Veruca Salt Squirrels Novels & Stories

Vera Carter, the Elephant Alpha's mate, happily placed into Corinne's hands what was probably her tenth gift in less than five minutes “They make the house smell delicious and are very useful in helping us relax after a tiring day taking care of the pack.” “I greatly appreciate your consideration, Alpha Carter. And, please, don’t forget to take some bars of the chocolate with hazelnuts that your daughter seems to like so much.” Corinne smiled at the little girl leaning over the nearby dessert table, as well as several other children of all kinds “My husband said that the hazelnut seeds he bought last year from squirrels have adapted very well to our soil, so if you also want to take some, it

As I slowly washed her hair, she leaned her head back and sighed in pleasure. “I think we left the champagne glasses outside,” she sleepily said. I worked some conditioner into her hair. “If we did, the squirrels have probably taken them by now.” Lanie scoffed. “Okay.” “There’s a new breed out here. It’s smarter and stronger than the brown, gray, and red squirrels combined.” “And what’s this new breed called?” she demanded. Done with rinsing her hair, I got to work soaping up her shoulders and back. “Uh, I think they’re calling it the hustler squirrel. They’re good at snatching and then reselling things for extra cash on Craigslist.”

The sound echoed in the hallway and we all froze. Vera touched her cheek slowly. Her eyes changed into a blazing golden color, the sign of an omega wolf. "You little-" Emily grabbed her arm. "Vera, wait. Someone might come." Vera smiled but it wasn't a nice smile. "You're right. We should be... creative." Before I could react, Emily grabbed my arms, pinning them behind my back. Vera reached into her apron and pulled out two bottles. Ketchup and mustard. "No," I said, struggling. "Don't-"

His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, and with each breath, I found a fragment of peace. As Sebastian held me close, he continued to speak, his voice a soft murmur against the canvas of my anxiety. "You know," he said, his eyes twinkling mischievously, "I once read that squirrels have a habit of forgetting where they bury their acorns. Can you imagine being a squirrel with a terrible memory? It must be quite the challenge!"

"There, my fearless alpha, lies the path to new territory! It's rumored to be guarded by the ferocious 'Fluffy-tailed Guardians.' Are you ready?" ‌ Andrei, his competitive spirit ignited, nodded with a grin. "Fluffy-tailed Guardians, you say? Let's show them the might of the pack!" ‌ As they ventured deeper into the thicket, they encountered an army of squirrels. The tiny creatures chattered angrily and hurled acorns at them, which resulted in a flurry of dodges and exaggerated leaps. Lucas, in his usual cheeky fashion, shouted, "The Guardians are fierce, but we are fiercer!"

“The angels use many squirmers.” “For food?” Adlartok squinted and curled her upper lip while visualizing an angel chewing worms. She had heard of squirmers, but until passing through the swamp where Tulugaak nearly died, and they met Jamison, she had never seen crawlers other than a dead, giant scale worm floating in the summer ice melts. The little giant had an ugly mullet-like head, and a beautiful spun gold fleece enclosing a rear body that looked like human teeth. But, of course, no one would eat such a creature. “I don’t think so,” Rawl said. “I believe the cherubs farm squirmers just as we do.”

she whispered and Mike mimicked her position, laying low and turned to look. A buck outside their window, feasting on some low shrubs, accompanied by some naughty squirrels jumping around. Mike took a long-inhaled air, much-needed oxygen replenishing. Such a majestic animal, dappled with royalty even when they are bowed at his most delicate moment. Mike looked over his shoulder at Sarah and there was a glitter of light in her eyes, like a child who had just seen a free ice-cream truck across the street. A smile found its way to his lips. He slipped his arms across her shoulder and pulled her close, which she welcomed and enjoyed the remaining of the show.

“Shoo...pesky little vermin!” said an old woman chasing away a murder of crows huddling all over her garden in the crag. At the front left side of her hut close to her whitewashed and straight spaced picket fence, the pesky loud birds had been munching and uprooting her germinating seeds of gold nugget squash and had scattered it all over the precipice.

Thank goodness she’s squeamish. Quarry Pack males and their mates hunt and eat in their fur during full moon hunts, but I never have, since I’ve never gone on a run. The meat I eat comes wrapped in brown paper. Her stomach rumbles at the thought, the memory of the squirrel swiftly losing its ick factor as she stretches her jaw and gently locks it around Justus’s muscular upper arm. His bicep flexes, almost imperceptibly, while his breath remains slow and even. He’s pretending to be asleep.

Even if some survived by chance, who knows how deep they were buried beneath sand and gravel? Vera then asked, "How did you acquire that ten-thousand-year ambergris before?" "By chance," Charlie replied. "I looted it off the corpse of this vermin in Aurous Hill who used to farm parasitic worms." Vera laughed. "Well, that's certainly quite a chance. But don't worry—I will try to ask around and see what I can find." - It was noon by the time Charlie and Vera returned to Aurous Hill. As Vera had been gone for a while, she missed her orchard, so Charlie took her to Scarlet Pinnacle Manor right away, having asked Don Albert to wait for them there earlier.