Mr Crabs Novels & Stories

I said. "Really?! Do you have chicken?!" Mr. Weasel's eyes started to get glassy. "I've got plenty of crayfish meat," I said and winked at him. "They're very delicious." "Me like crayfish!" Mr. Weasel shouted with excitement. "Crayfish! Crayfish!" The small weasels shouted together. Before we got back to the cottage, Mr. Salamander, who stayed on top of the watermill, saw us.

I needed air. Several minutes turned into an hour and lunch was set. The dining table was already set for two. Lavish meals filled the table. It made my tummy grumble even though I'd just eaten one of the fried chicken parts I stole from Igor's tray. He almost had a heart attack seeing me eat it, then he started raining down Russian curses on me.

Makoto spoke, swirling the red wine in his glass, “You see, we aren’t merely in the business of flesh anymore. That part is old news. Anybody can snatch a girl off the streets, drug her, and sell her body for a few bills. But we… we have been building something bigger. Something eternal.” The lean brat nodded in excitement. "We call it Project Chrysalis. For years, our finest doctors, scientists, and handlers have worked in the shadows. The Serpents no longer want to just sell flesh. We want to manufacture it. Breed it. Shape it. Refine it.” Carlos stilled, his gaze darkening behind the glasses. The blonde chimed in. "We’re experimenting with controlled genetics. Enhancing children in secret

"The Scavengers followed your trail of fire. They want your power even if it has turned purple." A loud screech tore through the air. From the bushes three iron crabs jumped out.. These were not the small robots from the ship. They were huge the size of cars. Their metal bodies were covered in sharp rusted spikes. Their red eyes locked onto June. The man yelled, "Run, June!" He did not run with her. He smashed the glass tube onto the ground. The silver spark inside exploded into a wall of white fog. June did not wait. She scrambled into the forest. Her boots sank into the glowing moss. She could hear the thud-thud-thud of the giant metal crabs behind her. They were fast. They were cutting th

Bryan came running in, a cone dripping down his hand, Clara behind him carrying two more cones. "Mom! I got sprinkles! Clara said I could have sprinkles!" I stood up, wiping my eyes quickly, and pasted a smile on my face. "Sprinkles? On a Tuesday? Who do you think you are, a professional athlete?" "I'm going to be a professional athlete," Bryan said, already shoving the cone toward his mouth. "Not if you eat like that, you won't." Clara handed Cameron a cone—strawberry, I noticed—and handed me a cone that was clearly chocolate.

Was she really serious when she had said all the feelings she had for me were gone? Did she even love me in the first place? True to my words, the spot was perfect—the right mix of jazz music and dim lights. From the look in her eyes, I knew I had hit the mark with this one, and that little knowledge gave me so much delight. “I would advise that you try the Crab King special. A whole crab made with prawns and spaghetti. It's their bestseller here,” I said, wondering if that would impress her. She just nodded slightly, placed her order, and went back to looking around the bar.

Removing his suit and hanging it on the hanger, he walked inside the house elegantly. Chris rushed down to welcome him right away. “Daddy, you’re finally back! You’re in luck today! Mommy is in a good mood, and she cooked us a pot of pepper crabs!” Anthony frowned. A pot of pepper crabs? Could crabs be eaten that way? Who would cook crabs with pepper? Was Charmine uneducated? At that moment, Charmine brought out a pot of pepper crabs, grinning at both Chris and Anthony. “Oh, dear. I was playing with my phone and forgot to keep a close eye on it. It’s overcooked…”

Rebecca said trying to persuade him. "Even I agree sir, A worker like Chef Grots is by far our best chef and experienced man, if we fire him we loose him to a better company or worse him starting his own restaurant". Jake said trying to pacify him too, he thought about it more after hearing jakes opinion,

I didn't ask him to send them. "I was joking man!"I exclaimed, behaving like a highschooler on her first date. He smiled. "Sorry, the atmosphere around here was too dull and I needed to add a little spice."I said. "What do you think about, these crabs? I don't like them." "Really, but they taste really good."He took a bite stylishly. "I've had one once and it was the best. A pity I can't cook my crabs to my taste. Can you cook?"

Quinna looked around the entire boardroom and said, “You’re right, we will indeed be affecting many of our brands. However, there’s one message that we will be giving out for sure…Heisenberg Group will not allow any defective products to be marketed, in comparison to other brands who might do it in secret. “Someone once told me a story about a crab-buyer in the market. There were two kinds of crabs being sold in the market. One that was 6 dollars per pound, and one that was 4.20 dollars per pound. Both of these crabs were equal in size. “Someone approached the vendor and asked why there was such a huge price difference between his crab, which was being sold for 6 dollars per pound, and the o