Disney Pinocchio Coachman Novels & Stories

"No alpha king. Please forgive my actions, I will do as you said immediately" The coach man said. Now the fear in him doubled more than the previous way he was fearing the witch. Aiden threw him on the ground, making the coach man hit his ass on the ground. "I thought as much. Moreover if the witch wakes up on your way to delivering her to Maltimus, tell her, Asporin Cal Ame witch" Aiden said, watching as the coach man looked at him with a look of confusion adorning his ridiculous face. "Do you know what that means"

The coachman was greatly surprised by the sudden movement of his passenger as he watched him sprint. The coachman scratched his head as watch his customer who ran much faster than the horse. He doesn’t understand why the young man even hired him but didn’t think too much as long as he was paid. Without any hesitation, the coachman turned his horse and carriage back to the village. He felt like if he stayed there a little longer he would roll in bad luck. The youngman, who’s dressed in a white linen shirt ran towards Elena’s direction, trying to catch up to her, voice lace with desperation. His pale orange hair was swept away backward and his olive green eyes looked sharp.

**TRISTAN** My phone buzzed. One new message. *"You're sick… Use that money to get your head checked."* And right below it: *"This person is not contactable."* I pinched the bridge of my nose, holding back a chuckle as the coach stood in front of me. There was something about the brown-haired rascal that amused me—something I hadn’t quite figured out yet. Maybe it was the way he overflowed with emotion. *"You hate emotions."*

As I get closer and closer, I see a man sitting in the shade of a nearby tree, and I guess he is the coachman. He sees me approaching him and gets up from his seat. "Good morning," I say to him. "Are you the coachman who will take the runners-up young men who will work in the castle on the day of the ball?" "Yes, it's me. Who are you?" "I am one of these young men. The man from the castle sent me to find you and wait for the others to come and also to inform you on his behalf that he will not be late." "Okay. Let's wait then."

We moved to the stage, waving our pom-pom and the students cheered us on. Subconsciously, my eyes was fixed on the front roll where the ice hockey team are seated but Lucas was no where to be found. I wonder why though. He is supposed to be here since he is the captain, and his uncle is also the new coach. I scolded myself…. Why do I still care? “Ladies and gentlemen,” a moderator says, his voice booming through the microphone. “Give it up to the Coach. Grand. Prince. Damon. Blackwood.“

No one could tell if he was happy, sad, or angry because his face always maintained the same expression in every situation. He opened the door, and in front of him was the effeminate butler, Mang Kiko. He had been with them for so long. Since Aslan arrived at the estate, after being transferred from another province, Mang Kiko had been their butler. He was still young back then. He wasn’t the typical effeminate man. It was said that he had been hurt before and never loved again. The children he cared for were the children of his siblings who were farmers on the estate.

She stopped at a tall coachman in his full blue uniform who seemed within the age of late 50s. "Can you take me to Logan Circle?" she asked him. "Where in Logan Circle?" the man asked. Paris froze, she wasn't quite sure where. The man saw the clueless expression on her face. "Danny," the man called another coachman. "Danny is from Logan Circle, he knows most people there, he might be able to take you where you needed to go," said the kind Coachman. Paris thanked him. A young coachman who seemed the same age as Paris walked over to them.

He promised me that, so he's feeling bad about it. We couldn't make it because of a variety of issues, including the coachman's unsettled stomach. We need to put the carriage on hold for a time. That's why we're camped out in the woods right now. We're still a long way from the next village. Hendrick and the coachman assist in starting a fire. Fernando is the name of the coach. He had been a coachman for many years, and his clientele mainly was nobility. He is kind and personable.

sigaw nito and sisipain at tatapakan nya sana ang kamay ng ginang. Before he could do that, he was stop by tight grip. He glared at the young man who’s holding the child, his shirt was ripped and was used as a bandage to the head to stop the bleeding. “You!” the coachman face was painted in red with so much anger. Before he could slap the young man, footstep was coming in. A man dress in nobility appeared in the scene. “Aren’t you done with this yet?” The coachman turned pale, “Young Master! Pasensya na po. I will get rid of them.”

They let people with money and power control them. The continuous movement from my peripheral vision caught my attention. I turned to see the coach doing a gesture with his hands on his mouth, acting like it's a zipper and he's zipping it. He stood up from his seat and walked towards me. He might be old, but at a whopping 6.4, I am taller and more built than he is, so standing in front now made him look like a dwarf. His eyes narrowed at me. “And what would you know about my family and me to come to such a conclusion?”