Dickled Eggs Novels & Stories

Her dark hair was pulled into a neat ponytail, and a pair of square sunglasses sat perched on her head, ready for the bright day ahead. The resident cook of the Wicks estate had prepared a simple but visually pleasing breakfast, which was now laid out before them. A basket of freshly baked croissants, a bowl of assorted berries, and a platter of soft cheeses and jams occupied the center of the table. Both Flora and Eva had chosen eggs as their main course, but their preferences were quite different. Flora’s eggs were scrambled, fluffy, and golden, topped with a sprinkle of chives and a hint of pepper. She ate them methodically, savoring each bite as if committing the flavors to memory. Eva,

In the middle of coming up with names for her new chicks, Genevieve looked over at the eggs when she heard a small crack. Her eyes widened as she watched the eggs shells slowly crack, a gentle sound reaching her ears. She patiently waited until all five chicks were out of their shell, her eyes twinkling with wonder. They were all bright yellow and they all looked so healthy. She felt the flutter in her heart, knowing full well how precious these creatures are. She giggled and watched as the chicks neared the mother hen, seeking for warmth, bumping into each other at the way. One chick, Genevieve thought, purposely pushed aside her sibling and cheekily made her way through.

she snapped at the stove. The eggs came next. She cracked one. Shell fell in. She fished it out with a spoon, grimacing. She cracked another. Shell again. “Why do you hate me?” she asked the eggs. She whisked too hard. Then too slow. The eggs started to set. Panic hit. “No no no no..” She stirred frantically. They browned slightly. Her eyes widened in horror. She scooped them out immediately, staring at the faint golden edge like it was a crime scene.

Finley was a bit angry as well; he believed he had already given the young man in front of him another chance, and yet… Harvey clearly didn’t know how to cherish it. Once again, Harvey smiled. “Mr. Finley, your Truffled Eggs should be ingested in three minutes as soon as the lids are opened, right?” “That’s right. The taste is the most mysterious at that timing,” Finley replied coldly. “You say that, but it’s actually not as mysterious as it seems.” “The egg would explode in the mouth, and everything inside would then turn powder-like without any chewing. This is the refreshing and unique taste you were talking about, right?”

Bella’s Pov I watched as Lucas put different kinds of food on my plate. “What’s that?” I asked as he grabbed what looked like a boiled age but cut in half. I had had boiled eyes with my soup yesterday and I couldn’t lie and say that it wasn’t delicious. “A deviled egg.” Lucas stated as he put it next to the cut up pieces of steak and bread. “A deviled egg.” I murmured to myself. “Yes.” He murmured as he grabbed some rice. “Is it good?” I couldn’t help but ask as I leaned closer into him.