Pan Con Chumpe Novels & Stories

They chatted aimlessly and José was wondering how he could introduce the topic of the Delano wife when he was saved by Paddy. Chewing on his pancakes, the little fellow turned to look at Sophie and lisped, “Not as good as Proserpina pancake.’ Unaware of his aunt’s anger, he resumed eating. But Sophie’s face had hardened. Jose, who had opted for the wrap served with Scrambled Eggs, Avocado, Tomato, Onion and Cheddar Cheese decided to move in. Smoothly, he asked, “Does Paddy spend a lot of time with the Delano kids?’

“With Zoe.” I let out a short breath. “Your favorite chaos duo.” He just chuckled, leaning back against the marble counter while I got to work. I poured corn oil into the pan. The heat rose as I crushed garlic and cilantro, mixing them with chopped tomatoes and a bit of chili. I didn’t even realize I was humming until Zane’s voice came from behind me. “Is that arepa?” “No. Definitely not arepa.” “Looks like one.” “Not every round food in Colombia is arepa, Zane.”

Everyone in South City knew that Stella Wallace and Julian Quinn were famous for never getting along. As Julian’s fiancee in name only, Stella had laid out three rules. He was not allowed to go street racing. He was not allowed to stay out all night. Above all, he was not allowed to go see his crush, Yara Xenford. Julian deliberately went against her. He would either race along every inch of South City’s mountain roads or spend the entire night drinking at a private club until he could barely stand. On Stella’s birthday, he even purposely kissed Yara under a sky full of fireworks. He made a complete fool of Stella in front of everyone. Everyone was waiting for the drama to begin. They