Cheshire Cat Mad Hatter Novels & Stories

"Door or sofa? They can know it or see it. Your choice." Charli pulled the lapels together, attempted to smooth her long hair, and tightened the robe's sash as she walked toward the door. After a glance through the peephole, she turned back my direction, her expression confused. "It's Mrs. Witt. I thought you said it was security?" "Open the door, Charli."

We both looked at the woman in black when she spoke. "Daniell Jane Cruz." My eyes widened when she mentioned my full name. "Cyrille Bertiz." Cyrille and I looked at each other. "H-how did you know our name?" Cyrille asked tremblingly. The woman did not answer. We also couldn’t see her face because it was covered. “Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall Humpty Dumpty had a great fall All the king’s horses and all the king’s men Couldn’t put Humpty together again.” My hand kept shaking. That song

Across the hall from where Peter and Drizella were sharing an intimate night was the room that the sick maid Maddie was in. Maddie was the head servant Malcolm's sister, and he had come to watch over here along with a fellow maid named Alma, who was there when she first collapsed in the hallway.

he called out, extending a welcoming hand and inviting me to his tea party in the sky. With a burst of exhilaration, I leaped onto the Mad Hatter's teapot, and together we soared through the whimsical madness, laughing and sipping from cups that never seemed to empty. In this land of tea-induced madness, I, the Chronically Delayed Bunny, the factions, and all the peculiar creatures embraced the absurdity, surrendering ourselves to the pure joy that sprang from the most unexpected places.

A second later, Hunter had transformed from a predatory tiger to a domestic cat whose master had grasped firmly onto his two front paws, rendering him unable to move at all! Charlie raised his eyes at this time and sneered, “I heard that you’re called the White-Clothed Tiger King. I really thought that you would be a tiger, but I never would have imagined that you cannot f*cking even be compared to Hello Kitty! You’re truly utterly useless!”

This time, he wasn't looking at the ladies or smiling with them, he was staring at him. The old man's words were now like a background sound to the king, it was like he was speaking far from him. He ignored everything around and kept watching the young guard who pressed his lips tight and blinked several times as he tried not to break their eye contact. The court ladies touched his chest and his arms, but it didn't affect Alec. His eyes couldn't stop looking at Kenneth. He was hypnotized by his intense stare, magnetised by the mysterious scar around his eye. He was known as the Mad King, the man who kills to satisfy his thirst. But now, stood a man foreign to his eyes, a king with elegancy a

So I play along. “Okay fine..” I say leaning back and shoving a chip in my mouth. They both looked relieved when I said that. I get up from my seat and place the bag of chips on the coffee table, “Well I wanna see what you’ve made.” Both of them get up quickly, “there’s no need for that” Chris laughs nervously. “Why not?” “Because it’s ugly..” He says quickly, “ya.. Ugly. Right Ginger?” “Yeah totally,” She chuckles nervously, “it looks horrible.”

"Of course." I was cut off as he removed the head part of his mascot, Henry hates doing things like this- anything that'll draw attention on him. He is sticking his tongue out... I stated with a smile, "Thank you, Henry." Then he put back the head part of his mascot and went back to the bleachers... then I saw another teddy bear mascot running away at the corner of my eyes... It's a couple pair. I felt my heart tightens as I recognize who that might be... Is it Megumi?