Fluffy Mga Nobela at Kwento

—Meow— Fluffy rushed towards me as she saw me stepped in. “Ohh! My little fluffy.” I squatted as I carried her up on my hands and she jumped on my shirt as her little tiny claws held unto the fabrics of my shirt. “Oh! C'mon Fluffy.” I held her and pulled her closely as I rubbed my face on her white hairy skin. Looking at her brown eyes now, brought so much warmth and her floral scent calmed down my hyperactive nerves. The available maids had prepared dinner for us as we ate and fluffy won't give me the slightest freedom as she kept on playing around my legs with her

"Why are you so hard to trick..." "Probably because your tricks are shitty." "Oh! I know a good one! I'm sure you don't know this! Hehehe..." Haru grins devilishly and widely as if he's a scientist who succeeded in making a weird-ass concoction. "What?" Mask sighed, just going with the flow. "Puday means goodbye." "The fuck is a puday?" Mask scrunched his nose. "Eyy! You don't know that! HAHAHAHA! It means goodbye, nothing else. See, it even rhymes! Puday is goodbye."

Parker whispered. “I dunno, but is definitely a friend.” Paisley answered. “Thank you for helping us.” Riley told the animal. “Should we give it a name?” Ryder asked, “just in cases we see it again?” “How about fluffy?” Riley suggested with a giggle. The others glanced at her skeptically. “But is not fluffy.” Parker reasoned. “Yeah, tha’s why it’s funny.” Riley rolled her eyes. “Okay.” Paisley smiled, “Fluffy it is!”

The fruity taste sticks to my tongue, waiting for him to ask for a lick. "With you, everything tastes so fucking sweet," he admits, "like you're a flavor specifically made for me, and I'll probably spend lifetimes tending to toothaches." The muscles in my back tense, something like butterflies sitting in my stomach as he showers me with flattery. "You want to take off that blindfold?" he asks, and I nod with no hesitation, reaching for the silk tie resting on the back of my head. He sucks on his teeth, telling me to wait, and I groan, dropping my hands into my lap. "Just a little longer. Right now, I need you to spread your legs."

I asked her. Kiran shifted forward, and he leaned his elbows on his knees, as he clasped his hands together. “What’s wrong with the baby?” “She has AMC,” I answered him, my voice dull and flat. It felt so final to say it loud. “What the hell is AMC?” Kiran asked with a frown. “She has fused joints,” Adara said softly, and I nodded my head. “Fused joints?” Kiran repeated. “It means her joints are so fused together, she won’t be able to bend or straighten her limbs,” Adara said, with sadness in her eyes. “She’ll probably never walk.”

Not if someone gets sick, not if someone dies, not if someone needs help. My mother shook her head, disgust covering her face at my very presence. She had the courage at last to let her true feelings cover her face. "Have a good life, Flinn." She slipped out the door. Just before she slammed it shut, she wedged in her head. "By the way, Fluffy has a liver disease and needs a serious leg surgery. See to that."

Alicia pulled the sheets off her and sat next to her. —Honey... It's time to get ready, you have to go to school, and we're already late. Alicia kissed the little girl's cheek; she saw how big that girl was and remembered when she was born. She was a beautiful and loved girl. The little girl had been born in the month of April and she decided to call her April. When she was born, she had brown eyes, eyes inherited from her. She had no hair at the time of her birth. From that day to the present she had changed; she was already huge for only being 7 years old. Her hair was long brown, darker than her eyes.

Tears slid down her face as she finally picked up the phone. “No matter the cost or the method—find Jonathan. You must.” On the beach, beneath brilliant sunlight, I felt a smile on my face, something I had not worn in a long time. Beside me, Margo Fallstar handed me a glass of juice and laughed softly as she cupped her face. “What do you think? Isn’t this place great? My best friend recommended it just for me!” Margo rummaged through her handbag and pulled out several pairs of sunglasses, each in a different style, and held them up against my face one by one.

Breathe. Step. Step. Look. “Pause.” This time, it was the sky. Clouds stretched wide above us, uneven shapes drifting slowly. “What do you see?” Mrs. Toria asked. “A dragon,” someone said. “A bird.” “A face.” Karl squinted. “…That one looks like you.” I turned. “Which one?” “That one,” she said, pointing vaguely. “That’s not helpful.” I glared at her. Ernest glanced up. “…I see it.”