Billy-Bag-A-Donuts 1: Kreepers from the Krypt Series

By Billy Guajardo

a mobster will decide to rob a bank one day. he ran out of quick money. he headed to a nearby bank. told the teller he was here to rob them. he pulled a handgun on the man behind the counter. I want my money he told him. i want an early withdrawal. if you do not give me my money. i will shoot you in the head. he left the bank with 15000 that day. once he returned to a nightclub that the mob would frequent. the local police caught news that a mobster robbed the bank. local police and the Feds moved in on the nightclub. after a shootout with the law. strange things begin to happen. the sound of laughing hyena ghosts rising from the dead police and mobsters. something in the middle of the street rises through the paved road to escort them the dead to their new home. guess. each novella 25000 to 36000 words.

• Language: English
• Publisher: XinXii
• Release date: Jul 29, 2023
• ISBN: 9783989114791

Billy Guajardo

Billy Guajardo is a writer and novelist. sorry for the inconvenience. i have had some complaints on grammar and errors. i have taken the time to grammatite my eBooks. both kreepers from the krypt and sometimes i can books. i will give away a book here and there so you can be sure. I hope this short explanation from the book studio is sufficient. i will send them through Grammarly from now on first. we had a sickness and a death in the family. say a prayer for them. i do and I will for yours as well. i have written them into a story based on sad eyed ghosts. if you feel were cheated or mistreated. email me. i will send you one of the latest books from either series for free.

Book preview

Introduction.

I, King Kreep, welcome you to the First, Kreeper of the Krypt from the Kingdom of Kreeps. King Kreep turns to his right. He motioned to a Kreep, Waiting for the King's Kommand. Who left searching for the next Kreeper for the Newly Krowned King to Read to Kreeps worldwide that would eventually become family? Family, he planned to read too. That would love to listen and become a Loyal Subject to the Kingdom one Day.

The sound of a Large Cave beast dragging his oversized feet across a Graveyard 1000 feet to a Monstrous Iron Gate Engraved in Kreepy Heroes, and Villains' Faces, Blocked the Entrance to the Mausoleum that took him down a flight of steps made of Stone that they stole from an Egyptian Pyramid that once belonged to Ramses into a Krypt, 25 Feet Down Surrounded in the Salt of the Earth. He placed over 1000 dead bodies beneath to ensure it had enough salt in the earth that only dead bodies could produce.

A wall to his right lay blanketed in Ancient Manuscripts that would be found in the Bible Era.

A Large Caveman's Like Hand Forcefully Shoved one Manuscript after the other back in place before it hit the floor. A Troglodyte accidentally stumbled into a 6-foot-tall filthy mirror by 4 feet wide, Engraved with the Head and Face of the Last King before the New Master of Ceremonies Took Office. The Troglodyte looked back into a mirror at its face, body, and hair. It saw a Large Head Blanketed in Kinky, Coarse Dark Hair, Big, Round, Watery Eyes, and Fat Lips. The Cave Like Creature Turned to Face the left side of the room, tiptoed back toward the staircase, and walked up 1 step to the next until it vanished upstairs. His feet continued to drag along the floor like a person with feet too big for his body.

A wall Blanketed in Ancient Manuscripts that dated back before the Bible Became Visible? Some lay on a thin, cut stone shelf rolled up like scrolls.

A Man Sat Blanketed in a Cream Colored Cloth, Mask Made of Dirty Bandages to Disguise His Identity? A Leper in Cloth and Cloak. Did he sit at a Desk made of Stone Reading a Scroll by Candle Light? Part of his face and each hand are Covered in Dirty Bandages. A Sharp Pointed Nose on his Face Protruded in the candlelight.

Afterward, King Kreep Faced the Audience, Whom he calls family. His Cloak, Blanketed in Filth, moved forth for every Kreep to see. His face is sleek, tanned, and every facial feature is sharp, with a deathly stare in both dark eyes. His mouth slowly formed into a nasty grin. He faced a group of Men, Women, and Children Kreeps. His Right Hand on an Ancient Manuscript that a Kreep Brought Him from the Krypt slowly placed a smile on his and every lip.after that, One glance at his Audience. He raises the Manuscript over his head, and in a Loud Drooling Whisper, he Whispers to his flock.

We Have the Next Kreeper.

Yes!

As the Audience erupts in loud hurrays and praises for the next read? In a minute, King Kreep Bowed. His left hand held an Ancient Manuscript, and the other lay across his stomach. With his stare fixated on a young troglodyte in the Audience? He raises his other hand to stop the cheering, praise, and mayhem afterward with these words. After he erased that smirk with a severe face

I, King Kreep.

I will Call this Kreeper from the Krypt.

Billy-Bag-A-Donuts,1. A Pauper's Graveyard.

Chapter One Life.

The Year is 1940; the Day is September Fifteenth, and it's the Morning. At approximately 10'25 in the Morning, after a Farewell to the Dead. Billy-Bag-A-Donuts decided to take a walk to a bank down the block. He decided to take what he believed belonged to him from a Bank in the Neighborhood. He walked into a Billy-Bag-A-Donuts Bank to help himself. Too every crispy dollar that he found in a Teller's Droor behind a counter.

