Dickled Eggs Novels & Stories

Soon there were slices of bread… Cheese… Eggs… Lettuce… Peanut butter… Jam… Chicken… Honey… And somehow… Pickles. I stared. “Eli.” “Yes?” “…Why are there pickles?” “They add personality.” “I don’t think that’s how sandwiches work.” “We’re innovating.” Ava didn’t even look up. “He’s making biological warfare.” “I’m making history.” “You’ll make the hospital.” Five minutes later… A tiny cloud of flour floated through the air. I slowly turned. “Eli.”

Vyrelen, who was sitting down comfortably on his bed and had been staring at Dika the whole time with an amused expression on his face, said calmly. "But she just fainted out of nowhere when that wicked uncle of hers brought out that half broken egg shell and show and gave it to her," Dika said, turning to look at Vyrelen with concern still written all over her face. "Do you think maybe he rubbed something dangerous on it or placed some kind of evil spell on that egg shell to make Nyxoria faint like that? What if he poisoned her somehow?" "You know, if you were even half this worried about me for just a little bit, I would be extremely happy and feel very special," Vyrelen said with an exagg

Many a suggestive comment and knowing smirk greeted me when I got to my parents’ house a while later. I refused to acknowledge my mother’s waggling brows and headed straight upstairs for a shower. An ice-cold shower. Now, it was just after ten a.m. the next morning and the house was filled with clucking hens. I’d been assigned deviled eggs, so I stood in the kitchen, filling the sliced eggs with seasoned yolk from one of those devices with a fancy tip to make the yolk look pretty. Jack would know what this is called, I thought, a smile curving my lips.

She pleaded desperately, "It was because Prince Emmett himself is not a purebred! Never in a million years would I ever dare to think about cheating!" She frantically looked around her to find anyone who would speak up for her. When she saw the way I was smiling, she immediately switched her tone and began to accuse me, "It was Riona! She swapped the egg! "We delivered at the same time in the same room! She must have swapped the egg when I wasn’t watching!"

Sam picked pickle juice while Let picked a raw egg. After them, it was Ryan and Vicky's turn. They failed the first two turns because Ryan kept messing up and it honestly looked like Vicky's the only one trying. After five minutes of slipping and Ryan groaning in complaint, they failed to transfer a single egg. Ryan was punished with a blended raw chicken and we quietly cheered for that, while Vicky picked a vinegar. Natasha and Zyke successfully transferred five eggs in less than five minutes. Maybe because they were both flexible with Natasha being a gymnast and Zyke a rugby player.

I’d be at the verge of crying and beating him the fuck up before WormWhick would swoop in and offer me another bowl of pancakes, that was always Jareds saving grace. “My my something smells good!” Jared stalked into the kitchen with a tired yawn. “Making pancakes Cous?” “Yhup.” I said, not knowing if I should remove the egg yolks or add them to the mix. Jared bent over the bowl right when WormWhick cracked the egg, yolk and transparent jelly falling into the dough. “Got it, thanks.” I told WormWhick. “Been a while I had these…” Jared smiled with a greedy nod.

I raised a brow, curiosity prickling, until I saw it. Sitting on the plate, under the glow of the overhead light, were eggs, if you could still call them that. They looked tortured, mangled, scrambled and then somehow resurrected into shapes they were never meant to be. One was charred on the edges, another still glistened suspiciously like it had never fully cooked. I blinked once. Twice. And then— I laughed. A sharp, unrestrained laugh burst out of me, bending me forward as I clutched my stomach. “Oh my god! What the hell is that supposed to be?”

Planning to take a small peak, Mike has drawn his attention towards the chest, he can't look away nor think anything other than contents. After a short moment tears flow down from his eyes. Without further ado, he quickly put his hands into the chest bringing out what's inside. This! This is something he was longing for. It's not ahead, nor a conscious being. This is something Mike yearn for. Putting his hands up onto the air he happily declares. "Eggs!" On his hands a silver plate with two sunny side eggs and a cup of rice on top. "EGGS! EGGS! EGGS! EGGGGSSSS!" Mike snaps. He finally talks through his mouth.

“I made three different types of eggs. Classic French Omelette, fried eggs with veggies, hotdog, foolproof poached eggs and soft-scrambled eggs.” “Huh…” Kiera counted with her fingers. She looked at him, her confusion slowly morphing into a smile. “I think that’s four different kinds of eggs. That is excluding the boiled eggs of course.” Jace let out a laugh at being caught. “I’m sorry love. I did not know which you would want,” Jace explained. “You should know, anything is cool with me. It’s the thought that counts mostly, Jace.” She swept her gaze across the dishes and smiled. “I love to have a taste of everything though.”

If he was going to struggle with that, I couldn’t trust him with the eggs. Deviled eggs were serious business and they had to look perfect. I also was terrified he would cut his finger off. But, once he got going he said, “oh this is like cutting lemons and limes and I do that a lot,” making me laugh hysterically. I ended up eating like four eggs while I was working, they were irresistible. I could never figure out how she made them so creamy, mine were never as good. I started to hear more voices outside and it was only 11. Figures! I could see my dad setting up horseshoes in the yard and chairs on the deck, it was going to be a long night.