Nightly Krumbs Novels & Stories

I was expected, but it never paid to be careless. The camp came into view, a pit of muted activity. I was met at the edge by two rogues: Kroll, the brute, and the younger one, Gren. Kroll sniffed the air, his milky eye glinting. “The kitchen rat returns,” he grunted. “Smells like gravy and lies.” I kept my face a placid moon. “The master expects my report. The gravy, I’m afraid, is for the loyal.” Gren just watched me, silent and unnerving. He stepped aside, and I descended into the heart of the camp.

“Such is the way of a scared girl, aye? You would be dead already if I wanted to kill you. That’s the appetite of a Roman, hmm? Kill them all and build fences? Shut up your fool mouth and open your foolish mind. I’m going to enlighten you.” “What?” Quintus stammered, his anger going in many directions. “It is Lammas, a high holiday for us from all time we know.” Drust stepped a bit away from them, both arms up high when he said Lammas, but he dropped them soon after. “Today, this very evening, I’ll have my vital sacrifice and you will all go out and be a part of it willingly. My hands won’t get wet with your blood a single drop.” Porcius said under his breath, “That’s big of ya.”

“By the way, what happened last night? You didn’t tell me where you were, and that dinner scene… wow. It was pretty intense, don’t you think?” Scarlett sighed, once again feeling the weight of the stares and the tension from the night before. She looked at her friend, trying to put into words what she had felt, but even for her it was hard to explain. In a discreet corner near the trees at the edge of campus, Alex was surrounded by the members of his pack, with the leader standing in front of him, staring at him with a mix of frustration and anger. The others watched in silence, aware that this was a conversation that could change many things within the group.

Chapter Thirteen I woke up to the sunshine steaming through the window. I let out a yawn and stretched my tired body out. My arms still ached from all the work from yesterday. I jumped out of the bed and quickly washed then got dressed. I could not afford upset the alpha anymore. I knew full well that if I wasn't up and making breakfast for the pack, then I would be beaten again. I prepared pancakes and helped the other omegas to set up the dining hall. It was almost seven am before we had finally got everything completed.

“I know! I know! I promised I wouldn't cry today. But you can't blame me. Mother is outside preparing for a grand party for Angus and I am stuck here with you and a rotten pizza on my carpet, No offense, Lala.” I rubbed her gently on her branch and she tightened her grip. “I wish she could love me”. Just then “Numb little bug” by Em beihold began to play. I began to sing to it, draining in every single beat and lyric. “Lala, if you can help me arrange my room. I promise to not let anything ruin my day”. The tree shrugged and in a way, grimaced. “Oh come on! It sounds fair to me. Okay! I'll give you fresh manure and nice trimming later”.

I'd also found 5 dirty gremlins-the girls- fighting over a packet of chocolate chips. I was wondering what Ember would think when she got home since she wasn't too keen on the food fights and flour everywhere in the kitchen. Carson didn't care that much I suppose because she tossed a handful of bi carb at me - which would explain the white powder on my shirt. "Just tell her strait, then kiss her senseless so she can't yell at you. Always works for me" Sky comments, still on the topic of telling Irana that-

The CloudBread Bakery, a modest little chain that once only served early-morning Aeternum workers, now found itself flooded with offers to franchise in five countries after a single loaf of their magically soft, weightless bread went viral across UNA social feeds. Even Elias Crank, a one-eyed tinkerer with a stall no bigger than a cabinet, sold out every last one of his enchanted kettle-sinks after a high-ranking scholar from Artermesia tested one and declared, “This is the most intelligent use of thermal magic I’ve ever seen in my career.”

I replied as Kola chuckled slightly. "I'll come and pick you up tomorrow" Kola replied. "You know somewhere?" I asked. "Of course I do" Kola replied. "Is there is still rice in the pot?" David asked as Paul walked towards the car and gave me a packaged nylon. I peered inside it to see a packed takeaway food I had cooked. "It’s not for you. It’s for Atinuke" Paul replied as he threw his face somewhere else. "Eeeeeeeeee" Felix started teasing.

They listed their dream meals: [M9-grade wagyu, charcoal-grilled!] [Black truffle pizza—looks pricey as hell.] [You guys are basic. I want nyotaimori, with Patricia serving herself!] Their sneering faces seemed to leer through the screen, but my grin only widened. ... The next day, as I prepared another round of deliveries, the doorbell rang. It was my cousin, Della Harris, whom I hadn't seen in ages. "I saw what was happening online," she said, her voice dripping with false concern. "Don't let it get to you. Those people are scum!"