Scraps X Shrimpo Novels & Stories

A cloying scent of fishy sweetness and eye-watering spice began to fill the kitchen. ​But Emily wasn't done. She opened the fridge and found a jar of fermented shrimp paste. She took a large scoop and stirred it in, watching as the noodles turned a grayish, unappetizing hue. For texture, she decided the dish needed some crunch. She grabbed a handful of dried, unsalted crackers and crushed them into fine dust, throwing them in until the liquid thickened into a sludge that looked more like wet cement than soup.

Mia worked my cock with her mouth, covering my Johnson with her saliva. She showed Brooke and me how she loved giving sloppy head. My cock dripped with her spit. “Now put it back between her tits and fuck them like you fucked mine,” moaned Mia. One hand went straight to her cunt and the other to Brooke’s cunt. My cock returned to Brooke’s cleavage. The amount of spit that Mia had coated my boner with was amazing and a great lubricant for me to screw Brooke’s tits. Brooke had her fingers crossed as she held her breasts around my pumping cock. “Screw my tits. Force-feed your cock to my meaty tits. I pounded Brooke’s tits like a madman.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as I began to speak, trying to compose myself in the face of his unnerving gaze. "B...Brooks. Aurora Avery Brooks," I replied, biting my bottom lip to stop the tears and pain from tearing me apart. He scowled. "I hate working with shrimps. Ugly, unfit, unlearned people. They prickle my skin." He cursed in a low tone, loud enough for me to hear. Liam swallowed and shifted uncomfortably, giving me a weary glance.

"Do your business in this and toss it out. It would be a nutritious meal for the sharks," Xia grumbled as he watched the man prance out of the room with a swagger in his steps.

Several of them were clearly pre-packaged meals, and the fruit juice was obviously made from syrup. My mom picked up her cutlery and poked at one of the seafood dishes. Then, she commented, “The veins in these shrimps are black, and the meat is mushy. These shrimps have clearly been frozen and thawed repeatedly. “This braised pork isn’t fresh either. “You’re charging ten thousand dollars for garbage food that’s worse than what you’d find at a roadside truck!” My mom’s voice grew louder and louder. It drew the attention of people at several nearby tables.

I might be on cloud nine with jelly feet from all the devious things he did to me on the bed and on the couch, but I am pretty sure I heard shrimps, not prawns. “I said shrimps Romeo, not prawns. She's still in your head, right?” She grinned from ear to ear looking at the both of us. Okay, on a scale of 1 to 10 on the weirdest things that has ever happened to me, this takes the cup. Why was she looking at me like that?

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.

That looks refreshing! He noticed that I was looking at the coconut juice he was holding and stuck his tongue out on me. "You want? Huh, in your dreams!" he laughed. I frowned and pouted at him. You can't resist me! You can't resist me! Can you? I prayed and smirked in my mind. I saw him and let out a sigh, giving me the juice. I smiled at him sweetly to annoy him more. “You can’t resist me, can you?” I smirked and then drank the juice. My face immediately wrinkled and I almost spit out the juice or was it even a juice?! Damn it! It's bitter! What did he put in here? A bitter-melon?

- Huang Nian Zhen waves his hand casually and sat down. As Huang Nian Zhen sat down, three waiters entered and place their foods on the table before leaving. As the door closed, Zhi Yin smiled as he saw his father's eyes sparkle when he saw the foods on the tables. Lemongrass Coconut Shrimp and Noodles Parchment Pack, Lemon Garlic Shrimp and Grits, Salmon Avocado Poke Bowls, Cod with Tomato-Basil Salsa Parchment Pack, Shrimp Tacos with Grapefruit Salad, Spicy Fennel Shrimp and a Crab Soup...

"He's never peeled shrimp for me." The whole room went dead silent. Even Eric froze for a second. Then his anger snapped. "If you wanted shrimp, you could've just said so. I would've peeled as many as you wanted. But you've gone too far today. Get out. I don't want to see you right now." He grabbed my arm and dragged me toward the entrance of NovaCorp. I still shoved the freshly printed divorce papers at him, demanding he sign. Then the dizziness hit. Everything went black.