Mr Krabs Greed Novels & Stories

"You tripped me like thirty times on our way here. In any rule book that constitutes cheating, sunshine. Which means I don't owe you the skin on my balls." I tsked, "You know what I think? I think you just don't want to pay up." I came around the counter so I was standing right in front of him. I patted him on his shoulder mockingly. "Fine, you can keep your money, cheap stake Mr. Krabbs. I know how it pains you to part with it." He scowled at me. "I am not cheap and I would pay you if you weren't such a cheat." I chuckled at the last part. "I won, admit it."

He nodded, but his eyes held a spark of something dangerous—maybe he'd want more, become a complication. As I slipped back home later, cum trickling down my thighs under my dress, I smiled to myself. Richard and Jake would be home soon, none the wiser. But the risk, the betrayal—it fueled my fire. Next, perhaps I'd invite Harlan over when they were out, or tease them into another family session while hiding this secret. My cravings never ended; they only grew.

Now, Winnie wanted to take over that achievement. “All the materials are in the shared system. Look them up yourself,” I said evenly. “Some details probably aren’t in the documents, right?” Winnie leaned in slightly. “Like what kind of tea Mr. Parker prefers, any dietary restrictions at business dinners, and his usual hobbies?” Looking at her ambitious face, I couldn’t help but find it a little amusing. “Mr. Parker likes Earl Gray tea, doesn’t eat seafood, and plays golf in his free time.” I only told her half the truth.

Confused, I just waited for them to finish laughing so they could tell me what was apparently so funny to them. “I know you think the boss is just one big scary monster. I'll admit that he can be sometimes, but he's not greedy," Peach said. “Right!” I snickered in disbelief. “For real though. He's very generous. Smart with his money, but generous too,” Mr Peacock added in. “You know what? Just tell me if it's fine or not to open this.” “Ugh, it's fine! It came to you, so it's yours. Open it already. I am curious.”

He glanced at the live shrimp in the tanks, clearly agitated and behaving abnormally, then at the king crab on the iced display, its color already dull and off. Without wasting another word, he waved. "Bring them all back for sampling and inspection." "You can't do this!" Mitchell shouted, clearly in vain. "This is slander! You'll be hearing from my lawyer, Louise! Just you wait!" However, the previously arrogant Zachary was now pale as paper. His lips were trembling, and he couldn't manage a single word. I watched Mitchell still flailing around and suddenly found it all amusing. With a hint of mockery, I said, "Mr. Wright, you've been in business for so many years. You always get what you p

He went limp, but his face contorted with extreme excitement. "Money... So much money!" He began to ramble, his eyes becoming empty and greedy. I watched as he was brought into the beehive and the tentacles greedily pierced his skin. The screams he let out were exactly the same as Nicholas'—painful yet pleasurable.

Kristen echoed, her voice confused and trembling. “Please tell me something…” Kristen muttered, her fists clenched tightly. Mr. Creed didn’t respond right away. Instead, he walked straight to a nearby table, picked up a remote, and turned toward his 43-inch TV mounted on the wall. Kristen’s eyes followed him, confused and anxious. Why is he turning on the TV now? “Your parents died because of greed,” Mr. Creed said, his voice low and grave. “From a man your father trusted… his own personal assistant. He wanted everything your dad had.”

Cat rolled his eyes, "I haven't met her, and I didn't give out any details. Don't worry." The teacher shook his head: "If I could really be at ease, I wouldn't have called you here. Mr. Cat, you were too greedy." The called Mr. Cat realized something and was just about to get up. Someone held his shoulder and said, "Remember your sins. Since you were already this greedy, if you wanted to make more money, you should have worked harder." Mr. Cat was so scared he was shaking all over. When he heard there was still a chance, he said right away, "I want to earn more! Teacher, whatever you say goes!"

Kyle replied to Anthony by putting his phone on speaker. “You halfwit idiot. Greed kills. Learn to feel satisfied with what you earn. You must know with whom you're messing up before you decide to eat money illegally. Anthony Rodriguez, speaking here. Your death. You must have heard of me in magazines and TV interviews as a billionaire businessman. This is the other side of me, an underworld devil in the incarnation of a human.” And the line went dead.

"What more do you want? You've had every luxury—" "To be more than your glorified chef!" My claws unsheathed. "A real Luna leads. Protects. Not hides like some shameful secret!" I laughed bitterly. "You said I could use Pack resources. Did you mean for groceries and cooking?" "Finished?" "Not yet." "Keep saying." "Pay me and I'll keep talking." Marcus's lips thinned. "So money-hungry, Kelsey. Greed will lead to your downfall. You're the most shameless woman I've met. Leave. I never want to see you again."