Chibi Novels & Stories

I'm faced with a furry, white creature with a gray beak and black eyes. “Holy shit, Kiara!” “What is it, Dom?”, Kiki wakes up quickly, raising her torso and trying to focus her gaze on me, but she still looks sleepy. “What's wrong? I'll ask you! What is that unidentified animal?”, I point to the thing on the ground. Kiki widens her eyes and gets out of bed. “Have you met her?”, she says, walking over to the animal, picking it up off the ground and bringing it over to me, “This is Bia, she's a Sedosa. Chinese.”

he suggests. I purse my lips and pull the iPad on the desk closer to me. I open up my calendar. I had four calendars that needed to work in tandem. I had mine, Rae's, Poppy's, the figurehead of The Howard Holdings Company, Audrey Ellis, my fun brunette persona when I wanted to forget my life for a while, and my reclusive ginger Frankie James. Frankie was never on my calendar, unfortunately. Audrey only makes appearances because she was more or less my alter ego for the gentlemen's club, Eve. And realistically, Rae and Poppy are the same person. Poppy is just to save face for Rae. I'd always be Rae Spencer no matter how much I tried to run away from that life.

said a older female wolf with cat eye glasses and the clipboard. "Rayven of the Fang Gibbous pack." the girl ahead of me answered. The older wolf wrote something down on her clipboard. "Cabin H please. Dinner will be at the pavilion at eight. Next!" The wolves eyes widened when she looked up and saw my hair patterning. "Name and pack." "Elma of the Waxing Tail pack." I noticed she flipped to the next sheet to write my details in a different section. "Cabin B, please. Dinner is at eight in the pavilion." Rayven had waited to see where I would be asigned, but her face fell when she heard we wouldn't be anything close to roomates. I joined her and her luggage with a shrug.

Ellie clutched a sodden map, her knuckles white. “Brazil. Scotland. Japan. Egypt. Rome,” she muttered, scanning Voss’s scribbled notes. “They’re waking up everywhere. All at once.” Dr. Voss tightened the ropes of the sail. Her face was pale but determined. “The Chimera was never singular. It was a herald. And heralds are never alone.” Cerebus stood at the bow, fur plastered by rain, three heads scanning the darkness. Alpha was still. Beta watched the horizon. Gamma growled at the storm.

Right before the syndicate's power handover, I flew back to New York after a year of studying jewelry design in Europe. But the night before the ceremony, my secret boyfriend of three years—the Rossi family's new second-in-command—sent me a text: [Sorry, Chloe. I lost a card game, and you were my chip. You're his problem now.] Before I could even breathe, I got tagged in the family's encrypted dark-web channel. The top thread was blowing up: [The Mafia Boss Just Won a Fat Pig for a Girlfriend!] Pinned right at the top was an old photo of me from a few years ago. Back when I was 180 pounds. The comment section was ruthless: [If the Boss knew what he actually won, he'd regret making that bet.]

‘Em, Séraphine, isn't it strange that this pup isn't scared of us? ‘Yeah. I thought so too, Sarah. That's strange’. I replied to her through mind link, but chuckled softly. What could possibly be strange, when my own life was stranger and weirder? ‘What’s funny?’. Sarah asked me. “Nothing. I just feel lucky that this little cutie here likes me”. I said, and lifted the wolf pup from the water. “Ah. A female”. I said. “Hmm. What should I name you?”. ‘How about Lupa?’. Sarah suggested.

Bozo nodded to the commander, just as his squire handed him his helmet. “A question sir,” Chimba stammered, “I just want to know why? There are still kingdoms out there, waiting to bow down to your sovereignty. Why choose this cursed village? Why walk us into a diseased land? And all for what, for the Hawk? Another one of your subjects?” Bozo smiled and wore the helmet. It was made of silver but had been shaped like the face of a bull. Chimba’s sudden curiosity was beginning to get on his nerves, but he tried to swallow the man’s ignorance. He would reserve Chimba’s punishment for later.

The adorable little dog, the Yorkshire Terrier, Jojo might not have been human, but he was a big my character and I can't forget him in this. Jojo was Alex's best friend and companion, he loves Alex and he loves food, we can never tell which he loves the more. Although he doesn't show Alex how much he cares whenever his around, but even Amanda can't help but call them cute whenever Alex returns from work and Jojo is all around him.

He was only wearing a boxer short. I swallowed my own saliva because of what I saw that moment. His boxer short was fitted so his pet is very scratched. Yes, it is VERY BIG. It was not hardened that time but it is already big so what if it's alive then? Damn it Cassandra! You are so obscene. "A-are you done?" I asked, still stuttering. "Yes," I felt goosebumps after hearing his voice. He is not only handsome rather his voice is. What is happening to me?

he shrugged nonchalantly. "Was that an apology?" Ashley leaned over to ask Suzanne in a whisper. Suzanne gave her a low chuckle as she shrugged. "I suppose," she muttered. Andrew cleared his throat. "Alright, down to business," he started. They all looked at him. "This is our first mission as E-rank, and no matter how lowly it seems, we must not take it for granted. The documents you're all holding states that Patches is a Golden Retriever, brown coated, with a pink bow and a similar color of collar," Andrew said as he switched on his laptop. He got pictures of how Patches looked like from the various pictures Mrs Paulina had posted online.