Eric's Dog Little Mermaid Novels & Stories

Sarah POV We were excited and trying to hide it. We weren’t being very effective. Last night, I had read yet again from The Little Mermaid. “She was a strange child, quiet and thoughtful. While her sisters showed delight at the wonderful things which they obtained from the wrecks of vessels, she cared only for her pretty flowers, red like the sun, and a beautiful marble statue. It was the representation of a handsome boy, carved out of pure white stone, which had fallen to the bottom of the sea from a wreck.”

And slowly the little boy went deeper into the sea. "Hey! Who is alive?!" Eretia demanded loudly but he was already gone. "Adella!" Someone screamed. Eretia looked back and she was transported under to sea. She saw a little merman crying with his palms on his face and she swims towards him. "Hey what's wrong?" She questioned. The little merman didn't respond. "Can you hear me?" She whispered. The little merman looked at her. “Save me." He sobbed.

Their reaction is serious for those who seem to agree with what Ely said. "You're kidding me, right? Okay, I get it that mermaids do exist. Natalia is, and I accept that because I love her so much. That's why I'm willing to fight for her no matter what, but give me a good fight, princess. Don’t makeup stories. Talking sea creatures? I bet the crabby that you're talking about is a crab. Eff! Talking crab? What the hell? And Goldy? A fish, perhaps? Wow, can that be my pet? I love fish. What about Polo? What the fuck? Is that a starfish, perhaps? What else can they do, huh? Back tumbling and flipping in the air?" I know I'm out of line, but what the hell, what can I do? I can't imagine those ta

Morris attempted to throw a crumpled cupcake paper cup from the ones we ate earlier, but it only got blown by the wind. "Another insult!" She yelled. "Sierpenti lives in the ocean. Like I said, he has a tail, fins, and gills that make him move faster than any other being in the water. Well, after all, he is a God." "So . . . He's a mermaid?" "What on Luminozenko is a mermaid?" We stared at one another for a good couple of minutes until she tried to throw another paper cupcake at me. Poor cupcake paper.

Portia cried again. "Marianne, bring me a rope," Eric told me. He guided me where to find it, and soon I returned holding it. With trembling hands and my heart pounding in my chest, I unwrapped it and gave it to him. Meanwhile, Portia, with spasmodic movements into Eric's hands, was trying to escape as she was screaming:

Adelaide watched as the hairs on her arms lifted, her wolf pushing to the surface as a layer of protection. “No,” She told her in a small voice. The young wolf stopped briefly after her words in front of a door and turned the knob, letting the door swing open wide into the room. She gestured for Adelaide to walk inside as she stayed rooted by the door. Adelaide walked inside, sparing a glance at the clothing that rested on the bed and turned to face the female with a grim expression. “I suggest that you do,” She spoke hauntingly before closing the door in her face.

Eric looked worried, his brows were furrowed deeply as we continued with the patrol. As usual, we found no rouges by the boarder of the pack, but that didn't stop the uneasy feeling in my heart. Eric and I returned back to the pack house, and as soon as I stepped in, Lisa enveloped me with her rich scent. She tightened her grips around my waist, pulling away to stare at me, “What took you so long?” she asked, pouting her lips, “I made preparations for us to have a swim, but it's almost midnight now.”

Erica "Hi there. You looking for something specific?" A short girl with a bobbed haircut bounced up beside me, a huge smile on her face. I pointed to the puppies in the glass case in front of me. "Can I see the little brown one?" "You bet. He's a mix between a Schnauzer and a Yorkshire Terrier. Super playful and loves to chew on things." She laughed and left me standing there as she went behind a closed door.

There was no way he’d lie about anything to them. I’m cooked. Eric comes out in a black button shirt, a blue jean and a pair of black sneakers. And a cap on his head. I frowned at him, twisting my face in a displeased manner. He laughs. Then moved to me and kisses the crown of my head. “You’d be fine little dove. Let’s go now. Up you go.” He offers me a hand. I hesitate but eventually gives him my hand. He pulls me up to my feet. “Good girl.” He teased. “Now shall we?”

“One cannot help a stray dog win a pageant. One can only hope the dog doesn’t bite the judges before the coronation. Tell me, dear, do you even speak the High Tongue, or do you simply growl and cast little spells when you find yourself frustrated by your own inadequacy?” My pulse hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumming that demanded release. And soon. “I speak well enough to know when I’m being insulted by someone who mistakes a shiny title for a soul.” Eric’s lips curled into a mirthless smile. He moved behind me, flanking me like a vulture circling fresh carrion.