Cursed Chicken Novels & Stories

The man I hated. My fated mate. My tormentor. My master. Tears soaked my cheeks as I whispered to the Moon Goddess: “Was I only created to suffer?” But eventually, I rose. Because the curry wouldn’t cook itself. I washed my hands, heart pounding, eyes swollen, and moved through the kitchen like a shadow clinging to purpose. CHICKEN CURRY Tender chicken thighs, cleaned and cut into small chunks, marinating in golden turmeric, paprika, and a pinch of salt.

"You didn't." "I did," he admitted, shaking his head with a grin. "The chicken turned purple, bright purple and it tasted like grape jelly She took one bite, asked if I was trying to poison her, and we ended up ordering Domino's." I laughed so hard I had to put my fork down. I wiped a tear from my eye. "The great Ethan Calder, defeated by a purple chicken." "We all have to start somewhere," he said, watching me. His gaze was soft, fixated on my smile. "I like that sound."

‘But the PlanetHero protocol has probably decided that ordinary poultry in this Jungle doesn't survive. These here have sharp claws and one bone structure of carbon.’ “Titan chicken,” I murmured in no way. One of the birds – apparently the male as he a bright red, knöchern Came wore on the head – fixed one of my freshly planted giant tomatoes. He put the head crooked, gracked triumphant and ran with more amazing Speed to the beet. “Oh no, you son of a bitch!” I called. These were my plants.

Tell me what you recommend. Alessia leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. ‘First, you have to try their Chicken Curry. It’s a family recipe passed down through generations, known for its rich blend of spices and tender meat. Uncle Erasmo guards the secret closely, and it’s rumoured to have mystical powers of comfort and satisfaction.’ Logan chuckled. ‘Mystical powers, you say? Count me in. What else?’

She grabbed the bottle from my neighbor's hand with a ferocity I could almost picture. "Why do you have this bottle?" Jess demanded. "This bottle is meant to save my son's life!" Her words ignited something primal in my neighbor, who immediately shoved her to the ground. "Save your son's life? You used my son's life to save yours?!" the neighbor shouted, her voice a mixture of rage and disbelief. "Is that why my son's in the hospital? You selfish—" My neighbor, consumed by anger, grabbed a kitchen knife from the food stall nearby. The blade flashed, and in one swift, reckless motion, it slashed across Jess's major artery. She died on the spot.

I’ve seen some unfamiliar dishes that I didn’t expect that exist. “This tastes good.” Caleb praise me for the chicken I made. “Thanks.” I smiled a bit and shifted my gaze to Achilles who wasn’t eating yet. Beside him was Cassie who seemed to await for Achilles' bite to her dishes. There are two dishes in front of him. The one on the left was the Chili Garlic Chicken wings I cook while on the right was a foreign dish I wasn’t familiar with that Cassie cook. But it looks really good and tasty, and I’m not shocked anymore that Achilles took a bite of it first. I felt betrayed, he should taste my dish first.

I hummed, digging into the piece of chicken in my hand, while clutching onto the teddy bear with my other hand. Alpha Jordan was practically staring at me like I was a television. He probably couldn’t get over the fact that I was so elated by pieces of chicken. “Never had chicken, huh?” He asked. Licking my mouth, I gulped down a mouthful of fruit juice, and responded. “Maybe once at the Dark Iron Pack. Should I even call that once? Anyway, I intentionally threw my sister’s piece of chicken. She made a fuss out of it, that I wanted to get her sick from bacteria. She rejected it because it was dirty, and ordered for another. And I got the spicy chicken all to myself.”

Arthur asked Thomas right away. “Brahma chicken is slightly different from other chicken breeds, and it happened to clash with Mrs. Martin’s body. The irreconcilable conflict became even more obvious after being triggered by chilis, which is why Mrs. Martin felt ill all of a sudden,” Thomas explained. “It’s a good thing that Mrs. Martin came from Astrus City and has great tolerance for spicy foods. If this were a regular person, their face would have been ruined by now.” Was it really that serious?

Drake turned to motion towards Angel, "My dear friend here is very hungry if you can give him something to eat, I will gladly get rid of any monsters you wish.” “We don’t have much but if you can kill those damn monsters we can certainly spare something.” They looked up to see an older version of the little girl holding a rifle. “Names Alexis Romanov and she’s my little sister, Akilina. Come in and we’ll talk.” Drake stood up, “That would be good.” He turns toward Angel again and holds out his hand. Angel walks ahead of Drake and they follow the girls into the Cabin.

She was gonna go after all of them even their families and pull out their ball sockets from each of them. She died with that hatred and disgust in her chest, and as life could have it, when she died and cross over to the path she was sent back saying it was not yet her time and besides she was cursed. All those words were like a joke to her but funny was that she woke up in that same nobody of hers. She was confused at first and was also afraid. She met people crossing over in that paths at Afterlife but it was rather not for her, and also that man in white told her that it was not yet her time and she was cursed, what does that mean? The thought came pouring down her head.