Shrek Crack Novels & Stories

His face drained of color in an instant. Next appeared Samuel's detailed records of all the illegal drug tests he'd conducted on me, including formulas, side effects, and accounts of my every ulcer bleed and shock episode. Attached to that was a report from a top lab, proving that Charlotte had no hereditary disease at all. She was perfectly healthy. Samuel's wine glass slipped from his hand and shattered on the floor. Finally, a crystal-clear audio recording played, featuring Theodore's gentle but brutal voice. "You're just an orphan. Serve a few years inside. Fair deal..."

Zeek felt like he had been slapped in his mouth, and it dropped open all on it's own. "Mister, have you lost your damn mind? Crack? Is it crack you're smoking? It's crack isn't it?" Zeek ask seriously, "because only a damn crack head would be that desperate for money. You are given everything you need and more...and yet you STILL felt the need to do this?...Why?" Zeek asked almost on the verge of tears. "Why what?" Mister stupidly asked. "WHY ALL OF IT!?!" Zeek shouted at him. Yelling and stressing had Zeek in so much pain, and that added to his aggravation even more.

My squads crowd the bathroom. While a few are on their phones, I and the others are touching up our makeup. "Our cheering video has already garnered 5 million views on I*******m," Sookie jumps excitedly. "Let me see." I close the lid on my red lipstick right after kissing myself in the mirror. Sookie hands me her phone, and I look at it. "2 million in 1 hour is poor," I say disappointingly, giving her phone back. "Well, it's still good, though." Sookie is content with the video's performance.

His head snaps to the side, and I watch him grip the door frame tighter. "Don’t you dare call her that disgusting name again. You’re the whore here. Fucking your ex-girlfriend’s younger sister just to get back at her? That’s so sick, dude. You’re unwell, and you need medical–" I drag Dex back by his arm when Sam raises his head, his eyes red with that familiar fury.

“What did you say?” Brendan stood from his seat ready to attack. “I said you’re a snake” Daniel stepped forward provoking Brendan. “Enough!” Linda interrupted. “Grant, we’re dating” she admitted to stop both men. Daniel scoffed. “What, you couldn’t get Celine, you went after the best friend? Classic snake” Daniel clapped annoyingly. Brendan’s fist was fast and it landed partially on Daniel’s cheek. Daniel’s quick reflex prevented him from getting a knock-out.

I want him, but the need not to hurt him is stronger. Releasing him, I step back and walk over to the metal supply cabinet bolted to the far wall. Yanking the steel door open, I scan the shelves of athletic tape, bandages, and cleaning supplies. Grabbing a small, dark glass bottle, I check the label. Fractionated coconut oil. We keep it stocked to work out muscle cramps after brutal sparring sessions. It is safe for skin, incredibly slick, and entirely necessary right now. I walk back to him, uncapping the bottle.

Crysta makes a small, choked sound. And I can’t fucking breathe.

“Don’t even flatter yourself. She’s the one who offered to give you up and yet you delude yourself that she loves you more. Wake up, bro.” Slade polishes off the last of his drink and flashes a wicked grin, leaning close to Brax. “Still bitter? You always did everything like it was a competition. Money, power, women, rules.” Then his icy blue–wrong, harsh grey eyes rivet back to me. “No wonder she looks so tense around you.” Like that isn’t enough, his eyes linger long enough to make unease crawl along my spine and my blood freeze. I almost shrink behind Brax’s frame.

After all, it started out as a small flap, then a thud, till it became a thump, then a roar till it got to the extent where I couldn't ignore it no more like I was doing before. It was love, budding like a little flower. Fragile at first, it grew and got stronger till it could finally withstand the harsh breeze without uprooting and falling off. It sure is more than surreal this time, it's deeper and amazing than that. This time, it's euphoria. Like a drug I got addicted to. He's Silas, my drug.

Crack! Crack, crack, crack, crack! A series of faint yet distinct sounds, like eggshells breaking, rang out in everyone's ears. Ding Hao looked up and saw the transparent shield finally cracking like spider webs. With the bombardment point as the center, they began to spread out in all directions, increasing in number and density! "It's about to break down!" "Haha, this damn boundary formation is finally going to break down!" Someone cheered.