Romans & histoires Fluffy

Three Years Ago It had been a long day of work, with a camera shoved in my face- filming for some commercial? I think it was a shampoo one… something about making my hair super shiny, but I actually preferred my dandruff-preventing one. I was scrubbing the caked-on makeup, which seemed to never come off. Great for the camera, not so great for someone who wanted it off, like now. “Iris? You looked so good for the shoot.” My stylist, Bell, was behind me, hanging the clothes I had worn. “Why are you rushing? Do you have somewhere to be?” Her voice was cheery as she spoke to me.

Her lips twisted into a bitter smile as she wished him the worst—a one-way ticket to misery. With a sigh, she scooped up her little fluff ball, Fluffy, who had been circling her feet, sensing the tension in the air. She cradled him against her chest, burying her face in his soft fur, drawing a strange comfort from his small warmth. “It’s just you and me now, buddy. We’re all we have.” Her words wavered, her grip tightening until Fluffy whimpered softly, jolting her back to reality. Sky took a deep breath, forcing herself to hold back tears as she looked around the house one last time.

He's handsome like a prince. This girl threw applesauce on me three months ago because she said my face looked funny. Oliver grumbled. “Such a good name.” I smiled. “What about the brown one?” Elias laid down next to me resting his head on my lap as I immediately went to pet him. “Hmm…” she danced around circling Andre like a shark, “Fluffy!” Fuck no! Andre tried jumping away from her but Elias narrowed his eyes to stop that rebellion quickly. “Fluffy it is.” I nodded. “I believe the deal was you'd get to sleep if we had a sleep over?”

‘Here, kitty kitty. The little creature butted its head against my fingers, purring like a miniature engine. ‘He still needs a name,’ Lochlan said, crouching beside me, his shoulder brushing mine. ‘You should choose one.’ I considered the fluffy body, the round belly, the general air of edible softness. ‘He’s all plump and doughy, with that little white tummy… Let’s call him Custard. Like a custard bun.’ Lochlan was silent for a long moment.

Lydia came that afternoon with fresh linens and no introduction beyond her own name, offered flatly as she stripped the bed without preamble or ceremony: "Lydia." She was older, compact, built with the economy of movement that accumulated over decades of work done well and without announcement. Eastern European accent, thick and unhurried, the kind of accent that had stopped apologizing for itself a long time ago. She moved through the room the way people moved through spaces they had been moving through for years, without consulting it, without adjusting to it, simply occupying it with the comfortable authority of familiarity.

He listened contentedly, one hand on my leg as he watched me move my lips. Fluffy nuzzled my leg; now that I had been with him several days, his face was less scary than when I first met him. His little mushroom type of nose was dark, damp, and warm. He laid his head right in my lap, and I petted the unruly hair between his eyes. “What is this animal?” I wondered aloud. There are so many animals here that I do not know what they are. Fluffy looks like a cross between a cat and a dog from where I am from. One animal is independent, and the other is bent on pleasing you, making you the center of its world. “So what is it? What kin

I pushed this guy's chest and ran to Toby. Toby opened his arms to me and I hugged him. This guy turned his body to us, looking mad. "Alpha Flynn." Toby greeted that guy, looking surprised. What? He is the great Alpha Eaton Flynn? He is more of a lunatic than a great alpha. "Don't touch her!" Alpha growled again. "W-what?" Toby looked at him, confused. "Don't touch my mate!" He growled again. "Mate? What?" Toby stares at me, asking for explanation. I am just as confused as he is.

, She mumble "What did you just say to me?!!", Anthony boomed in fury. How dare she bring his sister into thi She opened her mouth to give him a reply, but she exited her mouth her mouth was not what she was expectin As she opened her to reply him, she felt funny, and suddenly, a surge of fluid emitted from her system like larva leaving a volcano, and she threw up on Anthony. Before long, Anthony was completely drenched in vomit

The woman that I was supposedly flirting with was smiling happily like a new fond baby looking at its mother. "Reina Romano. God is it nice to see you!" "Lydia Stevens baby. Still crushing on me I'm guessing." she said smiling while going in for a hug. "Can you blame me, look at you. Fucking hot darling making it boiling in the room. You haven't met Jax Martinez have you?" Lydia said turning to me. "Actually, we have." she said. "I'll leave you ladies to it, I guess." I said and then walked out for a smoke and to get some bloody air away from her.