Care Bears Bad Novels & Stories

“What if its too late by then? Bale is unhinged. He probably hasn’t even fed those girls or given them enough water to drink. Not to mention all the dangers in the woods to them he’ll likely overlook. It’s cold, especially at night, and the other predators they face out there besides him. Bears are rampant in these mountains. And there’s the threat of one of them getting hurt out there, twisting an ankle or breaking a leg, and Bale would likely leave the human girl behind to die if that happens. We need to find them Father. And like yesterday.” What I don’t say is that might be a better fate for her, dying alone in a forest from lack of food or water, or picked off by some predator then life

"He's muzzled like a savage, he has split ends, his clothes are of poor quality, and he's shedding all over! "He's obviously some lowly, savage beastkin that nobody would want even if the shelter offered him up for free! You brought him back just to spite me, didn't you, Layla? "If he goes berserk and hurts you, you'll regret it!" My parents looked worried upon hearing this. "Layla, we're not against you keeping him, but we just want you to be careful. We don't want to lose you again." "I won't hurt her," murmured Clayton reassuringly. "If you're worried, I can keep my accessories on all the time and sleep in a kennel at night."

“And I didn’t ask for another babysitter.” I swallowed, keeping my expression calm. I’d dealt with worse. People in pain said things they didn’t mean; I knew that more than anyone. “I’m not your babysitter,” I replied. “I’m your caregiver, remember?” He smirked, but it wasn’t amusement, it was disbelief carved into a man who no longer trusted anything. “I don’t need a caregiver.” “I think your medical reports disagree,” I said. His eyes snapped toward me — good, at least he was looking.

It was methodical. “Bring him here,” Keagan said grimly, as the warriors evacuated the children. The cages were made of silver, which harmed the shifter children even more. “Right away,” Lance replied and dashed out of the room. This place had the stench of rotten flesh, blood, and shit. Obviously, Carel didn’t give them a proper toilet to relieve themselves. Not long after, Lance returned with Carel, but this time, he was missing his other hand too; he was crying pitifully when the gamma threw him on the floor.

"If you're hungry, go ask your mom. Stop bugging me—I need sleep!" Under his breath, he muttered, "Rhea, seriously. Letting the kid run around barefoot first thing in the morning. Doesn't she care if he gets sick?" Still complaining, he finally trudged after Luca toward the bedroom. I held my breath. Three steps. Two steps. One. Any second now, Bill would see me—and realize I was dead.

“Barely. The literature teacher already gave us a huge project. And… I kept feeling like Aiden was watching me.” Sophie’s eyes widened. “Girl. Be extremely careful. He’s the kind of trouble that looks good until it breaks your heart. You deserve better than that kind of distraction.” I nodded, but deep down, that single intense look from him had planted a tiny, dangerous seed of curiosity. I crushed it as hard as I could. I had seen what happened to girls who fell for boys like him. My mother’s stories were warning enough. By the end of the day, my feet ached in shoes that were one size too small, but I kept my head high as Sophie and I headed toward the bus stop.

"Oh, don't be silly. I am fully capable of treating more than one student." I slowly got of the bed. "I feel better anyway. So, I'll just be going." "Okay," Carol said. "If you feel lightheaded, feel free to stop by." I nodded and walked by Grayson who made no effort to try to talk to me. I still wondered what I did for him to ignore me. The last thing he ever said to me was "I'm going to make sure Ben and Belle don't bug you again. I promise." But now, he wasn't doing anything at all to stop Belle. She knocked me out in gym class and Grayson did nothing. I thought he was my friend and he would always be there for me.

Corinne's lips twitched as she smiled drily, no longer wanting to talk to Jeremy. She walked past him, bent down to look at the brown bear that was beaten to the ground, and observed it carefully. The brown bear had been beaten badly and had no strength to escape due to its injuries. When it saw a human being approaching, it bared its fangs in a bluff to intimidate its enemy. Corinne rubbed her chin thoughtfully, looked at its pitiful appearance, and shook her head sympathetically. "Tsk, tsk. It might look big, but it's not even an adult yet. It's trying to be fierce, but it looks a little cute instead."

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.