Chicken Joe Novels & Stories

Shifters are scarier then most Others in the fact that unless you knew a person's eye color and dental make up, you wouldn't even be able to tell they were a shifter. Going in and order food and a couple beers, I gave my thanks to them for staying open 10 mins longer then usual. I had just walked in when they were stacking chairs. Chittlers is a mom and pop chicken joint that had its regular late-night drinkers and munchers to keep it open. They aren't elaborate, and I'm not sure who the owners are. Either way, it was definitely one of my favorite places for fried chicken.

“We use to come here when we were young, you remember it right?” Jacob brought her to the fried chicken restaurant that they used to go to every weekend with their mother. Levy looked at the big building with a flashy signboard that read —— Chuck you and for a second she couldn’t even compare it to the small wooden shack that she used to visit when she was ten or twelve.

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But a chicken means leftovers, which means I can get two or three meals for the price of one. Chicken salad, chicken soup. Or maybe chicken enchiladas? Depends on how much chicken is left, really. She would never forgive Joe for canceling his life insurance without telling her. Never. And she would never forgive him for continuing to take the life insurance payment out of their checking account and using it on God knows what. Hotel rooms for the slut he was fucking, probably. Now she had to make their meager savings stretch until David could attend kindergarten and she could get at least a part-time job.

Joe announced, before the waiter left. The waiter looked at Joe surprised, at seeing him. It was as if he didn’t know that Joe was with me. The waiter blushed and cleared his throat in embarrassment. “Yes sir, I’ll be right back with your drink,” said the waiter, right before he left. When we were ordering our food, I ended up getting chicken alfredo pasta and Joe got the rib eye steak. When it arrived, we quickly dug in. I took a bite of the pasta and it was so tasty.

“Damn, y’all really ate without me? What the fuck?” Knox and I both burst out laughing. “Stink, relax,” I said, grinning. “I made you a plate. I was just about to put it up in the microwave, but since you're here, you can go ahead and eat now.” He walked over and eyed the plate. “Sweet. This looks good! Wait, did you cook this?” I smirked. “Nope. Jewel-Osco.” He clapped once and said, “Even better! You can’t go wrong with their chicken baked, fried, rotisserie it always slaps.”

The neon lights and bustling activity were like a beacon in the dark, calling her closer. Suddenly,Joan spotted a food stand and halted. "Can you get me one of those delicious-looking chicken skewers from that?" She called Kylan's attention,he turned but as he made to resumed walking,Joan pulled him back and waved him among the crowd to the stand. "How much can you afford?" She asked and Kylan raised his brows in wonder. "I'm not buying--" "Sir, we'll have ten stick please" Joan turned to the middle aged man who was grilling the chicken.

The driver informed, as Zach rolled his eyes at him. "Did you lose your appetite already? I promise you tastes better down there." He said with a chuckle, that sounded far too familiar to my ears. "You know what? I've had enough of you tonight." The driver informed landing a punch across Zach's face, that sent him sprawling a few metres away. "Are you alright?" The driver quizzed, barely sparing a glance at me. I nodded still trembling. "Yes, I am. Thank you." He smiled, and turned on the ignition. "Cover up, you could get cold. My name's Joe, you could call me Big Joe. That's what everyone calls me though."

she said after a moment. “Excellent choice,” Joe replied. “I’ll have those right down.” “Joe’s the best,” Jackson told Emma as the door swung shut behind their server. “I always request him for these games.” Before Emma had a chance to respond, Joe was back with a large beer and hot dog for Jackson and the soda and fries for Emma. She wasn’t sure how he’d gotten them so fast. He wasn’t even out of breath. “Can I get you anything else?” Joe asked, smiling at the two of them.

"He never hunted a day in his life. He just wanted a place where he could scream without a board of directors hearing him." The view was staggering. A wall of floor-to-ceiling glass looked out over the valley, where the first flickers of a massive storm were lighting up the horizon in flashes of bruised purple and electric blue. "And the pizza?" I asked, looking around the minimalist kitchen. Adrian pulled a stack of flat, cardboard boxes from the oven, where they had been kept warm. "Joe’s on 14th Street. I had it delivered to the helipad before we left. I figured if I was going to be a 'normal' husband, I should start with the basics."