Chili Pepper Cookie Run Novels & Stories

Cassandra’s POV I took a bite of some slop I didn’t recognize on the side of the plate. But as I put it in my mouth, both Laura and Dillon hollered: “No, Cass.” It was too late. My tongue damn near exploded. I felt like there was fire in my mouth. I started coughing. “Oh shit, Cass. Those were the chili peppers. They’re like a garnish. You just ate an entire spoon full,” Dillon said, handing me a glass of water.

“Sounds like a fine plan.” There was small talking as they made their way over to The Chili Parlor, which turned out to be a small eatery that served what was rumored to be a few of the best chili in Texas. Making their way over to an purge booth, Marc watched Jace elbowing Stone out of the way to take his put by Keegan’s side. Stone rolled his eyes and slid in the other side, taking off Marc the spot on the conclusion. Giving him an simple elude if require be.

she asked, bouncing on her stool. I chuckled, handing her a sparkly sprinkle tub. “We’ll make unicorns, hearts, stars, whatever your magical little mind wants.” Across the island, Chen piped up with a mouth full of dough. “I want to make a dinosaur cookie! A T-Rex! ROARRR!” Abby smirked as she looked up from the mixing bowl. “As long as your T-Rex doesn’t eat all the dough first.” He giggled. “Too late!” Dante chimed in from the speaker's corner. “We should name the cookies. This one…” he held up a lopsided blob, “is Sir Blob-a-lot.”

If he had to walk away, he would. “Oh my God,” she squealed and Brian looked over at her. “I have to get some of these!” He walked over to see what she was looking at and nearly choked. “What the hell, Jon?” he asked, looking over at his friend. Jonathon smirked at him. “It’s part of our ‘Too Hot to Handle’ line.” “They’re chocolate cocks,” Brian blurted out. “They are,” Jonathon confirmed, “with chili-flavored cream centers. Very popular with the Hen’s party crowd.”

Gunnar shouted. I rolled my eyes and checked on the chili cheese fries Zoe was craving. I don’t know or care which kid wanted the greasy and delicious late-night meal. Whichever one it was, or maybe it was both, they got taste. Chili cheese fries are one of my favorites. Especially when I make the chili with just enough heat to burn but not overpower the flavor. Since chili had been topping Zoe’s cravings list, I’ve made many crockpots of chili over these seven months.

I couldn't make the meal without pepper, the only option was rushing to the supermarket. I didn't have the energy to get there, so I called Fred back. "Hey, how long before you get here?" I stepped out for a while, feeling exhausted. "Two hours, my lady. Is everything okay?" "No!" I let out a sigh, leaning against a pillar. "I just noticed that there's no pepper. How am I supposed to make chicken chilli without pepper?" Fred gave a soft laugh. "I'm sorry, my lady, but I guess you have to run to the supermarket. Is there a way to order pepper?"

Nicole still gave the same answer. At last, Zeke could only order a bowl of ramen with extreme disgruntlement. The ramen tasted bland to his taste bud as he looked indignantly at Nicole, in front of whom were chili peppers and grilled fish. When Nicole slowly savored the food in front of her with a straight face, Zeke could not believe his eyes. He wondered if the food was as spicy as he had imagined. Even the stall owner was puzzled, doubting if the chili peppers he used had expired. But that was impossible. He apparently had only taken the chili pepper out last night. No way it would lose its spiciness so quickly.

Piper had asked me to make some of my ‘famous’ mint chocolate chip cookies and send them to her. Sleep hadn’t been coming easily over the past week that I stayed here in the Gamma suite, so I figured that I’d get the cookies done tonight so that I could mail them off tomorrow. We had all of the ingredients here except for the peppermint extract, which was a key component. I knew that there was some down in the packhouse’s kitchen. Hopefully, I could sneak right in and right back out. I had just climbed onto the counter to grab the extract when I realized that it had been a futile hope.

I give her my passport, and she checks and asks a few questions before telling me to leave. “Hey, I got snacks for us to eat, I notice you’ve not eaten since.” Mark hands me a burger and soda as we walk to the boarding gate. I collect the burger from him and mutter a low thank you. There’s no denying that I am having second thoughts about what I’m doing. After the first bite, I drop the burger. I can feel myself unraveling and I don’t know how to stop. My phone vibrates in my pocket and I freeze.

Layla sneered, “I won’t believe anything you say. Didn’t you say you’d prove yourself to me? I want to see if you have the courage to eat hot chili peppers on a livestream. “It must be the spiciest type.” Dylan replied, “The sky is dark now. People probably can’t see me clearly if I eat the chili peppers now. Can I do it tomorrow? I’ll buy and bring over the chili peppers, and then eat it in front of everybody.” “You don’t have to buy the chili peppers. I’ll get someone to prepare them. Who knows if you’ll sneak in some fakes?” Dylan had no objections. “Okay.” He was willing to go to extreme lengths to get his Chameleon Fox back.