Animaniacs Dot Warner Novels & Stories

“Can you behave?” She asked. “Can I play with this?” “That’s not a toy, but…” he reached for the mini stuff bear on the bookshelves. It was sentimental for him because it was a girl by the girl he only loves. He never let anyone touch it, but this time hell, let the child. The little girl stayed in Wilder’s swivel chair while playing with what he had given. “Contact some staff and the guards. The child’s parents might still be here, ” Wilder told Mina.

,Rick said angrily while shouting on the phone "Really ,is this all what you will say to me,it's your first baby for God sake,are you telling me to abort it,oh I can't abort this child,it's our baby,our first child",said Anne in tears "Then get ready to father the baby yourself,cause am out,and am sending you some money to get raid of that thing you call a baby",I can't father such child,am a married man and I have a wife with my baby in her",Rick said and hang up on Anne

WHEN LITTLE THINGS GO WRONG, DON'T IGNORE. BE WARNED! EVIL STARTS WITH THINGS SO SMALL, BUT AT THE END, YOUR LIFE WON'T BE YOURS. Adrianne "Adrianne... That's a very lovely name, my dear." Jason said, smiling at me in a creepy way I didn't like at all. We were having dinner at Jason's house and I was not happy about the words he whispered about my mom to make her blush. Boy, was she naïve.

Anne -oh dear don't feel sad,just remember that anytime you feel in need of a woman,or you need someone to talk to, am always there for you, anytime of the day,ok it a promise to you Rick -Thanks babe,and thank you for everything you have done to me,the care and love you showed me,am so happy I have someone who will make me happy and not make me feel bad*smiles and kiss* Anne -thanks Rick,I love you so much*kiss* Rick -you do love me Anne*surprised* Anne - yeah I do love you Rick,ever since I saw you are a different personality entirely I fell for you, but am sad cause we can't be together,it's just a secret affair for the moment*sad and face fell* Rick

Chapter 1 The room was gloomy and dimly lit. The only beam of light in the darkness came from the screen of the Television. Nestled in my usual chair, my eyes rested on the flickering screen of the big box. On the screen of the box was a girl, staring at three traditional african dolls, all of them were dressed in white gowns. One was burned to a crisp, the second was only scorched on one side and the third was untouched by the flames. The girl reached out her hand and picked up the doll that had not been burned. She smiled down on it and caressed its cheek. The doll had eyes that seemed to sparkle. I stared in horror as the sparkly eyes suddenly warped into a bloody red. The doll cackled fi

“Oh, God, Mama, I don’t know. Go first; maybe it’ll give me an idea.” “Mortal Kombat. I will watch that movie repeatedly, and there’s absolutely no rhyme or reason to it.” “God, the special effects were awful. I got it. Thirteen Ghosts. It’s not a great film, but as you say, I can watch it on repeat.” “Aye, Thirteen Ghosts was a great movie, and the Black actress actually made it to the end.” “Would the two of you be interested in dessert?” our waiter asked. “Cheesecake?” I asked.