Craftycorn Smiling Critters Novels & Stories

I warmly smiled at him and turned to leave, switching out of his office and mean-mugging that bitch of a receptionist on the way out. “What’s going on, girl?” Brianna asked from my passenger seat, waiting patiently like a ride or die in case shit popped off. I completely ignored her and opened the hatch on the back of the Jeep. I pulled out a fresh can of spray paint and my old softball bat and sauntered towards his gleaming BMW while I hummed a cheerful tune. I giggled while I painted ‘Micro Penis’ in bold red capitalized letters on the side of Elijah’s BMW. The funny part about this was that it wasn’t true. I could tell Elijah was packing some serious heat, even flaccid, but the passerbyer

𝗛𝗲 𝗴𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝗜 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗿. "The Zannicus I know loves to go on run with his family. Entertain his friends and cuddle with his mate. And I didn't know my mate is a cuddler." 𝗜 𝗴𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮 𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘆 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗸 𝗮𝘁 𝘁�

(Store Manager Corn) Store Manager Corn, is a 2.5 meter tall, Werewolf, a giant of a person, very menacing even. But in truth he is very calm and docile person, despite his race and looks, he is an Sergeant Army veteran, and what is funny about him is that he is named Corn by his previous slaver, and that is because he is a Vegan Werewolf and actually allergic to meat. And he is also here as a protection initiative for Yggdrasil, of which I personally put him here.

Pearl opened the kitchen door and witnessed utter chaos. She couldn't believe how many things that could possibly go wrong at one time, and she started to wonder just what in the hell she had done to piss the universe off so damn bad lately. Sprites...there were hundereds of stinking ass sprites running amuck in the freaking kitchen. They were nasty little critters with a few human like features. They were ugly and they smelled really bad. They had big, pointy teeth that were green brown and covered in green snot looking slobber. They were scavengers and would steal anything, especially food.

Despite the sounds they made being of pure pleasure, their ugliness and height made the scene too comical in the eyes of Lucifron and Zog, and he could not contain his laughter. The 5 little creatures heard him, and instead of stopping what they were doing, they started screaming: - Join us. Lucifron laughed more and more. Because they were being seen, the creatures got even more excited. When the ugly creatures reach their peak and orgasm at the same time, they cause a real fountain of cum. "By the gait Dragun in the sky. How come such small creatures produce so much cum? "Maybe they have big balls." - Lucifron says, still laughing.

“I said toys are fine as long as they’re not a choking hazard.” Naomi popped up from behind the couch, a smear of glue on her cheek. “I told them to make one that looks like Ronan,” she stage‑whispered. “They’re calling it Growly.” Ronan, passing through with a stack of folders, glanced down at the lopsided toy, then at me. “If that thing starts giving orders, I’m leaving,” he said. Jace beamed. “We can make a Luna one too. With little fake bite marks on the arm.”

I threw at amara is I opened my WhatsApp. "I'm cooking dinner for everyone." She sarcastically replied before adding. "It's like you're blind, right? I'm painting my fucking toe nails please." She finished and cursed again as the paint stained all around her big toe, the paint looked so ugly and scattered. "What the fuck are you painting like this? Give me something quick." I told her as I collected the paints from her. She signed as she face my direction more properly. "Where's your Adner?" I asked.

Chris laughed awkwardly, “not as much hidden talents, as working at a school and having to do art projects when I started. I can draw some animals. See if you like them?” I shrugged, “let’s see what you fucking got.” Chris went to draw some animals on a paper to show me, while the rest went to work and painted the room pink. April said it was a light pink or what ever the fuck the color is called. It was pink. Suddenly Kane came up with the brilliant fucking idea to look up templates on the computer. “What about like butterflies? Or ladybugs? Or dragonflies? Those much be easier than a whole animal?” Kane said.

'Stay here' never made it out. "Oh, right!" I perked up. "I don't even know your name." His voice dropped, rough. "I don't have one. But... if you want, you can give me one." I scrunched up my face, thinking. "That's a big deal. Lemme give it some real thought." In the dark, I saw it—just barely. The corner of his mouth... lifted slightly, revealing fangs. The Chat Feed blew up. [Wait—did he just smile? Darkblood Count SMILED.]

Panels along the outer ring popped open like trapdoors. The first wave came out crawling. Smaller creatures than in Red Streets—lanky, stick‑limbed things with too many joints and no real faces, just ovals of mottled flesh with rows of teeth where eyes should be They swarmed onto the platforms, skittering toward us, claws clicking. “Warm‑up,” Corvin said, voice calm. “Try not to make it look too easy,” I said. “They’ll just ramp faster.” He gave me a tight, humorless half‑smile.