Happy Valentine's Slay ( A Grimm Diaries Prequel 10.5 ) Read Online Free

just doing her job. He had a surprise for her, an incredible meal; roasted ham and cheese and strawberry cake for dessert. Of course, he didn’t share his marshmallows with her. These were his. They were very much a substitute for not eating her.
    “Damn it, Wolfy,” he looked at himself in the mirror. “Stop thinking about eating Ladle. She is delicious, but where will you be and what will you do if you eat her? She’s the shining star of your life, like a big slice of meat, or a crumbly mumbly piece of loaf. She is so delicious you can’t eat her, and they didn’t make two of her. She’s one of a kind,” Wolfy combed his sideburns, which Ladle hated, but he thought it showed his strength as a young wolf when he did that. She always told him that he had looked like a cute prince when they first met, but then Wolfy started growing those silly sideburns and acting vulgarly like wolves do. He also combed them when he was a bit scared or worried, which wasn’t often. “Besides, you don’t want to scare her away. She’s a sweet girl. If you can’t control your urges, she’ll leave you,” Wolfy threatened his reflection in the mirror with a forefinger. His reflection’s brows furrowed, afraid of him. Sometimes, his reflection did that. He was a werewolf with two personalities after all.
    He turned around and went to open the Belly and the Beast’s door, waiting for the first customer of the night, breathing in the air of the forest. It wasn’t easy finding his bar though because it was at the edge of the world –  you could only figure out how to find it when using one of Sorrow’s enchanted compasses. Older folks didn’t call it the Belly and the Beast. They thought the name was juvenile. They simply called it the Inn at the End of the World.
    Miles away, in the middle of the forest, Ladle was in trouble…
    She was patting a boy she was supposed to kill, and telling him that it would be alright. The boy was only twenty-four but the Tree of Life had ordered his death. Sometimes, Ladle never understood this Tree of Life. Why did young people have to die? But who was she to argue? She was merely Death.
    “It’s alright,” She told the boy. “We all die. Everybody dies, even the funny looking squirrels.”
    “I am not a squirrel,” the boy cried out. “I still have so much I want to do with my life.”
    “Like what?” Ladle asked. “Maybe we can do this today before I whack your head off.”
    “I want to get married, have kids, and I want to travel the world.”
    “Wow,” she mused. “That’s a lot. We can’t do that today. You need at least nine months to bring a kiddo into this horrible world. Which reminds me, why do you want to do that?”
    “Why?” the boy couldn’t believe she’d just asked. “I don’t know. Everyone wants to have kids.”
    “But if you die right after they’re are born, what’s the point? You’re logic is absolutely flawed.”
    “ My logic is flawed?!”
    “You need to accept death like everyone else,” Ladle explained. “It’s like going to school. It sucks, but you can’t say no.”
    “I really hate you!” the boy screamed.
    “Look, I have great idea. It’s the last day in your life. You shouldn’t spend it worried and freaked out. In fact, it should be the best day of your life, because it’s the last. Do you understand?”
    “I don’t understand,” the boy wept. “Why do you have to kill me?”
    “That’s like asking a teacher why you have to do your homework,” Ladle said, swooshing a squirrel away. “It’s simple really. You have to die because I’m in charge and I said so.”
    “I love life!”
    “It’s still loves you back,” Ladle told him, holding her scythe. “At least until the clock strikes twelve tonight,” Ladle tilted her head. “Then I will have to chop your head off. Chop. Chop. Chop.” she waved her scythe happily in the air.
    “I can’t believe you’re happy you’ll be killing me when the clock strikes