Abo Nest Novels & Stories

Then Allie rushed into her bedroom, locking the door. The one aspect of pregnancies Allie has been very familiar with was nesting. The process of building a nest for your future pups to keep them safe and comfortable with the use of clothes, blankets, pillows, and most importantly: infused with the most consoling scents- the scents of a mom and dad.

It took of most of the room, leaving only few feet around the borders to walk, and was about four feet high. "Go on. Take a peek." I feel Bacudal's finger poking me in the back. I step forward, feeling very uneasy. "This is why you were brought here. Not for some silly boy crush, though I doubt Larkin would agree with that." He gives a little evil snicker. As I got closer, I could see the mound was made of blankets, old clothes, potato sacks, seemingly anything fabric like. It was a big nest. I stand on my toes a little to get a good look over the edge.

Finally, he mutters, “The whale spit Jonah out.” What? What does that even mean? And why is he just standing there, picking up a trash bag and talking nonsense. We need to make a nest. My insides are uncoiling now that he’s here. They’re simmering. Why haven’t I thought about the nest? There’s the cot in Abertha’s shack, but it smells like patchouli and ointment for joints. There’s a cave a quarter of a mile away where a stream cut out its bank and then ran dry, but it’s small. It’ll have to be the Airstream.

Likely, many of the palace floors are no longer passable or safe to tread. A keep this big would have a traditional Aerie, but there is no way we'd be able to make it into a tower with it being this unstable. I run down a nearby corridor, hoping that at least some of the second floor is safe enough for me to make a nest for her and our babies.

It opened its beak and made that horrible chirping sound again. Hungry. They were so hungry. "I'm not food," I whispered. "I'm not food, okay? I'm just... I'm just a person." The bird tilted its head, studying me. Then it lost interest and turned back to its siblings. I let out a shaky breath. Okay. Okay, they weren't going to eat me. Not yet, anyway. I looked around the nest, trying to assess my situation. The nest was massive, at least fifteen feet across. Made of thick branches, driftwood, and what looked like pieces of... other things. I didn't want to look too closely at those.

Eric is very happy, after a few years, their Kingdom has also developed, and will continue to grow in the future. Moris said he found the bird's nest that Eric needed, but because of Eric's business, he still kept those things in storage. Eric went to Moris's place to test the bird's nest, which consisted of seven baskets. Lots of bird's nests piled up in it, Eric went to pick out two usable baskets. Moris remembers the shape of the bird's nest and saves one as a model. Go get more later. “This thing comes from a small tribe that lives on the island. There are a lot of them who don't use this, I offered to buy it, but they gave me so much."

His hand settled over hers on her abdomen. “An heir,” Nathan whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. “A prince or princess of the Nest.” The war with Rodriguez was over—but a new chapter had begun. Abigail was no longer a vulnerable human. She was the mother of the Nest, carrying beneath her heart a new generation—one that could finally become the bridge between two worlds.