Pearl Krabs Novels & Stories

He was still nodding to himself even as Pearl's gaze narrowed on his dark eyes. "Incidents happen. "I cannot be held accountable for every exploding fish." "Yeah, yeah!" The man shook his head and smirked at her. Just last winter, Pearl sold Bernie’s son her most prized possession: a green-eyed magical hawk. A tracker creature that no one could even find in this part of the region. She was a true asset to the asshole. He was lucky to do business with her. "What about that batch of water fairies you gave Lord Bernie for his birthday that turned out to have rabies?"

She did not know. She clung to Susan with a firm hand as they made their way through the winding streets, towards the market where all manner of sweets and decoration could still be had. Here were sprigs of holly, made fast into wreaths; and there the suet that formed the base of the plum pudding. But they stopped first amid the stalls where the vendors watched with hawk eyes, as sniggering folk wandered through large sacks and basins brimming with every sort of grain and dried pea that a mind could conjure.

"Thank you, David!" Sam sat down and helped him to the food, and several others followed. "This lobster is delicious. Minnie, try some of this!" "Mom and Dad, have some of this lobster too." "Why is this crab so big?" "Mom, this is king crab. It's crazy expensive. They cost thousands of dollars each." "What's this? It's black and melts in your mouth. It tastes so good." "This is caviar! This cost more!" "This is abalone!"

I tell my mom goodbye before leaving. Leaving the house, the first place I go is the mall. I bought a really cute pink shirt, a stylish white top, and a slipper that goes well with the shirt. I feel a bit hungry after I've finished not eating anything before leaving the house, so I go to the food area to buy a cheesy beef burger with fries and a diet Coke. I decided to watch a movie after I was through and wished I'd learned more about it before watching it. Every scene in the high school romance movie made me secretly cry in the theater, reminding me of Nate.

Under strings of golden lights, several large water tanks shimmered, each brimming with fresh seafood—lobsters, oysters, scallops, and enormous king crabs whose shells glistened under the glow. Even though this was supposed to be a rustic camping trip, these children of the elite spared no luxury. The grills were custom-built, the ingredients flown in by helicopter, the chefs professionals from high-end hotels. Smoke curled upward in fragrant ribbons as laughter rippled through the crowd. Serena spotted one particularly large king crab, its shell mottled in deep reds and oranges. The chef nearby was talking animatedly about grilling it whole to let the crab roe melt into the meat—a delicacy.

I inquired, enchanted by the baby's warm brown eyes. "Carl," Jessica whispered. "Carl," I breathed and the baby reached up to touch my nose. "Does he not have parents?" I asked. "Of course, he does not. That is why it is called a motherless babies home, you dumbo," Makena's scathing comment hit me.

After finishing her third mango, she asked, “Now, what else is free on your island, Crisanto? I’m starting to like free.” Crisanto’s family surrounded them, entertained by how they were eating mangoes like it was gold. Then came the shocking revelation. Crisanto said, “Um… we live by the sea, so the crabs are free.” “What?” Both Freya and Kenneth reacted. “The crabs are free?” They didn’t hesitate. Freya and Kenneth made their way to the beach and hunted for crabs! It wasn’t just crabs. There were oysters, and a bunch of seashells Freya had never seen before.

I asked, handing over the phone to him. He took it, looking at the screen with curiosity. "Ooh... Kelproll Fusion Platter?" he read, and I peeked over his shoulder. The dish consisted of cold rice wraps with salted kelp, pickled cucumber threads, and something called frost shrimp. I had no idea what it was, but it sounded mer-friendly enough.

he teased. “I’m just saying that—” I stopped in the middle of walking when I saw something in the snack section. “What? What is it?” Luke looked in my direction. I gasped. My eyes grew wide. “Is that what I think it is?” “What?” “There.” I ran over to the snack I saw. I grabbed the packaging and read the label. The purple glossy plastic packaging was shining brightly before my eyes. “It’s the same dried squid I bought last summer in Indonesia!”

"The rumor concerning CRUZ company...you didn't hear it?" "CRUZ company? I didn't hear about that, what was it about?" "CRUZ company was accused of producing fake designs and forging other companies' designs of paintings. It was all over the news, Clara." There was a hint of shock and surprise in Ella's voice.