Cute Imp Novels & Stories

I whispered to him giving it the least amount of intimidation in my voice as possible. He looked like a regular corgi, with the orangey-red and white coat, ears sticking up, kind of fat body. But, the unique thing about him was the fact that he had a scar on his left eye. And, coincidentally, Monty had one on his right. The corgi was still ADORABLE, like SO ADORABLE. Obviously not as adorable as Monty, but qualified as a runner up. I could tell he was a bit scared because he was seeing people he didn't know at all. Monty hesitantly went a little closer and rubbed himself against the pup. Whatever Monty did made the corgi feel at ease a little, which was relieving.

I needed answers. I guess my interruption was very rude because Cindy held a glass of fruit punch over my head and emptied the entire contents on me. Punch soaked through my white dress quickly, staining it and causing my underwear to become visible. Everyone laughed. Everyone. I was so humiliated. I ran out of the dance as fast as my legs could go. I ran and cried all the way back home like the 'last little piggy'. You, know "This little piggy cried wee wee wee, all the way home."

With the other hand, I pinch its tiny shirt and lift it at eye level. It was yelling and screaming like mad, swinging tiny fists at me. "Let me go, you human!" the Imp squirmed. I study the little thing—my first to see an Imp up close. It has the size of a toddler, stubby in length, with whole almond black eyes with no iris or pupil. The Imp has red skin, two little horns sticking out from the top of his hairless head. He resembles the cartoon character where your subconscious sits on one shoulder while an angel occupies the other.