Disney Pinocchio Coachman Novels & Stories

It feels… right. A man approaches us before we get too far. “You must be Laurentis,” he says, extending his hand. I take it. “Yes.” “I am Coach Picasso,” he says. “We have been expecting you.” I nod. “Sorry I am late.” “You are right on time,” he replies. “Come, I will introduce you to the team.” Shantel follows closely behind me as we head toward the rink. The players are already on the ice, moving fast, practicing drills. The cold air brushes against my face, and I feel something settle in my chest.

“Coach, chalk up ten pushups for Michaels for being a gentleman.” Coach wasn’t in the room, but apparently, my team thought preemptive penalties were funny. I finished lacing, stood, and rolled my shoulders. “Alright, Disney princes,” I said, grabbing my stick. “Let’s skate.”

sounded a little too close to “boy toy.” A kept man. She glanced at him again. The coach looked young, maybe around thirty like Zion said. He was tall and broad, his face hidden behind a cap and mask, giving off a keep-your-distance vibe that only made him feel more mysterious. There was no way she could call him that to his face with a straight face. It would be like calling a wolf a lapdog. The coach left with his jacket. By the time Winter showered and came back out, he was already gone.

Behind Douglas, an attendant wearing a black suit, shoulder-length hair asked his master: "Do you want to investigate what just happened?" "Find out what that birthmark is like." "Yes." The entourage quickly left in the quiet of the night, leaving only one man standing there, his eyes full of thought, looking at the scene of the scuffle just now.

he questioned. "Yes." The coachman trembled in fear. "Even Shaquille has to obey him." Matteo closed his eyes. The coachman had followed him for many years and could be considered his confidant. He never expected the coachman to betray him so quickly, and this upset him greatly. "Don't listen to his nonsense!" Matteo thundered. "I'm not talking nonsense!" The coachman courageously continued when he saw that Matteo was under Adrian’s control, “Shaquille even called you ‘sir!’”

Startled at his hasty appearance, his coachman leapt to his feet. "Sir-" "Follow that carriage. Quick!!!" "Yes, Sir!" To be continued Update will be available every Friday night

The coach drove for a couple more minutes, before it finally came to a stop. "We are here." Uncle Justin nodded with a small smile, and I returned with a wider smile of my own. The door of the coach was pulled open by the coachman, and we both hopped down. I looked back to the the second coach that had carried my guards as they alighted.

The coachman’s lips moved soundlessly, his face a mask of terror. I chuckled, a low, humorless sound.

"My biggest weakness." They watched the ornate carriage approach. It was black and lacquered to a high shine with gold filigree painted over every available surface. The four golden palamino horses stopped before them, tossing their silver manes and pawing the earth. The coachman, dressed in regal blue and silver, pulled a leve that set the brake on the front wheels as the footman jumped from the seat and opened the carriage door. The man who stepped out was known by both of them.

CHAPTER 150 ~3RD PERSON’S POV~ “Can’t this carriage go any faster? I have somewhere to be right now.” The man inside the coach yelled. He wore a white robe, the uniform of the council members, had long blond hair, and looked to be in his forties. The coach he was with suddenly hit a large bump and stopped moving. He clenched his teeth in annoyance and pushed the door of the carriage open.