Grommok, the Gruesome E-Book

Nova Edwins

• Herausgeber: Black Umbrella Publishing
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Serie: Horgerians
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 87

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Beschreibung

How can I not even last one standard week in my new job? One wrongful accusation later, I find myself in a dungeon—right next to a Horgerian, to add insult to injury. The only thing giving me comfort is the heavy iron chain around his neck, which is keeping him away from me. I just hope that it's shorter than it looks…. Slightly dark sci-fi romance with a happy ending.

Leseprobe

GROMMOK, THE GRUESOME

HORGERIANS

BOOK 2

NOVA EDWINS

ALIEN ROMANCE

CONTENTS

Free Prequel

Grommok, the Gruesome

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Epilogue

About Nova Edwins

FREE PREQUEL

Planet Earth as I knew it no longer exists, and I have no choice but to leave. However, I have only one chance of starting over: convincing someone with a spaceship that it's worth taking me with them.

When I hear the rumor that a Horgerian man will be leaving for his home planet Horgerion fairly soon, I decide to throw myself at him—shamelessly.

There are a few minor obstacles, though:

I'm not the only woman with this idea.

I know nothing about Horgerians or the planet Horgerion.

And when I find out that Horgerians like to eat human flesh, it's already too late ...

This short story contains a touch of the apocalypse, an unexpected savior, and a desperate heroine who is prepared to do (almost) anything.

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GROMMOK, THE GRUESOME

How can I not even last one standard week in my new job? One wrongful accusation later, I find myself in a dungeon—right next to a Horgerian, to add insult to injury.

The only thing giving me comfort is the heavy iron chain around his neck, which is keeping him away from me. I just hope that it's shorter than it looks….

Slightly dark sci-fi romance with a happy ending.

1

LILLY

I trotted after the other cleaners, my bucket and mop in hand, once more regretting my decision to leave New Terran. My job at a deli there had consisted of grinding, chopping, or squashing insects all day. At some point, I simply hadn't been able to take it anymore and had applied for the library job on Phelgos.

Unfortunately, the advertisement had omitted the fact that I wouldn't be a librarian. Instead, I was now part of the cleaning crew and had to scrub the Grand Emperor Britod's library twice a day.

The irony that the Phelgosians, including the Grand Emperor, were insect-like creatures with all kinds of antennae and mandibles on their heads wasn't lost on me. Every single day, it reminded me of my previous job—except that I was now the one who might get squashed because the average Phelgosian was nearly ten feet tall. Working for nasty, thin insects just had to be karma. That's what I got for trying to improve my situation.

We joined the queue in front of the airlock that led outside to the housing for the low-level employees. Just before I could pass through, two armed guards stepped in my way, crossing their spears and preventing me from going any farther.

"Very good," someone hissed behind me. "Ssshe looksss fertile."

The translation implant behind my ear interpreted every single word around me, but I was pretty sure that I would never get used to the sibilants of the Phelgosian language. As soon as I had saved up enough of my meagre wages, I would leave this stupid planet and then rejoice in chopping up insects at the deli.

"Excuse me?" I turned around because it simply wasn't okay to treat me like a hatchery.

"You, human, come and ssstay right behind me." The uniform identified the insect as the commander of the Grand Imperial Guard.

"Why do you want me to come with you?" I looked around for my supervisor, but of course, the stupid weasel had already left. The term weasel was literal, as Udul looked exactly like one. He was slightly bigger than me and stank terribly of his unwashed fur. Udul claimed it was against his religion to shower, which, weirdly, didn't stop him from constantly spending time in the communal shower while the rest of us were cleaning up. Stupid, creepy weasel.

"Becaussse ... you ssstole sssomething." The commander pointed at my bucket, and another insect took it from me.

"Here it isss!" the commander exclaimed triumphantly, and he held up my cleaning rag.

"I didn't steal anything," I protested.

"Are you sssaying I'm lying, human? Insssulting a civil ssservant?" He gestured his followers to approach me. "Take her to the dungeon! But firssst ..."

I froze because the two insects that had blocked my path suddenly grabbed me with their rigid, cold claws.

The commander leaned closer to me and, without warning, tore right through the already ugly cleaning crew overall I was wearing. Suddenly, my breasts were exposed, and I gasped in horror. "What are you doing? Let go of me! Let go of me right now!"