With each eye on a Tall, Overweight Teller. A Fat Man in Short Blond Hair. A Short, Stocky, jelly doughnut-eating Blue Eyed Man with a fat body to go with told him he would be best. It Made Billy decide that the Little Fat Man at the end of the counter would be more accommodating. Anyway, he loved a big but chunky man, he claimed. He told his friends that neither one could outrun a bullet aimed for a but cheek. He would make fun of them in his kind of way. Anyway, he walked up to a Bank Teller Early in the Morning. He looked him in the eye first, then the other, with an evil smirk on his lips. He ordered the little chubby fat man behind the counter to listen to him very carefully.

Give me your money, fat boy?

The little fat man looked back at him in both eyes.

What did you say, mister?

You heard what I told you, fat man?

I beg your pardon, "he mumbled.

Where's my money, fat boy?

Billy reached across the counter. After, he saw a dumb look on his face. Immediately, it told.

Billy that he undermined his authority and the power in his hand, which is a gun, with a look of fear in his eyes. It slowly engulfed each sense in that short little fat man's nervous system. A rude snub nosed 38 sat on the counter facing the middle of his chest. A cold, heartless stare on his face told the short stubby man. He better give him the money. And he better do it now! Slowly, he gave him one stack of cash and then the other. He found more beneath a plastic tray. Here you go, mister, he whispered, in a serenade of whispers. This is all I have in my money door.

Open it up!

I want to look deep down inside, Billy whispered in return with a nasty smirk on his lips. I like that wad of singles, too, fat man.

Here you go, mister.

He handed the mobster every dollar. Every piece of paper in his possession and his tray. Please consider me an early investor withdrawing his investment, Banker Boy.

A Tall Man every bit 6 feet tall, 140 pounds of lean muscle with a heartless, cold, and unforgiving stare that would scare most Men. Took one last look into the Banker's Eyes. I will be back for my other investment when I run out of this money. A man with a slight Foreign Accent told the Banker. I do not have time to play a game. Suppose I do not get my money with you or anyone else, fat man. I would have walked behind that counter. I would have opened that door with your front teeth. I would have taken every dollar, including your lunch money, Teller.

Yes, mister, he whispered, back at Billy, now an infamous Bank Robber.

A Young Man Thirty-Three Years Old. Had every Teller in the Bank Hostage for a minute in time. The entire Bank, Every Teller, and each Customer froze where he stood. All he left behind that day after he walked into a parking lot was the utmost terror on his way back toward the front door. He began to knock down every table after the other in his path. Every wooden counter and anyone in his approach in a fury to leave with money he stole? A gangster with no fear, remorse, or conscience. Even if he had to die, "he claimed. He would beat him or them in the face and head if they did not move out of the way with a snub nose 38 special. He used the same gun every time he committed a crime as soon as the door slammed shut. A cold breeze woke every man and woman in the Bank in shock. After the door slammed closed, every light in the Bank flickered on and off six times.

Billy-Bag-A-Donuts left the Bank that Day with 15000 dollars in his possession to his name. A large sum of money he could choke a hungry vulture to death with.

Once Billy made it to his Hotel Room, where he stayed for the time being. The company waited for him in his room. Someone in his bed and another in his bathroom from yesterday. A young girl he picked up late last night. A hotel clerk who would not take his word he would gladly pay her tomorrow? Because he did not have any money to spend, he told her? Well, he delivered him and her in another way. Since he had no money then, he offered them the room he stole from the establishment to share with him for the night. Although, he left them dead.

There was a dead body hiding everywhere in Billy's Room. His bed had a Young, Beautiful Girl with Long, Luscious Blond Hair Beneath the Covers. Every eye in her head lay closed since he closed them for her late last night after he had his way with her first. The hotel clerk sat in his bathroom leaning against a toilet tank like he had to use it. His other friend sat in a bathtub, his throat cut from ear to ear. He had to place a fake smile on her lips. In his way, he believed in the Art of Michelangelo. When she came early in the Morning to clean the room, it would no longer need to be cleaned by her but by someone else from now on, he told her. Will you lay immortalized here in the room until I leave?

Billy must have felt very lucky that evening. He decided to take a long walk to the Devil's Playground. A Nightclub for a Hard Working Mobster or Henchman. A place where he could have a drink in peace. A Nightclub for Henchmen and Small Time Hoods. Since he wanted to meet with a few friends. A Few Men he met in prison in the business drug trade bought, sold a gun, and traded in sex slavery and whorehouses. And, of course, his other favorite. He loved to Rob a Bank Blind when he needed money.

Billy walked down to a local bar with his money hidden in every pocket. A place named after the Devil Himself. A place where a Local Mobster, Gangster, and Small Time wannabe Hood Hung out? A Brothel waited on the second floor and another in the basement for anybody with extra dollars. A whorehouse for a working man in the basement. He could spend his hard-working money on a pretty girl upstairs. Or down in the bargain basement with a much more older and undesirable woman for a few fewer bucks?

A gambling casino lay in one-half of the basement. They throw dice, play poker, and make various money-making schemes if you have a few nickels and dimes, a shelf of different liquor, warm beer, and every cocktail for the taking.

Billy Mixed in with a bunch of Bad Men and hooded henchmen. He had his favorite girl in the Club, like every gangster. He