Ghost Pepper Ranch Novels & Stories

“What were the things you missed doing before, you know, before Calvin Eros happened?” “Um.” Renee paused. She reflected and said, “Watching a movie, I guess?” “Then, back in Hinesville, there is this famous old restaurant that serves the best buffalo wings chicken. It’s so delicious and very spicy!” Renee laughed at the memory of her past. “You can eat there for free if you eat a kilo of their buffalo wings in less than five minutes.” Anthony turned to her with a confused look. He asked, “Have you tried it?”

"Let's start over with a new atmosphere." The first thing Rosalia did was open the garage instead of going into the house and putting her belongings in. She coughed as the thick dust rushed into the air. "Mom and Dad must not expect their daughter would own her house and open a motor garage." Rosalia smiled slightly before actually entering. "Not that bad." Not before she heard the sound of the rumbling that was getting closer. That made her come out in a hurry. "What was that?" Rosalia saw a large group of bikers coming from the high land behind the cliff. They were the 'Street Ghosts' that always roamed these desert town roads. They were the rulers of the road in Sedona, Arizona.

Bree's GPS beeped, breaking into her reverie, and the mechanical voice told her to turn one half mile ahead. And there it sat, in the center of a long stretch of what the locals called a pole fence. The gateway's sign proclaimed the entrance to Rancho Dominacion. She swallowed a chuckle. Emilio Dacosta, the host of today's munch, was listed on the San Antonio BDSM site as a Dom with his own group. She wondered how many people thought the name merely implied his standing in the ranching community.

“I thought we was still arguing tonight. Where are we aiming to steal a hundred horses?” “The Hacienda Flores,” Call said. “I knowed it,” Augustus said. “We ain’t going on a cowhunt, we’re launching an assault.” The Hacienda Flores was the largest ranch in Coahuila. It was there when the Rio Grande was just a river, not a boundary; the vaqueros would cross that river as casually as they crossed any stream. Millions of acres that had once been part of

Austin shrugged, "Just to tell me you weren't dead" "I didn't make you my life mission," she scoffed. "So what is it witch, I need to go to class." Tasha gasped, "you did not just call me a witch." His eyes shot back, indicating he had no intention to take it back. "Well, I'll let that slide just because I need your help" "Whatever," Austin rolled his eyes in discomfort, being under the sun for that long was already getting to him. "Just state what it is you want. I do not know if ghosts feel things, but this sun is competing with hell, so be fast"

"Yeah, it's not formal or anything. Since he leaves the place up to us, we only ever choose two places. Rio's, the pizza place we were at the other night, or Chente's, a Mexican seafood hole-in-the-wall over on Evergreen." "I've been to Chente's. They have good food." Noah smiled. "Well, that's where it's at this year. It's completely informal, but it's fun." "Won't it be just employees though?" "Are you kidding me? Jack will just pay for us, but everyone shows up. Like after the fight the other night, Gio's sisters usually show up too." Veronica lifted a shoulder. If she ever wanted this thing between her and Noah to feel normal, she had to stop making more out of everything they did and he

There was something in them that looked like amusement, “Unfortunately the first ranch we contacted didn’t have any spots available for a team building thing like this. I had to schedule it at my family’s ranch. When we arrive no matter how well I do in business I will simply be Micha there.” “You’re a rancher?” Sophia asked surprised. “You don’t look like one.” “Lived on the ranch for eighteen years.” He chuckled, “I guess that makes me one. Since when do ranchers look the same as well?” “Well since I grew up on a dairy farm. All of our hands kind of looked alike.” Sophia said with a slight smile. “A dairy farm?” he asked, “Well we must be kindred spirits then. Call me Micha from now on.”

he asks while skewering me with his blue eyes. I look out the window at the fields that make up a small portion of Gray Ranch. They have so much acreage it is easy for enemies to ambush them. They have so many small pups to care for at the moment that they have left themselves vulnerable. Without constant vigilance and routine patrols, an enemy could surprise them easily. The scents from their livestock alone could help camouflage an enemy...

" It wasn't long before Luis showed up and we headed out to dinner. He decided to take me out to eat at Saltgrass Steak House in Mcallen. I looked around the restaurant and couldn't help but chuckle at all the Dallas Cowboys paraganglia around the bar. I looked at Luis "I guess the owner is a Dallas Cowboys fan?" "You could say that. It is owned by the Tom Laundry Corporation at least that is what I herd." "Really wow. I can't believe how much the valley has changed. Although I should have expected as much considering it has been sixteen years." "Yeah, it is hard to believe you have been gone that long."

“Screw you, King Maddox! You’re deliberately making my life difficult. Until now, I’ve endured your inhumane torment silently, but not anymore.” So, during my kitchen work, I searched for a special ingredient from a top-notch pantry. The new chefs had asked for condiments not easily available in the Capital. A glass container with a tag of ‘ghost pepper’ was my ultimate destination. I skillfully infused it with the sauce and went to change into my new uniform. Humming a song gleefully, I twirled before the mirror, my devil smirk caught Moira’s attention. “What’s so special about this server’s uniform, Shyl?”