Mr Krabs X Mrs Puff Novels & Stories

At the counter, a woman with tired grace and mischief in her eyes rearranged jars of preserves. “Welcome to St. James,” she said. “I’m Ruth. Kitchen’s in prayer over the shrimp. You here to eat or to confess?” “Both,” Mabel said. “She’s here to investigate.” Ruth sized them up with the efficiency of a woman who had watched dreams invest and walk out before dessert. “You must be kin to Mr. du Prée.” “His mother,” Marvella said. Ruth’s smile softened. “Then we’ll put you where you can see everything.”

She is not going to see me cry again. She walked away and to her room, securing the door behind her. She reached for the picture of both her parents on the side table, her eyes blurring again. She remembered clearly the day they had both died, how she had cried her eyes out and how Henry had comforted her. He helped her heal and then he asked her to marry him. What changed? She thought. What happened between them? Abigail was speaking about grand children but did she know that Henry had not touched her in months?

She shook her head at him. “If he annoys you too much, just wipe peanut butter on him.” “I don’t need to kill him, Kris.” She chortled. “I mean…you would be doing us all a favor.” The two of them glared at each other before they started throwing hand signs up. Grabbing her hands, I set them down on the desk. Mr. Penn came in, looking even more tired than he did this morning. “Wow…he looks…” “Rough?” I whispered back to Krista.

He successfully climbed the stage and looked at everyone with a smile. "Mr. Weasley here is now the new and only shareholder in Crystalblings!" She announced, raising her voice a few octaves for the impact. The crowd immediately started clapping while they both just stood there with a smile. "Thank you so much, the exhibition will begin shortly. No questions will be entertained for now" she stated and linked her arms with Alan as they both walked down the stage. "Why did you do that? Your PR team said it won't be.." He started rambling but was cut off by Amanda.

I nudged my lower body a little and realized I had been slick. Afraid to be discovered, I eagerly nodded. "Yeah. A little." Meanwhile, Mrs. Parker was hoisting her bag over her shoulder and passing by the bedroom. "I'm going out to get some groceries for dinner tonight. Any special requests?" Seeing that neither Leo nor Max answered her, I could only speak up. "Baked ribs sound nice." With that, Mrs. Parker headed out. Max looked at me, his gaze gentle, but all I felt in return was an invisible pressure.

Bronx’s POV Mrs. Miller, our head chef, has her staff bring burgers and fries out to the garden gazebo next to the pool. I didn’t even have to ask, she knows it’s my favorite comfort food combination. She even adds a cup of chocolate pudding on my plate like she did when I was a little kid. It all looks and smells delicious, but I have no appetite.

I respond okay, but erase it and put my phone away. Mrs. Elara Crawford

Clara sat in the corner taking notes, calm as ever. Questions came in waves. Mr. Hargrove asked about the Dubai acquisition risk. I answered with numbers and contingencies I’d rehearsed a hundred times. Mrs. Patel pushed on the marketing budget. I countered with data that made her nod approvingly. Julian’s video feed popped up midway; he gave a quick endorsement and signed off. No interruptions. No bombshells. No Sienna. By twelve-forty the final slide appeared. I closed with, “This positions us to dominate the next fiscal year. Any final concerns?”

" Andrea ask behind me. I forgot about her. She's isn't meant to know about it. "What mafia?" She yells and people around turn to stare. "Shhhh" I shush her looking around. "Keep your voice down, people are staring" "What I said has nothing to do with you. Don't put your nose where it's not supposed to be" He tells her coldly staring down at her. The relationship between this two is terrible, and when i say terrible i mean Mr Krabs and Plankton kind of terrible. They can't stand each other. Why can't my best friend and favorite family member get along? Is that too much to ask for?

She observed me, cupping my cheeks but I managed to smile. “Yup. I'm blasting in health. I just had to see Mrs Kent with Erin and it was a long ride, that's why I'm like this.” I dropped my bag on the table and sank into my chair. “Oh you did?” She stood in front of me, excited. “Did it go well?” “Yes. We found out that—” A knock on the door stopped me. The door swung open and it was Erin standing behind it. “Am I interrupting anything, ladies?” He asked, sounding cheeky. Megan was quick to giggle. She and Erin were SpongeBob and Patrick in their own world.