Fawn Tinkerbell Novels & Stories

Chapter 50 Subtitle: drowning in sorrows. A fairy wand? That was when it hit Alice that she was a fairy without a magical wand! Well she wasn't any regular fairy was she? "I dont have one, i'm pretty exhausted, I can only make the bleeding stop and use my powers to patch up his wounds, I can also reduce the pains and mend his broken bones, but we will need some herbs to make the pain go away and heal him completely, we could wait till we retrieve the sword and then go back home to treat him but he may not be able to travel with us and leaving him behind is like leaving him to his death, the hungry beasts would be so happy to feast on him."

???'s POV Hazel grew up watching fairytales on Disney. She puckered her lips and kissed the Frog Prince with Tiana, just like Belle, she fell in love with the Beast. She and Gabrielle danced with Pocahontas in the wind, and she can't forget when she fought a war with Mulan. Fairytales had always been her thing. So her imagination conjured up what she thought the Fae World would look like; gold, silver, and shimmer everywhere. She even pictured pink talking clouds that tasted like cotton candy. But to her dismay, she wasn't prepared for the truth.

“Jess, you know I love you so much, but not that kinda love. You’ll get disappointed in me shortly as I couldn’t give you what you want, and I don’t want that. Let’s just keep being besties?” She smirks. “Works for me. But answer Princess’ G question, Tinkerbell. I also have the same question.” “Me too,” Caddie added. “And this Amber Musk is so nice. You know I don’t like those flowery or fruity smells, thank you so soo much for remembering it.” “The theater guy brought me a hell lot of BodyBabes’ products in a huge hamper last night. Almost all of their product series, and I couldn’t possibly use them all, of course, then he said I can do anything with it, giving to my friends and all.”

’ She barked, getting antsy about me being under her legs. ‘What? No. He needs a good female to breed with. Yours looked nicer than the ones he picked. I want to see if they like each other.’ I explained. ‘Hurry… follow me.’ I encouraged her, hoping to get her to chase me as I dodged her human’s hand. ‘Oh! Okay! I’m Tinkerbell, by the way. Sorry I didn’t say that sooner. I get spooked easily.’ She agreed, dragging her human as she chased after me.

He unlocked the door and sauntered out of the room, leaving her to soothe her nerves after he had provoked her. Gwendolyn ran her fingers through her hair, whimpering with frustration. Apart from she was making everything hard for herself, Zayn was making everything hard for her to handle. She was lost in contemplation when her phone vibrated. That jolted her back to face reality. She walked to the bed, picked up the phone, and stared at the unknown caller ID. She picked up the call with reluctance and then moved the phone to her ear. “Hello,” “Hi, Tinkerbell. Guess what? I'm back home.” That voice belonged to someone she could never forget.

@Mythical Dragon is so worrying. Mythical Dragon: @900-year-old Goblin take care of the others for me. We’ll be back. Little Mermaid’s Cousin: @Fae Tinkerbell I’m sorry we can’t be of any help. I couldn’t come to the surface at the moment. Howl Howl: @Fae Tinkerbell @Mythical Dragon take care of yourselves. Divine Beast: @Howl Howl you sound like they wouldn’t come back. From the Ashes: @Fae Tinkerbell @Mythical Dragon we are only one call away.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were still with the tutor." She turned slightly toward me, casually leaning against the wall. Fawn wore a blue dress speckled with tiny floral prints, her hair parted into two ponytails draped over her shoulders. The strong line of her brows and her long hair were unmistakably her father’s, but the softness in her features could only have come from her mother. Tia must have been a beautiful woman. "I just finished my lessons," Fawn replied casually. Her nose wrinkled as she sniffed the air, a look of mild disgust spreading across her face. "You're spraying perfume, so I guess you're going out with River."

April 8th, 2000, On a beautiful Saturday afternoon in April, the sun was beaming in London while five-year-old Mira Evans—dressed in her Tinkerbell costume—rode her pink and blue Tinkerbell bicycle, decked out with pretty flowers and pink tassels, up and down her street. Her long, mousy brown hair pulled up into pigtails, swinging as she rode along her road, humming to herself.

There were also fireflies dancing around the echoes of the chants of the witches, but my eyes can’t escape the view of the flying little fairies over the field of pink daisies. Lana caught me staring at them. “Are they….fairies?” I gulped, stammering in the process. They look so beautiful. “Yes, haven’t you seen one before?” She was asking as if I had grown three heads. I shook my head, realizing I was ogling at them. “No, we don’t have them in the human world…” One of the fairies flew toward me and I was immediately reminded of tinker bell. She had long blue hair cascading down her feet and bright purple eyes with a pointed nose and fair skin. She was wearing a sage green dress that suits h