Angry Bird Books Novels & Stories

com How to Avoid Death on a Daily Basis Currently available: Book 1: Welcome to Probet Book 2: Welcome to Fengarad Book 3: Welcome to Dargot Book 4: Welcome to Monsterland Book 5: Welcome to Nekromel Book 6: Welcome to Requbar Coming soon: Book 7: Welcome to Gorgoth From the same author: Entertaining Tales of Grin the Cheat

Amber POV. "Thanks, thanks," I repeat leaving the doctor's office and going toward my room, I placed the baby angel on the bed, making sure to set the wings underneath her not to hurt her. I took one of the books that I have brought as well, it's titled "Little angels," it's meant to talk about the angels who are classified as littles.

It seemed like this room was useless. I walked to a book closest to me and opened it. 'Details about The God of Emotions.' Was the title. This would've been useful if I didn't already have all the information on all Gods and Goddesses. I set it down and rubbed the spines of all the books as I walked past them. They were brittle. I picked up another book. 'Details on teleporting." It read causing me to snap. I threw the book across the small room. I closed my eyes and tried to tell myself this was fine. Five books later and my anger was beyond tangible. You could feel the anger coming off of me.

I head over to where Angel is lounging in a hammock and climb up beside her. The hammock is extremely soft. I lay down in it, propping the book up on my knees. “What book is that?” Angel asks me, peering over at the cover. “The History of Dragons,” I tell her, and she looks at me funny. “Why would you need that? What don’t you know about your own kind?” she scoffs. I sigh. “Everything.”

Zoe I hung my head in despair and didn’t bother to acknowledge his comment. Not only did I just lose the people who raised me a few months ago, but I lost the last thing they gave me while they were alive. English was the last family member I knowingly had, and I wasn’t sure how I would make it without him. In a way, English was like an emotional support dog. Any time I was feeling blue he was always right there to cheer me up. English touched my soul in a way that no human ever could.

she warned. Caleb dramatically gasped, "Oh no! The Angry Bird is back!" This sent them all into another round of laughter, and even Hailey couldn't help but giggle at their ridiculous antics. To be continued...

“Do you need help? Tell me what to do.” “Can you feed them? I’ll get their next feed ready and pack it up before leaving. The nanny called in sick and the twins are cranky. I have to report to the hospital in an hour. I’m so lost today.” “Sure. I’ll handle them.” “Do you want to listen to a story of a prince and a dragon?” she asked the kids. They nodded vehemently. “Yes, please.” She started a fantasy story of a little prince and his pet dragon. The twins were too absorbed to throw tantrums. She fed them in turns, unaware of a pair of eyes watching her deal with the children.

Things just went from bad to worse in seconds, this wasn’t what I wanted. Maybe I should just take my leave…… “Shall we” Angry bird said to me in a very cool voice, why isn’t he in panic mood like I was. He seemed so calm and collected, while I was a total hot mess. Literally, I was sweating like crazy---- my forehead, underarm and laps were dripping. It was as if I had just committed a crime and was about to be arrested for it, but this is way worse than a crime, this is torment.

Angie said, flashing Aurora a heart sign and then pulling out her phone. Just as Aurora reached the door, Angie suddenly let out a loud exclamation. Aurora turned around. "What happened?" "That damn author actually insulted me!" Angie shouted. Aurora walked over to the bed. "What are you talking about?" "I've been reading a novel for the past few months, and it's written so poorly it drives me crazy. I've been insulting the author for months, and now the author dared to insult me back! This is too much!" Angie replied angrily.

The double sensation made my knees weak. “Talk to me daddy,” I panted. “Tell me how it feels.” I clenched my waist and let out a soft light moan. “So fucking tight,” he breathed, lips brushing my ear. “Hot. Wet. Like you were made for this. For me.” His words pushed me higher. I reached back with one hand, gripping his thigh, urging him deeper. He fucked me harder, hips slapping against my ass. Books shifted on the shelf. One fell to the floor with a soft thud, but we didn’t stop.