먼치킨 Novels & Stories

The restroom had two stalls because she intended to have many customers. Troy was a surprising contributor to the success of the shop. He found that he really enjoyed baking and he had continued his tradition of making homemade brownies, cookies and muffins to take down to the shop for the customers. They had stopped referring to him as 'white man' or 'white boy', and had now given him the nickname of 'candy man'. Troy was unsure of which name he disliked more.

First, we needed to get her home and safe. “Since when has that Asshat ever been helpful or given us any information?” I asked exasperated. The Alpha of the Margam territory, Jeremy Lewis was enough of a Bell end that he actually introduced himself the people as Alpha Jezz. Jezz? What the hell kind of grown man wants to be called the nickname he was clearly given by his high school rugby team?

I smiled at him and immediately turned to the smiling attendant ready to answer me. "You've reached Mc Vickens burger and snacks, may I know your order?" She asked brightly. "What do you want?" I asked turning to Anderson. He immediately leaned his head on the steering wheel in order to make him see the lady better and did his infamous confused look. "I don't know... what do you suggest I get?" Gosh... I rolled my eyes. He was doing it again. The lady glanced at the both of us confused and I gave her a comforting smile. "You can have our Mc Vickens special and some grilled cheese chicken. They're really good."

On the other hand, as the noises started to fade away slowly, Aditya picked up his phone and dialled a number, and waited for the receiver to pick up the call. "Hello, Tarun!" As soon as the receiver, his best friend picked up the call, Aditya muttered. "Adi! Are you okay? Your voice doesn't sound alright," Tarun muttered. "Fuck my voice right now. Do one thing, I want to know everything about someone. So put your puppets to use," Aditya responded in a desperate tone. "Okay. Tell me the name," Tarun responded. "Miral Chandravanshi!" Aditya announced.

He always referred to Phoenix as his mate. “See something you like?” I asked and she looked up at me and smiled. “Everything. I love Italian. How about you?” “Oh yeah I see something I like.” With a toothless grin. She rolled her eyes. I laughed and said, “I want the veal parmesan.”

"What do you think I should get?" Shell smiled and pointed to what looks like a list of choices made for kids. "The Chicken McNuggets. It's really good." she said with glee. "Plus, it comes with a toy!" she squealed at the end. I looked at the display of little barbie doll figures and toy race cars then shook my head. I pointed to myself and said "I'm a grown man. Men like me do not play with those." The cashier chuckled. "There's the twenty piece Chicken McNugget combo. It comes with fries, a drink, and no toys."

When we arrive, I park and we get out of the car; we head inside and get a table in the corner, and the waiter comes. “What can I get you guys today?" The blonde, older waiter asks. “I want two slices of sausage pizza and a chocolate milkshake," Mila says. “And how about you, sweety?” The waiter asks me. “I want a cheesesteak with cheese fries and a coke.” I reply curtly. "Okay, I will be back with your order shortly.” The waiter says so and smiles. I wait until she walks away. “So, what’s the plan?” I asked Mila.

he says as he grabs my hand leading me to his white BMW before I could object. Driving wasn't quiet because Cam blasted Chief keef the whole way to McDonalds, he turned it down when we were at the drive thru "what chu want" he said pulling out his wallet well since he's paying "lemme get a number four no tomatoes with a Oreo mcflurry" he looked at me shaking his head then ordered his food; we decided to go to the park and eat more like he decided and I just agreed.

“Chicken, mashed potatoes, and mac-n-cheese.” Rage lifted a brow and took three steps to stand in front of me. His woodsy scent enveloped the air around me; his eyes burned holes into my flesh. “You cook too?” he asked, dropping his gaze to my mouth. “And I thought you couldn’t get any hotter after last night.” Here we go. Heat burned my cheeks, but I kept eye contact. “Well, consider yourself impressed. I’m good at a lot of things.” His grin widened. One hand reached out to stroke my jaw and the other landed on my hip. His touch was so gentle compared to what he’d unleashed the night before. “I know you are, Champ,” he whispered, tracing his thumb against my lower lip.