Fluffy Wings の小説・ストーリー

Yikes "You have wings too?" I ask Aylin and she nods before huge black wings appear behind her. Hers are membranous and resemble bat wings. Her wings seem to absorb what small light there is, and nothing shines off of them, like the blackness of them overpowers any kind of light. She flaps her wings once, before she jumps and lets them carry her upwards. She makes it look effortless.

she repeated hotly, gripping her towel tightly. "Pads?"his eyes were bigger in horror like she was talking about adopting a pet Godzilla. "For fucks sake. They are cotton stripes, get them already."she shouted, waving her hands in the air. The towel around her loosened and she grasped it back tightly. "Okay."he nodded, his face still dissolved in angst. "Pads with wings."she added to his mystery. He blinked innocently," Wings? Red bull?" She gritted her teeth, rolling her eyes. "No, the one with flaps around them. Ask anyone or it's written on the packet. Get them fast, Xander. My blood won't wait."

“Me too, I don't like seeing me this way.” He went to my window and opened it fully. As he stood, I saw something I had never seen before. With his upper body outside the window, he brought out his wings. Man, they were huge. They weren't made of feather but rather of meat, I guessed. Kind of similar to a bat's wing, only way cuter….and way, way, way bigger. “Come with me, you will love it.” “Come with you where? Nah, pretty huge wings but I'll pass.”

Nia took out her wings, wings like a butterfly yet transparent and glittering. "Violet try to take out your wings too and stand beside Nia," I ordered Violet. "Yes sir." Violet was immediately beside Nia and then took out her wings. In stark contrast to the wings of the two of them, Violet had black-purple wings surrounded by an aura of black mist. "It's already there continue cooking like that," "Disturb it!" Nia removes her wings again, looks back like Elf. ____

She was upset and she had the right to be, but since she could feel my emotions, she couldn't be enraged further. I looked over her shoulder and wowed when I saw her wings for the first time. I read about it in the book but it was even more amazing to see in person. The main colour of her wings was lavender pink. The wings were large, translucent and substantial, with a petal-like design. The wings had a refined incurvation and were adorned with heart-shaped disc flowers with sweet-like petals and colours ranging from soft purples, pink, yellows, and blues. The wings emitted a soft, radiant glow and pink fairy dust fell from them with each flutter. The gentle glow gave her wings an air of tr

I float along the warm currents, relishing the feeling of the wind ruffling the feathers of my wings. “Is it like you remember?” She asks. I shake my head with a grin. “It’s better, so much better,” I say, looking at my new wings. They are huge, fluffy, and powerful. They look different though, rather than white feathers with black tips, they were simply marbled black and white with thick veins of gold. “I’ve never seen wings like those―they're absolutely gorgeous," she murmurs, her eyes filled with awe. “Glad you’re enjoying yourselves,” someone growls.

"Angel wings dear. It is called that because everyone says it makes them feel like they are in heaven." "Oh." I nodded, smiling more in realization. "The wings are supposed to take you to heaven? Creative." "Named it." Gus announced proudly. Freya gave him a look before we started laughing. "Right." I couldn't help but take more bites of the fluffy pastry. "How in the world is this so soft." I felt the loaf in my hand and its pleasing, silky softness met my fingers. "Definitely not the work of only milk and butter." Freya raised a brow. "You bake too?"

the lady was the first to air out her expectations and pulling Frank out of his own thought. "Let find out shall we?" He waved at the waiter who walked over with their menu and handed each to the four of them. And as expected, she had ordered for jollof rice and fried chicken with salads while the rest followed suit. The restaurant was bursting with people coming and going in their numbers. Their meal was truly the best as they all ate with their mouth full. Frank thought he saw someone that looked like Aria walked in through the door after a while but wasn't sure until he heard her laughing at the opposite end of the cafeteria.

My tongue shifts, forking at the tips, and flicks out, dragging it across her stomach. My scent spreads across my tongue. “Mmm, Dara. You have been using the lotion. My good Girl. You taste just like me.” I straighten, staring down at her flawless figure, her arms spread out as if she were presenting herself to me to be devoured. “Don’t mind if I do, Sweet Mate.” I strip off my shirt, groaning as my wings stretch from being confined in the tatters of my shirt. I am going to have to buy some more before too long. I don’t know how my wings keep going away, but they always burst out when I need them, or I lose control of my emotions. I’ve torn a lot of shirts apart. Rolling my head over my shou

“I don't think you know what you need.” “What are you, my father?” He kept mute but his pretty boy smile never left his face. “I am only trying to brighten your mood, I don't like seeing you this way at all.” “Me too, I don't like seeing me this way.” He went to my window and opened it fully. As he stood, I saw something I had never seen before. With his upper body outside the window, he brought out his wings. Man, they were huge. They weren't made of feather but rather of meat, I guessed. Kind of similar to a bat's wing, only way cuter….and way, way, way bigger.