Smurf Novels & Stories

Alfredo Fabri POV You see in this business you're either in or you're out. But the “out” in this case implies that you're no longer alive and far from the earthly realm. Getting into the world of organized crime is no child's play, and by virtue of swearing an OMERTÀ, an oath on the Saints, you're in for life. You never get out, never. But there was only ever one exception our little world had witnessed and that's in the case of Lorenzo Rizzo also known as “The Whisper”.

Eli held his hands up in the air and said, "Fine, fine, take away all the fun of letting your big brother have a peak of whatever delicious little creature you have down there." Eli sniffed the air. Whoever she was, she smelt fantastic. He had never smelt something so good before. The air smelled of sea salt and coconuts, like he just took a tropical trip to a far away island. His wolf stirred and didn't want to leave, but Eli needed to give his brother some space to finish up. He would get a chance to meet his little brother's new play thing eventually. Ethan never was serious with whoever he dated because he knew he would end up like Eli, having to choose a mate based on his parents' picki

“Hi, Mr. Frost! My name is Harper Sinclair, and I’m calling to see if your company is currently looking for new representation?” “New representation?” he repeats. His voice dances with a sudden, rich amusement. “What is it that you believe you can do for me, Miss Sinclair?” The playful banter catches me off guard. James Frost is the legendary, ruthless billionaire CEO of Frost Industries. I expected an abrasive, intimidating old man, but this voice sounds shockingly young, vibrant, and undeniably flirtatious. “Well, I'd love to show you,” I say, crossing my fingers tightly under the desk. “Would you be interested in meeting with me to discuss this in person?”

When the upload finally completed, I rushed to check Adrian’s latest data. My gut dropped. His robot had changed into a spider model exactly like mine. Every parameter matched, down to the last decimal. His upload time? One minute before mine. "Too many humanoid bots in the competition this year," his post read. "I’ve decided to use this spider bot instead. If you guys like it, I’ll even send you model kits…" I swept everything off my desk with a violent crash. "How? Why?!" My eyes burned, my control hanging by a thread.

Molly is almost speaking in tongues ranting about her boss when another message arrives again. From unknown: On behalf of Baby Steps Surrogacy Center, we extend a warm congratulations to you for accomplishing the application. Kindly get in touch with the boss as soon as possible. Have a great day. I chuckled automatically. "This is insane." I uttered. I laughed like a mad person, couldn't believe it. "I'm insane, I know." Molly said on the other line thinking that what I just said is for her. "N-No. No!" I composed myself while holding my stomach because of laughing too much.

I wasn't going to say anything that would make me lose my job. He chuckled and I wondered what was funny. “You know I am harmless, it is called “trying to have a conversation” he made an air quote. “I don’t know that” I mumbled. “Let's try this again” I couldn't understand why he was smiling, he reminded me of Erica. “Sebastian” he continued, unfazed and still smiling. “Anna” This time I was forced to smile because it was silly. “You should smile more” “You should stop being cheesy”

There wasn't a card, just a tag, and I sat to open the gift. Inside a small cube box was a snowglobe, but instead of white flakes there was sand. A few tiny seashells settled to the bottom, and when the water cleared, two figurines emerged. A girl with long dark hair standing next to a guy with short reddish hair. A wooden slat sign on a post in a dune was beside them that read Seasmoke. The gift had to have been custom made and it ripped the breath from my lungs.

**Shyfter** ‘As always, our little brother, forever the self chosen ambassador for peace! That's fine, let's see how YOU will handle this, Ambassador. The rest of us will observe these new strangers. Kugri, would you please go inform the Others about our guests? We shouldn't be hasty to turn to the side of violence to solve our problems, when words are far less deadly.’ A huge rust colored wolf, with glowing orange eyes suggested. **Anaki** ‘Shyfter, you will remain behind with Moon. I have a feeling you two will make an interesting team on this one. If this wolf does make a move with hostile intent, detain only, understood?’

Louis Reginald Sparks, twenty-seven-year-old vocalist of the band Run Up My Galaxy, charming and a minion of fate, like any normal person, loved surprises. In fact, I used to love it. His younger brother Tom is too. However, the surprises presented by their common beloved woman with the gentle nickname Kitsune sometimes made them pretty nervous.

Shrugging she walked towards Liam but the beeps of her phone interrupted her and she quickly answered the call without bothering to look at the name. “Hello” “You have a lot of explaining to do Aura, why did you do that to Mr Jules?” She removed the phone from her ears and checked the name which turned out to be Bigfoot. “You don’t under Bigfoot, he tried to force himself on me and we didn’t have any discussion like that” She heard Bigfoot hiss, “I didn’t send you there to be an interpreter only aura, goddammit” he spat and she could feel shiver running through her spine.