Alice In Wonderland And The Cheshire Cat Mga Nobela at Kwento

My hand was caught in Chaise’s hands and chest. I heard the chimes on the door, indicating that somebody came inside the bookshop. But I was helpless to assist the new customer, Chaise had me trapped right where he wanted me. “Are you scared of me, Alice?” he asked in a whisper. I glared at him. “I’m not scared of you. I hate you!” I said under my breath. His eyes gleamed and I was reminded of a devil disguising under a halo. “Maybe I can change your mind,” he whispered darkly. And before I could realize what he was going to do, he leaned forward and his lips covered mine in one gentle kiss.

Eda walks into my room and I notice she looks slightly green, and she looks at me as she plops down onto my chair, “Have you ever thought about having kids, Alita?” I chuckle as I shake my head no and say, “Not really, whatever the moon goddess wants, right?” She huffs, blowing some hair away from her face, and says, “If the moon goddess chose for me to be this sick then I have some choice words for her!” As if on que, Peelle walks into the room with a ginger ale and some crackers. Both his sugar gliders run down his arms and hop onto Eda, happy to be beside her as if trying to make her feel better.

Finally we reached his lovely house, it was a beautiful house with wooden walls and roof just like I had in my world such a wolf taste even though there was nothing extraordinary about the house and green plants in front of his house but when he opened the main door of his house a whip of scent came inside my nostrils and I inhaled a deep breath, I could sense a strong scent of werewolves, not just one werewolf but two different werewolves. Lucky me!

I held his gaze. He smiled. It was unsettling and reminded me of that creepy Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland. I never liked that book. It left me unsettled, but I’ve read it many times since it’s Delilah’s favorite. ‘He’s the Cheshire Wolf. The cat could disappear into the darkness and reappear at his leisure. Maybe that’s why he’s so stuck on calling us kitten.’ Emilia concluded. ‘Or he’s just a dick.’

Nobody replied. Alison looked at the roof on the closest house and wondered if it would be rude to eat somebody else’s chimney. Obviously it would be impolite to eat a whole house, but perhaps it would be considered acceptable to nibble the odd fixture or lick the odd fitting, in a time of need. A cackle broke through the air, giving Alison a fright. A witch jumped into the space in front of the houses. She was carrying a cage. In that cage was Bunny! “Bunny!” shouted Alison. She turned to the witch. “That’s my toy!”

“Okay, go ahead.” The little girl cleared her throat and began with Alice falling down a rabbit hole into a magical world filled with talking animals and eccentric characters. As she narrated the tale, her eyes sparkled with wonder and excitement, and her voice carried a musical lilt that enchanted Carmen. “And then the Mad Hatter appeared, and he was having a tea party with the March Hare and the Dormouse,” the little girl continued, gesturing with her little hands to emphasize her words. “Alice drank from the shrinking potion and grew smaller and smaller until she was only as big as a mouse. She climbed on the table, and they all had a wonderful time together.”

Chloe scolded her. Alice put the phone on the table and came back to her room. She then took out her phone and texted Ethan “Hey" “your pizza will be delivered on time Alice. Relax" ‘I am not concerned about pizza. There is something else” "what?” Ethan asked Alice sent the photo screenshot to Ethan and pointed towards the feet. “Who are they?” Ethan asked “They are my aunts” “They don’t look like humans. They look like creepy witches with the green hairs, no toes, and the attire”

****** Alice was having a comfortable nap inside her bathtub without realizing how long she had stayed. "Bang..Bang..Bang.. Alice..!!" Alice was beginning to come back from her wonderland just with the sound of someone banging at her door. Five seconds after she opened her eyes, goosebumps came surging all over her body. Cold. She quickly stood up and out of the tub, took a tower, and wrapped it around her body, out of the bathroom she went. "Alice, are you ok?"

Life imitating art for sure. A large statue of the Cheshire cat had a dart board on his chest, but Amber’s favorite thing in the bar, was the way the cocktail waitresses and bartender were dressed. The girls wore versions of Alice’s costumes with lower bust lines and shorter hemlines which didn’t even cover their ass cheeks properly. The bartender was dressed in an old-fashioned suit which included a red velvet waistcoat, a golden watch attached to his lapel, and a top hat with bunny ears on the brim. The White Rabbit, though he didn’t look cute and fuzzy. More like demented Easter Bunny you didn’t want to fuck with. This bar was no fairytale, but rather a twisted, fucked up retelling.