April Showers Bambi Novels & Stories

Before Jessica could utter another desperate plea, the heavy bass of the ambient music cut out with a sharp, jarring screech. The candles flickered as a hidden ventilation system kicked into overdrive, pumping a sudden, freezing draft into the Conservatory. The hairs on Lolita’s arms stood on end. Franco stepped to the centre of the room, his glass empty, his expression shifting from a man entranced by a beautiful display of dominance back to the cold, calculating architect of the Apex Bloom.

But right now, your sisters need you, taken in by June's heartfelt words, April G lightly placed Trevor underground before standing up, ready to take on the harpy. Drop the forcefield, April G said. I will take care of this; Liz released the force field as the harpy released a Savage scream a flu towards the teenagers. But April G channeled pink lights through her hands and released a massive shockwave by clapping her hands and the harpy’s direction. Upon contact with the shockwave, the harpy began to rapidly age until it fell to the ground as a lifeless corpse. You did it, Bonnie said as she hugged April G.

“God, that’s divine.” “What’s the goss?” Selma said, handing her a hot scone in a napkin. “Shrub run. Again.” Bambi’s mouth twisted. “We plant them, baby them… they crisp like they’ve been hexed.” “Wrong time of year?” Selma lifted a brow. “I checked rainfall, pH, frost charts,” Bambi said, waving the scone like a credential. “I even prayed to the gardening gods.” “You’ll solve it,” Selma said, smirking. “You always do.”

April tried to keep her eyes open, watching the water pour from Kim’s tits and splash her face or run down her smooth belly and into her mouth. After getting her fill of pussy, April had Kim turn around. The blonde milf did as told and turned into the spray, her back to April. As expected, April spread Kim’s ass cheeks and sent her tongue up into her asshole. Kim purred, never getting used to the sensation of her daughter sodomizing her with her tongue. With Kim’s ass smothering her face, April reached out of the shower and retrieved the sex toy on the floor outside.

Bambi was a little unsettled to accept her hand but she fell for it and Susanna took her to sit on a couch. “I’m just going to make sure you don’t try anything funny while we talk. It will be wrong for this simple conversation to turn bloody.” Susanna conversed with Bambi so causal that Bambi wonders if this woman was born with any conscience in her. “Why do you need me to distract the guards, I am just a nurse employed to watch after Miss Cherry.” Bambi tells her.

I asked. "Mother made me understand," April said. She leaned down, pressing her cold nose against my cheek. "She told me that without those stupid, bleeding emotions, we are just dolls. We are pretty things made of wood and paint. We do not feel the sun. We do not feel the hunt. A life without the burn inside you is not a life at all." "She was right," I whispered. "Then open your eyes, Betty," April snarled. She bared her fangs, snapping them inches from my nose. "Open your eyes before they bury our mates alive."

Until it became too much. Like now. Benji leaned his head toward her still. Creating a friction against my hand that made me fist his coat. Even still, though, his arms slid out of the jacket, inching him even closer to the girl who had gone from timid, to jealous, to angry, to frightened. I didn’t like the fact that Benji was scaring her. “Where’s your mommy, Bambi?” he whispered. My nostrils flared. “Enough.” “Huh? Yeah? You like being called Bambi, Little Miss Jealous?”

~•~ "Bambi!!" Bam froze on hearing a familiar voice while he was heading to class. He gasped and turned immediately to see a very well dressed, Hosun . "Sunny !" They threw themselves into each other's arms happily. "Look at you! You look even better than the last time you showed up at the Cherry Bomb!" Bam chuckled. "Thank you! Omg, I'm so happy to be with you again!" "Same! How are your parents?"

April of the forty-eighth year is the month Clara comes into focus. Not that she was out of focus before — she has been entirely herself since the first hours, as present and specific as anyone Valentina has watched develop. But fourteen has a quality that the previous years were building toward: the beginning of the self becoming visible to itself. Clara can see, this April, who she is and has been, with the clarity that comes from enough distance to read the pattern.

“ It seems you haven't watched the news today, you should try and catch up with the lastest news.“ “ What news? Is there any problem?” “ I don't know but just know that now you own me twice because I saved your ass twice. BASTOON and A&R have decided to have a collaboration, it will soon be released. That old man gave me something that I can't refuse. But don't worry, I never told him about you or about our little plan, so consider that as a debt,” I heaved out heavily as I can't believe this monkey here was backing out. I must have underestimated both Jamez and Alberto. I never thought or imagined they could come together and create an alliance because their enmity was quite deep.