Edgar Fluffy Novels & Stories

He listened contentedly, one hand on my leg as he watched me move my lips. Fluffy nuzzled my leg; now that I had been with him several days, his face was less scary than when I first met him. His little mushroom type of nose was dark, damp, and warm. He laid his head right in my lap, and I petted the unruly hair between his eyes. “What is this animal?” I wondered aloud. There are so many animals here that I do not know what they are. Fluffy looks like a cross between a cat and a dog from where I am from. One animal is independent, and the other is bent on pleasing you, making you the center of its world. “So what is it? What kind of animal is this? Cat?” Creed shook his head, his hand messin

Edgar had lost the ability to come up with a better word to describe Zephyr’s ability. Half a day passed by slowly and all this while, Edgar stood by Zephyr’s side with a reverent expression towards him. Anyone who saw him like this would be instantly dumbstruck for how could the person-in-charge of the Medicinal Hall act like the subordinate of someone who was younger than him? Things could not be any stranger than that. However, Edgar did not mind the situation and was in fact very excited as he kept on muttering to himself, “Jackpot! I’ve hit the jackpot!”