Sprout X Looey Novels & Stories

And now, Leo was acting. He wasn't just going to hope the world noticed Zara again. He was going to make them notice her. He began to type his fingers moving with a quick Confident rhythm. Subject: Sponsorship Proposal From: Leo Wellington (leo.wellington@wellingtoncorp.com) To: partnerships@lumeskincare.com Dear Lume Skincare Team, My name is Leo Wellington. I believe the name might ring a bell. I’ve recently taken an interest in your brand your vision, your ethos, and your rapid growth in the clean beauty industry. Your recent collections have been both aesthetically and scientifically impressive.

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“The funds are gone. Everything. We can’t move anything.” Alejandro’s smirk disappeared. He yanked the cigarette from his mouth, crushing it under his boot. Dino smirked from across town, staring at the screen that confirmed the transactions. Now, they would squirm.

It had grown to the height of his waist in minutes, its silver-veined leaves unfurling like the wings of a moth. "Sarah! The Shroud! Now!" Leo roared into his comms. "The Atmos-Core can't handle the draw, Leo!" Sarah’s voice was a jagged scream of static. "If we push the shroud to 100%, the Core will detonate! We'll save the sprout, but we’ll vaporize the settlement!" Leo looked at the hundreds of families huddled in the shelters. He looked at Elian, whose hand was still bleeding gold-flecked blood into the soil. Then, he looked at the sprout.

or, “Don’t fuck it up.” He didn’t. The recycler rolled to life, a deep purr, and Loam almost wept when he saw the output: several neat bricks of nutrient paste, ready to sell or eat or trade. He paid in product first—three bricks, barely warm—then produced the second prize, wrapped in a gas-tight envelope: a capsule, true Violet Rain, hyperstamped and cold as glass. “I thought it was a hoax,” Xander said quietly. “Oh it is, mostly. But someone always keeps a seed for the long winter.” Loam nodded, patted his pocket. “You want a real party, come back tonight. I’ll give you a discount on the next round.”

"You can't run from the Loom, Rebecca!" The voice boomed from the sky. I looked up and saw Ada, but she was twenty feet tall, her face a distorted mask of porcelain and thorns poking out of her skin. She was wielding a giant pair of silver scissors, the blades snapping shut with a sound like a guillotine. Snip. Snip. Snip. "Joshua doesn't want a saint," she hissed, her shadow stretching over me like a shroud. "He wants a wife. And you... you’re just a loose thread that should be taken care of."

Loo noticed this and her expression turned sour. She pulled out her phone and sent a picture to Jaxon, who received it with a low chuckle. "Really? I'm literally in front of you." Loo purred, her voice seductive. "Check it out." Jaxon opened the message, revealing a photo of Loo's ample cleavage. He raised an eyebrow. "This is nice." Loo's voice dripped with seduction. "Do you want to see for yourself?" "I'd love to." Jaxon replied, smiling mischievously at her.

He sat for a short while, seemingly lost in thought, then before Cory had noticed the movement, he stood and hopped off the pillow. He's very fast, thought Cory. "Why, thank you, Miss," said Sprout with a bow and a tip of his hat. “We dwellers are small but we're clever and quick!? Sprout giggled to himself as he began jumping up and down on Cory's cot. He wobbled a bit upon one landing and fell on his back, chortling mischievously and kicking his legs up in the air. Cory grinned at his antics. He certainly seemed a great deal less shy now that he was not in front of a crowd.