Novelas y relatos de Mr. Krabs

I groan internally. My name is Mariah Cruz. I'm 17 years old and starting my junior year today. My Father, Mark Cruz, is the current Beta of our pack, The Royal Moon Pack, and my mother, Jennifer Diaz, is the Beta female. My Brother Josh Cruz is 18 years old and a senior in High School. He is training to become the next Beta when our Alpha, Jason Adams, decides to retire and hand the title to his eldest son, Nick Adams. Nick is 18 and is also a senior in high school. He is also my brother's best friend.

A bag from McDonalds and he brings out a large fries, 12pcs Nuggets and a large coke. He hands me a spoon and fork . "Eat now." I am overwhelmed because there is so many food in front me. "Wha is that Mr. Ceo?" I ask him His face scrunch up in distaste? I have no clue why . "Mr. CEO? Thats too formal and we are alone. You can call me James." This time I am the one who scrunch my face. "James? Thats too informal! Mr. CEO. You are my boss you know."

She handed the menu to Edwin, "Order whatever you like to eat." Edwin opened the menu and said in surprise, "Everything is expensive here! The King Crab costs 100 dollars per pound, and a king crab usually weighs approximately 10 pounds. It would cost 1000 dollars!" "Just order whatever you like. It's okay" Stella said simply. Putting a hand over her mouth, she continued, "I'll let you in on a secret, I'm actually the owner of this shop." Edwin opened his eyes wide in disbelief, "Really?"

Soon there came his magnetic and pleasant voice, "I'll be back soon. Wait for me at the entrance." Joy rose from the bottom of her heart. "Okay, okay," she replied happily, and got up right away. Unexpectedly, this guy had a very delicate heart. Knowing that she would be out of food, he even gave her a phone call. He seemed to have transformed from his cold-blooded personality. "Ah, hairy crabs!" When the waiter served a big pot of red hairy crabs, Jenna's eyes lit up, and she was drooling. It was now the time when the peak season for hairy crabs, and Jenna was a great fan of this dish.

Charts and graphs glowed red across the massive screens, stock prices plummeting in real-time. “We’ve lost another major investor!” one director barked, slamming a hand on the table. “Five this week alone. At this rate, we won’t last another month.” Another snapped, “Where’s the strategy? What’s the plan? We can’t keep bleeding like this!” The room turned as one towards Ethan Richard, seated at the head of the table. He looked every inch the CEO—smart suit, gold cufflinks, hair perfectly styled—but his eyes betrayed him. They were hollow, dark, rimmed with exhaustion.

He knows I don’t skimp on the good liquor. The door opens and I stand up. Crane appears through the door with Matt as he closes the door behind him. Crane seems to be frozen in time. He looks old and wrinkled and well past his prime but is still as active as a young wolf. His eyebrows stand up like they were electrocuted and his nose is slightly crooked. I’m sure in his prime he was better looking. Now, he looks like life has fucked him every day and he can’t remember the safe word.

I ask Luke because I’m so certain that we have met before. Luke bursts into laughing. Why is he laughing at me? Did I say something funny? “And why is a high school kid asking me if we have met before?” Luke asks me ironically. There’s no need to be rude. I just want to know who he is. Is he so important that I cannot ask who he is? “Ignore him. My father owns the biggest ranch, and my family runs it. We sell organic beef and other stuff. Even livestock.” Justin explains to me.

I wiggled my brows as l turned the phone backwards to look at the camera. "Whoa, the cameras yo!" We kept on talking around my desk with Samuel leaning on the desk, Abu who doesn't wanna return to his seat took mine,which had me on his laps." Silly arguments occurred between us till the whole class got interrupted by the HOC (head of class). He's no other person than Toben. Toben is the class head because, well because he's very brilliant, out spoken and a very proud idiot. I hated his guts and we are always getting into a fight, like we barely get along. I rolled my eyes as we all quietened down to listen to whatever announcement he's here to deliver.

The first man exclaimed in surprise, "Oh, it really is that bronze sculpture." The second man pursed his lips. "Shit, who's that manager?" Trippy promptly said, "You probably wouldn't know, but this is Mr. Mick Crane, manager of Vintage Deluxe—the biggest antique trader here in Autorus Hill. He's an amazing expert!" "Professional?" The second man almost choked. As he was already upset for arriving second, he didn't hide his contempt at all and scoffed, "Fucking hell! A manager? None of the crap he says is right! Tell him to eat shit already!"

(Store Manager Corn) Store Manager Corn, is a 2.5 meter tall, Werewolf, a giant of a person, very menacing even. But in truth he is very calm and docile person, despite his race and looks, he is an Sergeant Army veteran, and what is funny about him is that he is named Corn by his previous slaver, and that is because he is a Vegan Werewolf and actually allergic to meat. And he is also here as a protection initiative for Yggdrasil, of which I personally put him here.