Slime Guy Novels & Stories

It trusted its instincts that perhaps this person wasn’t a bad one. As the tiny slime made its way over to Zen, the gamer wondered what he should do. This mob did not seem like the others. Could it be that after rescuing it, the baby slime was now attracted to him? Stopping right in front of Zen’s foot, the baby slime made a keening sound, wanting to be picked up. It waited patiently as Zen hesitated. The debate failed in his mind when the little slime nudged its head on Zen’s shin. The bounce didn’t hurt Zen, but it seemed to bring tears to the little monster.

A rustling sound from behind his back made him stop from reading the book he's holding. "Professor, what's with all of these junk?," a guy with round rimmed glasses said. He was wearing a white lab coat and his unruly dark hair partially covered his ears and nape. His thick eyebrows were furrowed deep on his forehead as he scrambled over the piles of documents scattered on the floor. Leaning over the table stacked with books and papers of different sorts, he scooped down and held a tiny gray creature with big round eyes and yellow irises. The creature's body was slime-like, yet it seemed to have short limbs and a small mouth that produces a harsh hissing sound when it opens.

When I see Reese Chapman again, it is exactly three years after I sever our mate bond. It is also the third year since I completely seal my wolf and hide at the edge of the Shadow pack territory, living as an insignificant healer. Tonight, the air in the clinic feels heavy and icy under his overwhelming aura. He carries a lightly injured female companion in his arms and forcibly takes over the best VIP ward in the clinic. During my shift, he summons me three times through his guards. The first time, he coldly orders, "There are wolfsbane fragments on the bedsheets. Change them." I send an apprentice herbalist to handle it. Two hours later, he has a nurse relay another order. "The smell

But my ass hurt a lot and then the canal smelled so bad, like terrible. I looked at Yaya because she’s now covering her nose. The other people looked at me, and then the others were forcing themselves not to laugh. Looking at my dress that used to be pink, now it looks like it turned black...? “Do I smell so bad, Yaya Celine?” I gaze at her, blinking. Oh yeah, I smell so bad. Even my nose is hurting because of this smell. How much more of Yaya Celine? “No, you smell so good even though you fell in the canal, Senorita.” I can’t help my smirk. I know she’s lying. I can see in her eyes. Do people still smell good after falling into a canal?

Because of this, Kipper Group found itself in the middle of a public opinion storm. With the crisis temporarily resolved, I blocked the clients who were the first to cancel their contracts with me. If they did not trust me enough, there was no point in discussing further cooperation. Being the victim of a cheating husband brought me a wave of online sympathy, and I got so many new orders that I was overrun with work. I could not stop smiling. "Hey, Alex, guess what? I just landed another huge contract today!" "Yeah, I know," Alex responded. As I was sharing my excitement with Alex, the edge of a trench coat caught my eye. My smile froze.