Dolphin Tales Novels & Stories

"Daddy, are you like a dolphin?" He laughed a little bit, even though he was still crying. "What do you mean?" "In my stories, sometimes the mama dolphins have to swim away to keep their babies safe, even though they don't want to. And the baby dolphins don't understand why, but the mama dolphins do it because love means keeping your family safe even when it hurts." Daddy stared at me with big, surprised eyes. "You're very smart, Emma. Yes, sometimes grown-ups have to be like dolphins."

“It’s the animal show! For dolphins! We can’t leave without seeing them.” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Bella—” “No buts,” she cut in, grabbing Iris’s hand and mine as though she was handling two chaotic toddlers. “You’re both coming. The dolphin magic awaits.” Iris squealed. “Dolphins! Can I pet them? Can I ride them?” “ No, I don’t think petting dolphins is allowed. And no, you can't ride them either.” I said. Contrary to what I had expected, the show was spectacular. The dolphins leapt in synchronized arcs, and Iris clapped so hard her palms got red. Bella was more interested in posing for selfies than actually watching.

It really is quite extraordinary. Smiling at her, I begin my own masterpiece. As her shark gets closer to me, a school of dolphins comes swimming up to protect me. They constantly hit the shark in its gills while darting away from his teeth before getting attacked. There are at least eight dolphins that I have created and not a single one of them looks like any of the others. They all have their own unique features so that we can tell them apart.

But that day was the best day for us to shift’ her words caught me off guard. ‘No, please, don’t apologize. I should have trusted you. However, what do you mean by that day was the best day? You knew something would happen?’ She shook her head. ‘It’s not what you thinking’ I pouted in confusion and sat down at the edge of my bed, Noah specially notified me that he would come to take me so I should wait and well since I had agreed to him already, I was now waiting for him. ‘Then?’ I was curious, since I have learnt that Irene is a white wolf, I am planning to learn more about white wolf so that I can be of great help to Irene.

The scent of my favorite Caswell-Massey toiletry filled the air as I laced their oatmeal shower gel on my skin, creating a calm experience and melting away the stresses of the day. With each drop of water, I felt reborn, ready to have a fun-filled Saturday with my loved ones. As I was done with bath time, I stared at the new fluffy purple towels that Elena introduced. I quickly wrapped myself in their softness and stepped out of the bathroom. I rubbed the famous Dove lotion for men on my skin, and my hands rallied through my closet trying to pick the best outfit for the day, and in no time I was dressed and ready for breakfast. In the process of walking downstairs, I couldn't help but notice

8:00 pm Retro club. "I thought it was a formal dinner date," Vanessa frowned. "Uh-huh it is." "But this is a club," she retorted. Checking herself out in her mini handy mirror, Megan nodded her head. "This club also has pirate rooms, Bryan has already booked one for us. We are gonna drink, dance and have dinner later." Vanessa sighed and nodded her head, "Alright but—” Stopping midway, she frowned when Megan suddenly grabbed her left hand and took off her ring. “What are you doing?”

The others were already waiting in the playroom, as if they’d known exactly when I would finally crack. The lights were low and red, the air thick with leather and anticipation. Every toy I’d glimpsed in stolen moments was laid out in neat rows: ropes, whips, clamps, plugs in ascending sizes, needles in sterile packs, violet wand crackling softly on a side table. Cameras on tripods blinked red in every corner. Julian smiled when he saw me trembling in Damien’s arms. “Time to stop pretending, sweetheart. Forty-eight hours. No safe word unless you want the story and your freedom back. Otherwise, you’re ours completely.”

Scratch that, almost half of them rush out of the room with stares and whispers when they realized who he was. "Turtles! From Nemo and-and Moana..." Madeline whispered as she leaned against the glass, nose bumping into it. She wanted to dip her hand to the water, but she wasn't tall enough. "No using of plastic straws, only metal straws~" a singsong like chant came from her, like a mantra she memorizes. She proceeded to walk to the other tanks, talking about Gill and Marlin and Dory, characters from shows Dario wasn't familiar with.

Until a memory entered my mind. They drifted a newborn baby to The Lake of the Mermaids Tears along with violet flowers. These flowers are like the universe and stars in the night sky. The creatures that surround the baby as it is drifting are bent over and seem to be grieving. They are also holding candles that they slowly place in the lake to drift with a baby. I was shocked to hear Azure call my name. "Yūgen this isn't the time to sleep. We need to run away!" He shouted at me as he shot at the mermaids approaching us.

They were back at school, and she had her signed approval to go for the club trip. It was going to span over 5 days and that's because they were going to a neighbouring country and it would take almost 2 days just to get there, even by teleportation gates. Everything was going fine, Fiona was always with Kion, the 2nd Prince was always scowling whenever he saw her, Carcel was behaving like a lost puppy and Damien was avoiding her, most likely out of embarrassment at his bold move during the break.