Mount Crumpit Grinch Novels & Stories

Lily didn't understand why the two of them were laughing, but feeling like she was being tricked, she turned around angrily and walked forward. Elias called out, "I'm not fooling you. Actually, it's not the yellow flowers, but in this forest, there are some insects that specialize in eating raw meat. It's hidden under big flowers, not tiny flowers like that." Elias laughed again, and Venn laughed with his master's cheerfulness. Amity watched the prince's figure from afar. It's really been a long time since the prince had such a happy moment. The grip of the throne, the hostility of Prince Douglas, made the prince's heart harden, gradually forgetting this simple and ordinary joy.

Grayson finally let out a sigh of relief, and the three of them rushed off the mountain. They had just gotten to the foot of the mountain when they heard a massive crash. The mountain crumbled. The impact was so huge that the whole of Maltford seemed to tremble in its wake. Grayson looked at the dust floating around them and stared forward with a deep frown. The mountain that had previously been too tall to even see the top of had been reduced to nothing but a hill of debris and rocks. The whole tomb had been buried underground, and he knew there was no way he could make it in that same day.

Dory screamed, the stretch burning sweet, his girth filling her pussy to the brink. "So tight... fuck, Dory, your cunt's gripping me like a vice," Jingle grunted, hips snapping, balls slapping her clit. Santa watched, stroking his own monster, thicker than Jingle's, uncut and heavy, pre-cum beading at the tip. He stepped to her front, feeding her his cock, the salty taste exploding on her tongue as she sucked greedily, hollowing her cheeks.

~Author’s POV~ "This track is called the Serpent's Back. It's a narrow road that goes up a mountain. There's no fence. Just a big drop off the side. People have crashed here. One guy died last year," Simon said, his eyes shining with amusement. Harriet listened, but she didn't look scared. She was looking at her car, a simple silver Mazda. She touched it. It looked old, but she could tell it had been taken care of. The tires were good. The engine sounded smooth and strong.

I would never show my face in front of them again for the rest of my life. I followed Martha out of the low, mud-brick house. The blinding sunlight filled me with joy. Elaine was standing beside her car. Her brows knitted together when her gaze locked onto my tattered clothes. "What's with the getup? Are you trying to remind me of how miserable your life has been?" Initially, she had felt a twinge of guilt about leaving me stranded in these mountains. Owen, however, had already warned her that I might deliberately play the victim to gain her sympathy.

Jay was gone. Jess tried to turn to run but was unable to pull her feet from the tar. She tried to dig out of it. The more she clawed at the substance the more took its place. Jess suddenly became aware of the thing standing over her. She could feel it breathing on her and she saw its giant claw like feet. Jess was to scared to look up but allowed her eyes to creep up inch by inch. She found herself staring into it's eyes. She let out a ear-piercing scream. “Gotcha pretty girl.” It snarled before opening its mouth and swallowing her whole.

I took the laptop up to my room and closed the door behind me. I accessed my email and opened the John Gold file again. He was five foot ten inches, with light brown hair. He was short for a man and his personality showed his affliction. He had short man syndrome. He wasn’t in terrible shape but he could be in better shape. He was filthy rich, exclamation on the filthy part and the surprising factor, I was friends with his son, Robert Gold.

Grunt was overwhelmed with joy as he scrambled to bow deeply. There was unspeakable glee in his heart. That Complete Takeover spell was handy, to the point where even the great Archfiend Antigonus could not tell the difference. "Oh, that reminds me!" A thought seemed to come to Archfiend Antigonus. He turned to look at Grunt and asked, "What else did you see on Mount Snowood aside from the battle that happened between you and Grunt? Why has there been a change in the skies?" "Honorable Archfiend."

I could have sworn I hadn't so much as heard a single cricket song in the time I had been wading through the trees. I shook my head after peering curiously into the shifting shadows in the grooves of the bent trees, unable to puzzle out what I was looking at. “Well, If it isn’t Zavier Cross, Alpha King of the chipmunks,” The throaty baritone of the man’s drawl came behind me so that I jerked to a stop, the hairs on the back of my neck rising as I turned slowly and snapped my gaze up to the large, minotaur-like man that had been sitting, half-hidden in the leafy umbrella of the trees.

The creature's body was slime-like, yet it seemed to have short limbs and a small mouth that produces a harsh hissing sound when it opens. "Don't call them junk," the elderly professor replied. Struggling to stand up from sitting on his chair, he gently placed the book he's reading on his desk, which was also filled with empty laboratory flasks, notebooks and pens. There was a stain of spilled ink covering the upper corner of his disorganized table. His hair and beard are almost white, with visible streaks of gray, and along with his crumpled and stained lab coat, they all seemed to have been unattended for a long while now.