Da Sassy Owl Novels & Stories

I'll take a shower first before I fight Cyril. I also spent half an hour in the bathroom before I finally came out. I wore dark denim jeans and a black sandal. I paired the shirt with a black leather jacket. I look like I'm a sassy ass gay. I'm still so beautiful. I also wear the shoes that Cyril sent me last time. There's that little knife and I don't know how he did that thing. That gay man is very talented when it comes to things like this so I won't wonder why he sends high tech. I picked up the cellphone. It immediately rang and I immediately saw Cyril's name there.

this Dasher girl was sarcastic today. "Well, aren't you always sarcastic?" she intertwined her fingers together. "What do you want, Swamp Goddess?" The lady in front of Vlora Dasher was a gorgeous one...the one who would want to stop you in tracks just to see her thoroughly. She had violet eyes twinkling with unique light on it, her long blonde hair let loose reaching down to her lower back. Dressed up in a high side slit dress and a deep neck, her lips were black. "The same thing all of you want..." she smirked and Vlora understood what she meant.

“Gosh! I don't care about taking care of half a dozen little Angelas as long as their brains are as big as yours.” Dylan hissed. “Half a dozen? What do you think of Angela? A dog?” Anya looked at him. “I have a dog, and Maki only gave birth to two puppies. Angela is different because she’s an alien, and aliens can produce more babies.” He rolled his eyes at her. “I can’t believe you’re talking to Angela that way,” he shook his head, looking disappointed when Anya and I burst out laughing. “Do you think the babies will come out of my mouth?” I joked, making Dylan more pissed at us.

She added, not looking remorseful. "I painted them," Sassy said and Dana blinked thrice. "Sorry, who are you?" She asked. "I am the Luna. Drake's mate. My name is Sassy." Sassy said and Dana sized her up with her eyes. "Mate? Are you sure? How come he never told me about you? Perhaps, you are not that important. Are you sure you are not a maid?" She asked as her face scrunched up with a look of distaste. Sassy just stared at the pieces of torn paintings. She didn't know how she could put them back in place. And why the hell was Dana referring to her as a maid?

"Which is just as well. Humans are dreamsingers, fair-to-middling minds, ambitious, greedy..." "Okay...okay..." Cassandra said. "I will go with you but you need to tell me everything about this world of yours and your mistress and your apocalypse." "Our apocalypse," corrected the owl fiercely. "And one more thing," Cassandra added. "Tell me your name. You haven't told me if you have a name or not. Do you have a name?" "Of course I do!" the owl rolled her enormous eyes. "I was so anxious about all the whole finding-the-one business to introduce myself. Well, my name is Owlyn."

She was in deep thought until she felt hands on her hips. She grabbed the hands and pulled one hand between her legs and the other one to her boob. She then reached behind her and grabbed the ass. She could tell it was Owen from the way his cheeks felt, and he is the only one who would have the courage enough look at her naked let alone touch her in this way. Owen had bronze colored skin, short spiky dark hair with hunter green eyes. He was all muscle and stood about a foot and a half taller than Sally. He was a special witch one that could teleport, but he only learned he had this ability.

It means locking your doors against the inky blackness and praying your number wasn't up. The demons and the witches are said to be dawdling for their prey. Darby was being called by the witch. He reached to the terrace only to see a long table full of strange kind of things placed on it. "What are you doing?" he asked unaware. She didn't say a word but spread her arm in the sky, a big fat owl in black colour flew to sit on her arm. The owl ruffled his feathers and turned his back. His eyes were dark and soulful, not yellow like a serpent. While his face was a soft greyish black the tops of his wings a dark black.

The two fell into silence, drinking juice while staring into space in thought. … It was evening by the time Kaizo left. He had stayed for several hours, catching up with his old friend. Once he was gone, Professor Dewsbury stayed in her office for a little longer. At 8pm, an owl appeared behind her window, tapping it gently with its wings to catch her attention. An owl in itself was uncommon, but this one was even more so. It had pieces of flesh missing on some parts of its body, and one of its wings was entirely made up of bones.