Nightly Krumbs Romane & Geschichten

It was definitely something they’d finish faster if they divided the work. “I said I wanted to be back for dinner, but we’re not in a rush.” Her Master added, as if he’d read her thoughts. Ayla had no way to know it was only due to a promise made to a certain someone. *** Their fourth stop was a small bakery, where a still sleepy woman was cleaning her hands and taking out the ingredients to start working in the first hours of the morning. Julian sniffed at the smell. “Should we materialize later and get some bread?”

I looked at the back and the horse was carrying a carriage. “Captain!”, the same knights who informed me about the dead man called me once again. I looked at him and it was a piece of paper. He showed it to me. That's why I pulled it in his hands to see what it was. I read the paper and it was a legal document containing the agreement of Abel Conrad to the Cravens, its hearsay that Abel Conrad can come into the Cravens manor to provide ingredients in the royal kitchen. So this old man's identity is Abel Conrad from the Village of Naioth. The Village who provides food for the people of Cromoria. But what is he doing in this secluded area?

Apparently, they received a letter from the Night King. No one knew what species the Night King really was, and most suspected that he was some kind of hybrid of several. Either way, he was the most powerful supernatural being on the planet, and we all fell under his domain. His Night Guards were always sent in to clean up anytime an incident came up that might reveal our existence to the humans. All the letter contained in it was a few words, telling Lord Grizzle Happy Birthday. His birthday was this coming weekend, and the entire Pack would get together to throw a three-day party for him. Taking the goblet to the supply table, I refilled it with Misty’s favorite watered down wine before ta

I was a mere server, grouped in with all the others at the Soup House to serve here at Krimson's lavish party while people came in one by one in glamorous tuxedos and bedazzled gowns, jewelry I've only dreamed of wearing before and shoes that could literally kill. While I stood behind the snacks counter, serving the guests and refilling the empty plates of condiments, one thing came to mind the most…why was I even here? Alpha Krimson had asked for the younger staff at the Soup House to be servers tonight for some extra cash. The only two younger staff were Hoji and Kaleb, both around twenty three year old men who just graduated college and are waiting to get appointed to their jobs. Well, Ho

_____ Episode 24 – Morning Delivery The 8:15 AM delivery was the only thing that got me out of bed on Mondays. It was a pathetic little ritual, born from a subscription to a local artisan bakery that promised “life-changing sourdough.” The bread was fine. The view was better. His name was Kelvin, according to the blurry photo on the delivery app. In person, he was definitely more. Six-foot-something of lean muscle packed into a company polo shirt that strained across his shoulders. Dark, tousled hair that looked like he’d just run his hands through it, and eyes the color of strong coffee. He had a smile that was equal parts friendly and knowing, a dimple punctuating his left cheek.

"One of my pack members died due to the attack of night crawlers…" ********

**FERAL FURY PACK** Lucifer groaned as the morning sun pierced through the curtains, hitting his eyes with a harsh glare. His head throbbed, a relentless reminder of the night before. He sat up slowly, his body heavy and sluggish. As he reached for his phone on the nightstand, the screen lit up with the notification of 42 missed calls—20 from Spike, 20 from Mikhail, and two from Viktor. He sighed, his mind hazy as the events of last night slowly resurfaced. Two bottles of *Everclear*, notorious for its 100% alcohol content, had been more than enough to knock him out. He wondered how he’d managed to fall so deep into the bottle, completely losing himself in the process.

Meanwhile, an old werewolf with a full head of gray hair was crouched by the fire, brewing a pot of foul-smelling potion. "You're awake." He glanced back at me as he spoke, his gaze sharp through the haze. I remembered him. He was Kyle Sterling. Decades ago, he had been the pack's First Elder before the council branded him a heretic and cast him out for secretly studying the Art of Essence. "Drink this," he ordered as he handed me a bowl of thick, black liquid. Without hesitation, I took it and downed it in one gulp. The bitter potion slid down my throat, and a faint warmth began to mend my shattered soul.

"Maybe it's a reaction to that coffee from the other night. Becca looks so weak. You should take care of her first." "You're being ridiculous!" Giovanni barked as he guided her away. "The baby's still at risk. You come first. She just needs some sugar, and she'll be fine." With that, he summoned a housekeeper and escorted Rosa out of the room. I was force-fed nearly half a cup of glucose water before sleep dragged me under again. I didn't know how long I'd been out before someone shook me awake. Giovanni stood at the bedside. He looked strangely uneasy. "You've slept enough. Rosa's been throwing up everything she eats. She says the only thing she can keep down is your cake."

My hair in a messy tied it in a bun on the top of my head. “Good morning mommy!” Honey greeted me, her voice hurting. She’s hurting too I know. She cried when I cried. “Good morning baby,” “Grandma made your favorite breakfast. Let’s go downstairs?” she asked and I nodded, holding her small hand as we walked down the stairs to the kitchen. “Good morning to both of you, I made bokkeumbap!” Grandma beamed and looked at me. “You look beautiful sweetheart.” “Thank you, I came back from the dead.” I joked and she smiled slowly. “I’m not hungry, just give Honey her food grandma,” I told her.