Peeps Novels & Stories

“These ones have frosting shaped like baby rattles. Is this vanilla or witchcraft?” “Both,” Chelsea said. “Also, don’t eat the ones shaped like dragon eggs—those are filled with lemon-lavender. They bite back.” As more pack members and allies arrived, music played from enchanted speakers (thank you, Chelsea), and the sound of laughter filled the air. There were games—some that involved blindfolded diaper changing and one suspiciously close to axe throwing that Charlie, of all people, dominated. “Did… did he carve that diaper genie out of a tree stump?” Jax asked, slightly alarmed.

My company let employees clock paid hours while petting the office cats, take unlimited vacation, and skip the time clock altogether. For a while, people called us a dream company. Then one of my employees posted online and accused the whole thing of being a kindness trap. He filmed the office as if it were paradise, but the caption told a different story: [Don't envy us. All of this was bought with our low pay and our youth.] The post went viral, and overnight, I became the fake-nice boss who bled his employees dry behind a mask of small kindnesses. The entire internet told my employees to run. Fine. I let them. I rolled out a new policy. Effective immediately, every flexible benefit

Dana narrowed her eyes at the man who stepped into her cell. The pockmarked face of the prick who'd led the ambush leered down at her. "What's wrong, bitch? Feeling lonely? Eager for the taste of a man?" He grabbed his crotch in an obscene gesture that made her stomach turn. Dana didn't show her disgust, though. She wouldn't give him the pleasure. Instead, she spit in his direction.

Victoria sneered. Vega rolled her eyes. "Cat fight," Tyler whispered under his breath. He sat in the chair next to me, which was the only reason Vega didn't try to strangle him. "Who is that?" She asked me. "His name is Tyler. He's here to help us plan the Centennial, even though he hasn't been much help," I explained. "I'm sitting right here," he reminded me. "What is a 'Centennial?" Vega asked. "It's a party without balloons," Tyler mumbled. I shot him a glare.

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Talk about cliché with handsome guys. "Summer. Hello?" Yvonne shook me hard. "Dude, are you even listening to me?" "Oh yeah, I'm sorry. I wandered off," "Yeah, you did. Anyways, I would like to introduce you to some people," She said smiling. "Summer, they are all a part of "the squad". They don't have a name because they think it's too overrated. Anyways, They are all sophomores," She pointed her finger to the guy the utmost left and began introducing, "This is Ryder Hudson, Ian Hastings, Liam Brown, Preston Miller an—"

Derian, been the smartest, readily noticed the tears in his mother's eyes. He used his little hand to wipe her mother's other eye. "Mummy, why are you crying?" He asked with a concerned expression. "Nothing, my child. It's nothing. Your sister just made me happy, that's all." Kelsa tried to hold in her emotions. "Do happy people also cry?" Daisie asked in confusion. "Yes, dummy! Happy people also cry. That is why we have the expression 'tears of joy', right?" Derian explained as he was baffled by his little sister's innocence.

She doesn't care to ask how I feel. "Trent Aston!" She squeals. "I'm Pepper. But you can call me P! I'm a huge fan of yours. I follow you on I*******m and I've liked every picture you've ever posted! I also have your red 66 jerseys! When I grow up, I want to be a wag. Your wag!" Pepper is weird! And she's embarrassing me. He chuckles." I like you already, P. " "Well, everybody likes me. Except for my mom and my exes... "

I said as I crossed my arms in front of my chest. "I love mint choco." He said and I stopped. "Disgusting!" I hissed and he laughed. "Why is that disgusting? It's good." "I feel like brushing my teeth when I eat that flavour." I shook my head. "Do you have a pet?" He asked. "I have a black labrador at home. How about you?" "Really? I have a labrador too!" He said and I turned to him completely surprised. "Millie.. her name." "Blue.. his name." I turned to him and looked at him straight into his eyes.

We made our way further towards the trap when we heard a voice, it was a female voice and mind you it was the most beautiful voice I've heard, even in her scared state....she started blabbing about how she doesn't taste sweet or how the gods won't accept her flesh, the most funny one was her sayings no one will buy her organs as they won't work without her, she thought we were carnivores, she must have really been scared, my parents and sister fell into a fit of laughter but I just managed a smile, the soul must have been scared and I was the one