Bambi Author Novels & Stories

She has a cheerful personality, and it made sense to him now why Sandra was adamant to give her a light and positive kind of music. Sitting on the chair and mini table, his hand then started to move. He felt the fresh air blowing his hair as he listed down every words that appeared in his head. He didn't mind how jumbled it was for he was still in brainstorming process. He kept on writing until he finally noticed that it ended up describing a different girl, far different from the woman he's supposed to describe, Bammie. Petite, cold and mysterious. Bambie didn't exude any of that. Petite? No. She has voluptuous body that can make a man gone crazy. Cold? She's very cheerful, easygoing and w

Did he call her Bambi? "Bambi? Why are you calling her that?" "Because you told me that I can call her anything except Mumma. So I call her Bambi and you cannot stop me from calling her that" "Who told you this name?" The name Bambi has a different connection. I don't want to hear this name again. But it is ok if he is not calling her mother because I know he is not going to listen to me. He is my son. "No one told me anything. You already know daddy, Bambi is my favorite cartoon character and she is my favorite human so I call her that" how could I forget that he is my offspring so he would think accordingly.

TBC Written by Authoress Kamara

Celina had wanted to accompany me but she got a guy interested in taking her to Jamboree social joint and she opted to go to dance than to stroll in the beach. I took my phone and captured a few selfies of myself overlooking different directions before moving to sit on the sand, got on F******k and began to scroll downwards reading random posts. I finally settled by a post from my favorite F******k blogger on www.thepassionatelovers.com which was talking about Kachambali sexual style. Reading it left me feeling so horny until I could feel some vaginal fluids trickling down my labia majora. The whole thing seemed crazy but I could not understand how a man can play with my vagina for that long

He grinned mischievously and I kind of felt shy but smiled slowly anyways. “I want to do dirty things to you.. Bambi”He whispered, kissing and sucking my earlobes. I bit my lips unwittingly,grabbing his shirt to pull him closer.

The creature tilted its head, lips peeling away from bloody teeth in something that looked like a smile. “Run…” it rasped—voice broken, guttural, barely human. The sound of it slithered down her spine like ice water. Then the last word hissed out, sharp and deliberate— “…Bambiiii, run.” It took a second for her world to turn dark.

Frankie sits up straight, his heartbeat increasing again as he leans forward, peering at the stage. When Bambi appears, his mouth falls open – not only because she’s…gorgeous. But god, because she…she really cleaned up. Gone, obviously, are the articles of men’s clothing that she stole out of Christian’s closet. Instead, she’s wearing a blue bikini set with rhinestones all over it, and sky-high heels, and her mane of blonde hair…god, but it flows around her, fresh and clean, looking like satin under the stage lights.

I smiled at Bambi. "Sup," she groaned sitting up and moving her neck around. Her hair was a mess on top of her head and she was wiping the sleep away from her eyes. "Wanna get out of here?" I asked and she nodded lazily. I quickly grabbed everything and stuffed it into my bag. Bambi looked like she could barely stand. "Are you okay?" I asked and she was swaying. "I have a headache," she groaned. I put an arm around her waist and her head fell onto my chest. I walked slowly with her off the beach.

TALIA'S POV Maxton really said Bambi is not a bad person? His words kept echoing in my head like some bad song on loop I couldn’t hit skip on. I was lying flat on my bed, eyes glued to the ceiling, arms splayed out like I had just been run over by a truck called What the Actual Hell. Because honestly what? Not a bad person? Bambi? I almost laughed out loud. Is Maxton insane? Did he hit his head? Did I hit my head?

Bamby was still talking to Clarissa when Laura emerged from the kitchen. “Worry? Why should I worry? Clarissa, you did not tell me we have a visitor?” Laura uttered. “Mama, I was supposed to call you in the kitchen and introduce you to Bamby. He is the model scout I told you about last time. He was the one who approached me to be a model six months ago.” Clarissa was trying to gather her strength while talking to her mother. “Well, hello Mama. I am Bamby Flores, a well-known beauty queen maker, model discoverer, and a big name in the fashion industry. I am so honored to finally meet the mother of my future superstar model.” Bamby introduced himself.