Dobby Funny Novels & Stories

“…I like Bugs Bunny.” He honest to gods squealed at that, grinning from ear to ear, all traces of his emotional outburst nowhere to be seen as he swayed from side to side like he just couldn't keep all the energy contained in him, “Oh sweet Artemis, my mate is so cute, you're so fucking precious!” ‘A puppy,’ Thanatos murmured, sounding thoughtful at Proserpina’s words, ‘yes, I can see what you mean.’ “And you're ridiculous.”

she asked in a dramatic computerized tone that made him chuckle, shooking his head at her. "Mum! You sound so ridiculous besides, there are tons of nice descriptions you could use anyway." She rolled her eyes, smirking. "don't blame me...I didn't even know you guys were gonna be so close that fast besides, she actually maybe a nice person seeing your balls weren't chopped off yet." she finished off, patting his hair like a puppy. "you're lucky." Toby gaped at her momentarily stunned and then he busted out into a deep boisterous laughter that his whole body revibrated the sounds of his laughter, she still surprised him with her sense of humor.

"...lan? Dylan... DYLAN!" Dorry's lowered scream finally got to him and his tired eyes creaked to the side to see her with a widened gaze. "Dude are you trying to kill us all?" "Huh?" "You mixed in the wrong chemical and didn't realize it's been foaming up? What's got you so distracted?" Dylan blinked down to his side of the table and his eyes widened in shock, Dorry seemed to have cooled off the built up foam that now sizzled out but if it had gone on any longer things might've ended real bad.

I hadn’t even gotten the door open all the way when I detected the aroma of enchiladas and Spanish rice wafting in the air. “France is here!” Brody shot up from where she was sprawled out on the couch and threw a slightly muscular arm around my shoulders loosely. She looked like she’d just gotten back from the gym sporting a baggy red tank top and skin tight black leggings. “Ready for the mother-load of all parties tonight? I brought “Joking Hazzard.” One of our favorite games. Fuck yes! Now all I needed was a nice, strong gin and tonic. “You have no idea dude. What are we drinking tonight?” I ducked out from under her and strode to my bedroom for a change of clothing.

I let my eyes widen in a display of total, harmless innocence. "Oh, he is around here somewhere," I said, pitching my voice slightly higher. I added a soft, breathy giggle that made my own stomach turn in disgust. "He got distracted by all the boring business talk over by the tables. I just wanted a drink. My feet are absolutely killing me in these heels."

He meets my gaze and offers a small smile. “Eight.” “Eight?” I echo. “One or two might be temporary.” Quinn’s fiancé, Archer, raises an eyebrow. “Only one or two?” Quinn smiles guiltily. “They’re all so cute.” “I want a cat!” Jackson says, face lighting up. He eats his mashed potatoes and bounces in his seat. “Daddy, can we take Dobby home?” “We’ll see,” Wes tells him, and I know it’s a firm no from him.

She’s as honest as she is sweet and generous, and it made the nickname stick with Ryan as well as me. The fact that she hasn’t been opposed to it, says enough in itself. What other front page beauty like her would ever accept being called a middle-aged man? My brain is short wiring. The channels and gears flipping and flopping all over the surface as well as beneath it. Days like these. Moments like these. I feel very much like the experimental bat from Ferngully. Obsessed as Nicky and I were with Scooby-Doo, we still had a mountain of other old VHS tapes. Most of them animated. The only time I know he’s guaranteed not to meddle is when we are having a movie marathon over the phone.

Bobby took a sip from the beer shaking his head. "Oh, did he?" Daisy came out with the rolling pin in her hand and Bobby was stunned. "Seriously, mom?" he jumped behind the couch. "Kitty, help me," he begged. Scarlett found everything as a joke and she laughed holding her stomach. "Aww... Just like before... Here, Daisy.. let me help..." she stood up and helped Daisy reach Bobby. But Bobby ran up the stairs and Daisy, with the rolling pin, ran behind him. Even Jacques found the sight of a seven-foot muscular man running fearing for a five-foot woman holding a rolling pin.

The door clicked shut, cutting off the sounds in the outside world. I stared at my bruised face, along with the cuts and scrapes on my body, in the mirror. Wiping the blood off my lips, I dabbed alcohol on my open wounds. That night, Dobie went mad again when I was feeding it. Dobie jumped on me while Tammy stared at me with the vilest look. She only spoke up when Dylan showed up. “Sarah! What is wrong with you? Did you give Dobie something weird again?” “By the time Dylan had his men pry Dobie off me, my skin was torn open in multiple places.

I hop down as he makes eye contact with me. “One of my favorite things is seeing how many times I can dislocate different limbs, pop them back into place and then do it again. If you have a high tolerance for pain, we’ll be good friends,” I say, licking my lips. Mick stirs, but keeps his calm in the presence of our Alpha. “Of course my kid is a sick fuck,” Dozer laughs, throwing his arm around me.