Of course, they didn't let go of me, instead dragging me through the long corridor. More than one insect stopped to stare at me—or, rather, at my breasts. No one seemed to be looking at my face.

We turned a corner, and I recognized the wide, stone-carved staircase that led down into the Grand Emperor's dungeon. I'd heard wild stories about the creatures supposedly locked up down there—each one more wild and dangerous than the last.

How could it be that I didn't even last one standard week in my new job before being wrongfully accused and thrown into the dungeon? And what for? Because I looked "fertile"?

The farther down the stairs we went, the colder it got. I started to shiver. Goose bumps covered my body, and my nipples shriveled into small, hard nubs.

However, I started trembling much more intensely once I heard the first creatures growling, hissing, and gasping. My translation implant was struggling to keep up with all the different languages, but the gist was the same across the board: I was human, I had breasts, and the inmates were keen on sexual acts that I definitely didn't want. I was on the verge of bursting into tears. What had I done to deserve this? I had been complaining only in my mind. I never talked to anyone about my dislike for my job and for this whole planet. I was a model employee, always nice and helpful, doing my job properly, and it would never have occurred to me to steal anything—partly from sheer fear of my employers.

It got darker and darker as they were dragging me through the corridor. Arms, claws, and tentacles reached out through bars, trying to grab me. Then, we stopped in front of a heavy metal door with a thick bar in front of it. It was the only solid door among doors made of bars. I didn't even want to know what—or who—was behind it.

Once the guards let go of me, I immediately took the opportunity to pull up the sad remains of my overall and cover my nipples.

As the door swung open to the inside, I saw a huge chain leading from the rough rock wall to the massive neck of a giant creature. It had been sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall, but it stood up now.

The front of his body had a vanilla hue, which I could easily see because he was clad only in a loincloth. Starting from his lower jaw, the skin became greenish until it turned into a deep dark shade of green on his head. The wide mouth revealed razor-sharp teeth as he growled at the guards in an impressively loud manner.

He was easily six and a half feet tall and just as wide. His whole body consisted of muscle, and each one of his two arms was wider than both of my legs put together.

I knew exactly what kind of alien it was.

"Here, jussst for you. A generousss gift from the Grand Emperor," one of the guards hissed while pushing me forward.

"No," I pleaded as I turned around, trying to leave this cell right away. The insects couldn't just throw me to a Horgerian. Didn't they know that Horgerians ate their sexual partners after the act?

But the guards didn't budge. When one of them pushed me, I stumbled back and fell down. Immediately after, they closed the door in front of me, and the latch clicked shut with a definitive sound.

2

GROMMOK

The human woman wheeled around and pressed her narrow back against the dungeon door. Good. I hoped she'd stay right there, as far away from me as possible.

Her lower lip trembled, and when she breathed in, it sounded suspiciously like she was about to start crying—like an infant who couldn't reach its mother's tit.

"Please don't eat me." She stared at me with wide eyes. Her hair was an interesting color that I hadn't seen on humans before—so light that it was almost white. Her eyes were bright green, and her pale skin was covered in countless spots. It was the result of a pigment disorder, no doubt, but a rather appealing one.

"I wasn't planning to," I replied.

"But Horgerians eat human flesh, right?"

"Occasionally." I shrugged, which made the chain around my neck rattle.

"By all heavens," she whimpered, wrapping her arms around herself. She was trembling with fear, but that was good, because that way, she would keep her distance from me. Maybe the next time she asked, I should have responded with a snarl or growl to make sure she really stayed over there.

I leaned my head back against the wall and stared into nothingness, just as I had been doing since getting thrown into this dungeon. My spaceship had certainly sent out a distress signal when it had crashed, and I was sure that help was on the way. I would have to sit it out—literally.

However, the arrival of the woman made me think that the little bit of peace I had in here would soon come to an abrupt end.

My nostrils flared as I inhaled. Ah'tze, the woman smelled good. Incredibly good. Fresh, sweet, and fertile, almost irresistible. She had to be in her prime and was probably close to ovulating. Otherwise, the Phelgosians wouldn't have chosen her.

Although she was using her hand to hold together the remains of her overall, there was enough bare skin on display to pique my interest. I'd heard a lot about how special it was to fuck a human woman, but I'd never had one of them this close to me before. It didn't matter, though. I would pull myself together and not think about how weak and helpless she was—and, more importantly, I wouldn't touch her.