Mr Crabs Novels & Stories

William groaned in annoyance as he watched her make her exit. Vanessa marched into a rustic modern restaurant with dim yellow bulbs dangling across the room the air was filled with chattering noises and dinging sound of the cash register bell in a color block Jacquard lantern 2-in-1 dress with a 1950s vintage bowtie knotted at the neck, with red bottom stilettos, with her favourite bag and topped it with a fancy black baret.

I could feel the faint blush that had crept onto my cheek as my eyes moved to stare at the man from across. “Nice to meet you, I'm Uriel. Rael's friend,” the man said, his eyes showing a hint of amusement as he watched Rael peel out a shrimp, taking it to my mouth. Turning to stare at him, I cast him a glare, which he casually ignored, holding out the shrimp for me to eat. Fine! Since he wanted to embarrass me, I couldn't be bothered with playing with him. I smiled affectionately, eating the shrimp off his hand as I licked the sauce off his finger. I felt his body stiffen beneath me, and I smiled in content.

Edward returned with a charcuterie board—artisanal cheeses, figs, honey, nuts, and crackers. “Sir Bryan, are you satisfied with the snacks?” Edward asked. “Edward,” Bryan said. “Yes, Sir Bryan?” Edward replied. “I want you to stop calling me sir or Mr. Just call me Bryan.” I immediately spit out my drink as Edward and I said in unison, “What?!” “Sir… Mr. Bryan… I don’t think I can—” Edward stammered. “That’s final. Any further complaints, email me. You’re dismissed,” Bryan said firmly.

There were framed pictures on the wall—family photos, smiling faces, memories captured in warmth. It made my chest ache. Because it reminded me of what I once had. The man gestured for us to sit. “My name is Mr. Harrison,” he said. “And you already met my wife briefly at the restaurant. She will be down shortly.” I nodded, sitting carefully on the couch as though I might stain it with my presence. Mira sat beside me, composed, her posture relaxed. Mr. Harrison sat opposite us, folding his hands together. “I want to speak openly,” he began.

“That isn’t what I asked.” Maddox reached over and took a biscuit. “These are one of my favorite things, though.” “Crab cakes? I love crab legs. Really, all seafood is amazing. Crawfish broils are the shit.” “Very lady like talk.” Maddox smirked. “I hate to break it to you, Mr. Alpha. I am not very ladylike. If you wanted a girly girl, I’m not that person.”

“Mr Damon, ah it's good to see you this morning. I'm glad you're here.” “What’s the matter now? You never come to welcome me by yourself unless there's an issue.” I replied, bored. He chuckled a little, scratching the back of his head while hurrying to match my pace. “We might be having a little issue with the records. The financial records, and we cannot meet with any new investors until we sort this out. I hear you're supposed to have a meeting later today. Can it be—” “Postponed?” I demanded, cutting him off. “No, it cannot. Figure something out. You're the CFO for a reason, or is there a need to consider someone else?”

she thought. She eagerly presented the cooked crab. Mabel hesitated, then tasted it. Her eyes widened. “It’s delicious!” She ate like a happy little hamster. Alex felt genuinely glad for Clar. Lucas, however, remained unimpressed. He didn’t understand what was so appealing about “those smelly river creatures.”

My subconscious added. See? Even my subconscious is on my side, only that she's sounding dumb like I was a moment ago. We're not fainting or collecting CPR, periodt! "Well, tell him to lower it, it's disturbing me too much." I pressed. Marcus. He's one of those guys in this building that rarely attends class, of course he's in his last and final year, but still. "He wouldn't listen, there are more that six guys in there, they won't succumb to your demand since it's just you," he paused than continued "Maybe you should ignore the noise for a few more hours." He concluded.

My favourite was fault in our stars which I always used to watch with Hunter. " Grace usually watch romantic craps so I thought women might have obsession with them." He shrugged his shoulder. I cracked a light laugh and almost rolled my eyes, almost. " That's not true." " What's yours?" I asked. " I've never watched any movie before." He replied. I stared at him as if my eyes were just going to pop out of the socket. " Don't tell me you're an alien." I gasped, dramatically to which he let out a hearty chuckle.

Elaine shook her head and asked blankly, “How did you get locked up in here?” The woman laughed and said, “Because I sold hairy crabs...” Elaine was puzzled and asked, “How can you get locked up in prison for just selling hairy crabs? Is it because they were of inferior quality or is it because of shortage in the weight?” The woman shook her head and said, “You might not know this, but hairy crabs are an invasive species in this part of the United States. Selling hairy crabs here is essentially an illegal act.” Elaine asked in surprise, “Why are you still selling them when it’s against the law?”