Max Crumbly Book 4 Novels & Stories

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"I need an ambulance." Mr. Cracker didn't speak but he did come slowly to his feet. His home was a room in an abandoned building. The windows were boarded up but through the cracks she could tell that it was full dark outside now. Juicy lay on a pallet of newspaper and blankets. Instead of furniture there were wooden crates and cardboard boxes. Some of them held possessions or what appeared to be trash...only it wasn't trash. It was Mr. Cracker's belongings. Mr. Cracker rummaged through a cardboard box until he came up with an old t-shirt, faded and worn.

There's a leftover cheese so I grab a bite and retreat to my room. The door is left a-jar but I remember closing it. I never leave my doors open. So when I step in, I let out a shriek, moving backward till I hit the wall, my legs failing me so I slump to the floor whimpering. My bed was colored red. I'm not sure if it's blood or paint but it's all over my bed and above the bed, on the wallpaper is a word written in red as well. WHORE! My hands go up to cover my mouth as I read the little words written under the large ones. Rebbeca Sanders, you owe me...

I held his hand and took the book away from his grip. Just when I was placing down his hand on the bed, I felt cold. No no no. I checked for his pulse. But, I could feel nothing. I checked for his heartbeat but no. It isn't beating. I didn't know when I fell to the ground and when I started crying. But now, I am being lifted off the ground and someone were wiping my tears. All my new neighbors were here. They are speaking something. But I can hear nothing. I wiggled myself out of their grip and held Nonno's hand in mine.

I glanced back at the book. Maximus the Fallen.

“And keep me posted on Mr. Mysterious, yeah?” “Promise,” I say, hanging up with a shaky breath. The house feels too big now, every creak and hum of the fridge making me jump. I head to the kitchen, hoping food will ground me, but the hum’s still there, a pulse that’s starting to scare me. I grab a granola bar, but my appetite’s gone. Something’s wrong—I can feel it, like a storm I can’t see but know is coming.

"Found anything?" "No." Avery said. "Just this book that appears to be large and old," Cornelia explained. "Did you say old?" Mia asked. Cornelia nodded, and Mia dashed over to her. "Give me the book." Cornelia bent down, carried the book up, and placed it on the table. The dust was so thick that the girls began to cough. Mia covered her nose with one arm while dusting the book with the other. "Let's see what we can come up with in there." Mia flipped open the cover, which was quite heavy. She was taken aback when she couldn't find anything. As she began flipping the papers one after the other, her gaze met the rest of them.

With every powerful thrust, my pussy pulsed intensely. My stomach tightened as my climax built rapidly, and he offered no mercy. Shit! “Uhmm.” I moaned, burying my face deeper into the mattress to muffle the sound. My pussy burned with need. He was a wild beast, like a famished animal. “Arghhh yesss, the new edition’s pussy keeps getting better... aghh fuvkk!” He groaned. "I told you it was going to be better.” A low voice echoed, and from the sound it's definitely coming from a phone.

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“My wolf and my body will only ever crave you. I will never hurt you.” Then he kissed me, wild and possessive. For three whole years, he locked that pouch in his safe like it was a holy relic, terrified I’d crush a crystal in a moment of anger. Until Chloe came back. In a single year, I had been forced to crush sixty-three of them. This would be the sixty-fourth. I twisted the cap off a bottle of whiskey and threw my head back, swallowing the burning liquid. It felt like lava scorching its way down my throat. The silver poison and alcohol mixed, and a wave of agony crashed over me.