Female Fnaf Characters Novels & Stories

, I said and paused again. I was trying to study them properly and pick out anyone I do not find worthy to partake in the war, I didn't want anyone to mess things up for me. I looked all over the girls and they were good to go, they all had this fierce look on their faces and they were all ready to fight and win, but not to fight to the death. I tried to concentrate on their heartbeats, it was all stable and I was okay with my female warriors. I sighed deeply.

Sometimes it proved difficult. I had finally laid eyes on the other two women from the harem. Farren was a petite woman with platinum blonde hair and fairy-like features. Her face was soft and almost rounded. With a small nose and beautiful lips. Another creature entirely. She was what fantasy stories spoke about when they mentioned pixies. Even her laugh was tinkling and angelique.

Sexy? I wasn't sure, but the numbers some creators pulled in made my eyes widen. If I could just push through the shame, maybe I could save her. My name's Jenna, 24, with curves that always turned heads but never paid the bills. Long auburn hair, full breasts that strained against any top, and hips that swayed without trying. I set up the account that afternoon, username 'Jenna Lusts', profile pic a teasing shot of me in lingerie. 'Helping a girl out...join the fun and make a difference,' I captioned it vaguely. No one needed to know about Mom. Not yet.

This is the opportunity to feel the softness of my boobs. “Nah, it is fine. I am healed now, and I am also sorry that I cannot hug you. I am sweaty from all the workouts, and you might not appreciate the hug.” “Ohh, that is fine. I am new here; my name is Liv.” I held on to the equipment by my side and arched my hips so they would be properly defined to the side. “Nice name, Liv. My name is Tyler.” “Tyler… a very handsome name for a handsome guy.”

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

One of the taller girls shrieked. "As if! You girls are weirdos," the red-head replied and almost dragged the remaining guys up the stairs towards their bed. "Huh, I bet they won't be saying that when they come of age and they're desperate to win their mates! Then we're gonna see who are the weirdos!" The girl grumbled. Then she smiled to all thirteen of us. "Hello, everyone! My name is Felicia Filicitus Faulkner! I'm 14, and I'm from the Southwoods, and most probably am going to be the next Luna." She laughed, totally not noticing that none of us couldn't care less if she's hubaloo, a bear, or a dinosaur.

Fern, one of the models walked up chat with Dana. “Hi, I am Fern. I work with Lara.” She smiled sweetly, but Dana felt uncomfortable. She trusted her instincts but that was no reason to be rude. So, she smiled and introduced herself- “Hi, I am Dana. This is my niece and sister, Jas and Kim.” “Hello. How are feeling? Excited??” She asked the girls in a friendly tone. “Yeah” They replied in unison. “What about you?” Fern smiled as asked Dana.

″I'm surviving with these idiots,″ he said referring to Anas and Haniya who immediately started making monkey noises. This made both Ahmed and Anna laugh. Anna just loved her friends. They could change her mood at any time. Anas was the total idiot, Ahmed was the cool and collected one while Haniya was a hybrid of the both of them. Anas was like a brother to her, Ahmed, more like a crush and Haniya was the sister that she never had. They talked for about an hour until her friends started yawning. She bid them a good night and went downstairs for dinner.

Marcus asked. "Em, nothing. Just...something this punk told me" she answered and made to sit down. "I'm not a punk" Kane denied with an obvious frown. "What are you then, chap? Lad? Douche bag?" She grinned. "No my dear friend but you are obviously a frog." "Touché" she laughed "then get ready to croak with me tonight my dear friend because obviously, a frog only befriends a frog" she smirked. Kane wanted to counterattack but Grace cut in, "cut it out you two, we know you love each other no need flaunting it every time we are together."

THIS IS AN EXTRA CHAPTER WHERE WE WILL DISCUSS THE CHARACTERS WE HAVE SEEN IN THIS TILL NOW. THIS CHAPTER IS JUST TO CLEAR THE CONCEPTS OF OUR CHARACTERS. SO HERE WE GO, JAMIMA PARKER (Main Female Character) Name: Jamima Surname: Parker Age: 23 Species: Unknown Height : 5'3 Relation status: In relation with Jamima Character: Stubborn, kind, polite, pretty, loyal, childish, sometimes idiotic, naive, strong, ambitious, daring.