Bambi Do Novels & Stories

She will then come home with the baby, pretending she is its biological mother. 'What then is your problem?' Nunu asked, wondering at the story the doctor was telling her. 'Well,' he replied, 'the problem is to find someone reliable enough to go into Britain with the baby and then hand it over to her.' 'Is that all?' Nunu asked. 'Yes, Nunu. But it is more complex than that.' 'Where lies the complexity?' 'Now, any person going to do the job must be a very intelligent and outspoken fellow who does not carry any type of fear within, a very good actress so to say.'

“We agreed not to allow another woman from Muzagah to be sacrificed to the gods of the Suramite to pacify them for Habeb’s sins. We believed that the gods will destroy us if we grant the prince his request. Believe me, my son; I cannot wish to achieve wealth by sacrificing sweet Banabella to Moguzule, that merciless god. Never! She is my daughter. Later, we called out the six girls to spot out the genuine one. It was an easy task. The girls gathered themselves shyly and stood before us for scrutiny. Banabella stepped out. At first, she tried prevaricating; but when scolded by the King to speak only the truth, she said things that were similar to what the prince had said. There were no contra

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.

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.

she asked beaming up with smile “yes, which would you like to ride" Todd asked looking around the ranch at the different types of horses available “the big brown one" Amber said pointing to a brown horse in the stall, she walked closer, her mouth opened as she gawker at the horse, the horse was beautiful, the brown colour seems shine and the small black tint at the end of the horse's mane made it look more beautiful. The ranch attendant who was in one of the horse’s stall peeped out and said

" Laughing, I watched his mind link again, but this time his face looked scared, then angry. "OOOO Bambi is coming to give you a bruisin!" I laughed aloud, teasing the beta. The last time I saw Bambi fight the rogue hunters who kidnapped us, I was so impressed with the fierceness of that girl. I was surprised as well, and I thought that her greatest weapon would be to talk her enemies into submission, but I was wrong.

That hand moves immediately to his back pocket, where his gun is tucked, the impulse to just kill every single one of these men staring at Bambi just a little too tempting in this moment. But that thought – and every single other of them – are immediately wiped from Frankie’s mind when he sees why all the men are starting to make so much noise. Bambi has moved to the pole at the center of the stage and is swinging artfully around it, taking time to pose her body in the sexiest ways he’s ever seen. God, fuck, the arch of her back, the way she lets her head hang back, her mouth falling open… She is…a fucking fantasy made flesh.

"All this is fine. However, there is another aspect of this war which we cannot ignore. Shambala is a mystical kingdom, protected by powerful spells, and magical creatures. I have heard it's Oracle is quietly powerful." Anbir smirked," and very beautiful as well". The table roared with laughter. Tarekdeo smiled. "So how do we deal with a beautiful, powerful oracle?" Anbir nodded at Bhairav. Bhairav bowed and stood up. "She is not as powerful as me, my Lord, and she is not expert on my kind of magic, the forbidden Asuric magic."

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

“Well, you should’ve seen you. You were like Bambi skating on that ice. It was so freaking funny.” Caleb stops and turns steely eyes onto me. “Who the fuck is Bambino?” he asks in a dangerously low voice, his expression instantly hardening. A crease forms between his brows as he glares down at me. “Don’t compare me to your lame-ass boyfriends, Songbird.” “It’s Bambi,” I correct, unable to stifle a laugh. “And chill, dude. Bambi’s a cartoon character from my childhood. You know, the Disney one?”