Nightly Krumbs Novels & Stories

ROSE A week later, we were in Studio 11. Rum was filming an advertisement for B.A.D’s biggest client, FUNTORY, one of the oldest beverage makers. A silence of awe sank amongst the staff as we watched Rum consumed his twentieth consecutive giant jug of FUNTORY’s latest craft beer. He slammed the glass jug on the table and spread his lips into a mysterious smile of satisfaction, and said, “Freshness in every drop.” And he gave his signature wink.

I told myself this was tactically interesting and nothing else. By day seven I had stopped telling myself that. On day eight Ruby brought oats with strawberries arranged on top with a care that was its own form of hostility, and stood watching me from the doorway while I considered the tray with the expression of someone who was genuinely sorry to cause inconvenience. "I'm so sorry," I said warmly. "Strawberries give me hives. And the oats look like they've been waiting a while. I don't want to trouble you with something I won't be able to eat."

Albert wished he could already execute the rit After the night, the Night Children who did not drink would wait and starve in the Hall of Bones until death came to them. They were not going to wait for another full moon. Their flesh would rot until their bones joined those who came before them inside the Hall. Human flesh and bones, on the other hand, were not allowed to degrade inside the Hall. It would be taken outside for the Night Children's pleasure. Then normal life began again until the next full moon.e.. s.e.n.. e.tant.. n.e.."m.t.t.s.d.. t.r. her.. . t.l.d.n.c.pleasure. Then normal life began again until the next full moon.

"No actually, I do not." I opened my mouth but had no words. He was—ridiculous. I blinked. "Then—go to Shane's or John's and steal their yogurt!" I exasperated, shoving the spoon in his chest. Zac grinned, retrieving the spoon out my hand and taking a spoonful of yogurt for himself. He took his time, swallowing slowly with his gaze locked with mine the entire time. "I didn't want to see those fuckers today. They never leave my house. I needed some—some—some Bloom time!"

"I get it drained every Thursday to get some money off of those Dusties by Lost Boys." "Lotus-eaters take kikimora poison? Thought they could only take dust since everything else paled in comparison…" "Only when they're desperate. Pan's been limiting supplies since he lost his last Wendy to vice last month. Helps with the paranoia or some shit. I don't know I ain't a doctor," though Lisa sounded confident, her second eyelid flickered back and forth with every other blink, "but I'm out of juice and, unless you carry baby powder on you, I ain't getting any more until tomorrow after a solid eight hours at least."

Disdain flashed through his eyes as he answered casually, "Of course not. I was just scaring her since she embarrassed me in public. She's been spoiled for far too long, so I had to teach her a lesson." The person fell silent for a brief moment before reminding him, "But Mr. Pozzi, some colleagues saw Z oe crying outside the company…" "So what?" Simone chuckled. "It's normal to cry. How about we make a bet, let's see if she'll show up to work tomorrow." The crowd eagerly joined in, and the party plunged back into laughter and excitement. Even colleagues who used to be close to me placed their bets along with him. In the end, over 30 people voted that I'd show up.

I wasn’t able to focus on the files for the next few minutes because a certain brown eyed bimbo’s voice couldn’t stop ringing in my head Because I’m cursed Drake! You’re annoyingly petty. My father is dead! If I abort this baby you could die. I crumple the blank sheet I was writing on and throw it on the ground across the office. I pull out another sheet from my drawer. Trying to put down the idea that just popped into my head but it was out immediately my pen hit my paper I crumple the paper and throw across the office again. “For Chrissakes!” I sweep me arm across my table in frustration.

Blue immediately nods his head. “Okay so here is the plan. I am sending ten monsters to attack the Ma Vista’s tomorrow and I need you too...” The next morning is Mayhem all the monsters gather in the backyard as they prepare to hear all the monsters that will be going to the Ma Vista’s today. There is an excited buzz that floats around the yard as they all stand there waiting for me to finally address them. Finally I stand, all the monsters stop whispering to one another and the backyard falls silent.

Kyra is his obsession, his punishment, and his prey. Steven Blackwood doesn’t love he dominates, he torments, he claims. Resistance brings pain; surrender brings chaos. Trapped in his mansion, surrounded by fear, jealousy, and the shadowed eyes of those who serve him, she must navigate a world where innocence is weakness and temptation is unavoidable. Every moment in his grasp threatens to break her, and survival is not escape, it is submission to a man who bends desire and fear into a power only he understands. In the hands of a devil who refuses to be denied, she may lose everything…even herself.

I stand at the opening of the ship, watching as the first few snowflakes float to the ground. We spent the last three days collecting as much food as we could. We have a variety of root vegetables, a small stash of fruit, and Valen has been hunting quite a bit to get enough meat to last us. I crouch and pick up the pillowcase I used to haul more vegetables, pausing. My eyes trace down my arm, to my wrist, to my fingertips, and then look over at the other. Our veins glowed Neron blue the day Valen and I made our vow to one another. But they never stopped when we released each other. All through that day and through the night, the veins in our hands, wrists, and forearms glowed brilliant blue