Firefly Funhouse Novels & Stories

One uncle from the colony sent over a handcrafted rocking chair from his carpentry workshop in Massachusetts, complete with a tiny side table that locked into the frame for midnight feeding bottles. Aaliyah and Priyanka helped string up fairy lights around the windows, giggling and arguing over which shade of yellow felt more “warm sunshine” and less “fluorescent hospital.” Mehek painted a small mural on one wall—an abstract landscape of rolling hills and stars, with a lioness leading her cub through constellations.

I feel whole again as I let a small flame dance over my fingertips. I can’t resist. I run outside and create the largest fireball I’ve ever made and throw it straight into the stream causing steam to rise from the surface, I’m back baby. I put on a well fitting pale blue dress that looks like it is made of ice, the back is covered. Not because of the cold but because I want Scott to think I'm still weak., I don't need to worry about the cold anymore, not now that my flames are back.

He curled his body around me as I laid in the warmth of his fur before I opened the first chapter of the book. “It all started on a cold winter night…” I read. The young witches had played a trick on me and had me go to the woods for the first time alone when I was fourteen on winter to pick a sun drop flower. It’s the only flower that blooms on winter and it has an incredible kick to potions especially healing potions. It was late and I was lost and not to mention, a group of animal hunters found me walking back home and wanted to play with me so I fled. The blizzard only got worst as I ran for my life not caring if I was still being chased or seeing where I was going.

, She mumble "What did you just say to me?!!", Anthony boomed in fury. How dare she bring his sister into thi She opened her mouth to give him a reply, but she exited her mouth her mouth was not what she was expectin As she opened her to reply him, she felt funny, and suddenly, a surge of fluid emitted from her system like larva leaving a volcano, and she threw up on Anthony. Before long, Anthony was completely drenched in vomit

“you had better not flatter yourself nor get ahead of yourself either. You won’t even be able to control yourself much more control any darn thing. And most especially not him, nobody controls Salvatore.” He didn’t like women with opinions. He liked silence. He liked obedience. He liked brainless porcelain. And Sapphire? Sapphire was fire. Sharp. Reckless. The kind of woman who’d slit your throat mid-kiss. She lowered her eyes. Played with the oversized rock on her finger like she needed something to do with her hands. The ring didn’t suit her. None of this did. She looked like a doll in the wrong box. A queen trapped in a cheap glass castle. And I really wish that she knew it.

"How disgusting. Get rid of them now." In the end, the car pulled into the most expensive neighborhood in the city. The owner of the underground fighting ring where I had spent five years licking shoes bowed in front of Rebecca, smiling. "Don't worry, Miss. Those two old husks have already been thrown into the volcano. Not even ashes are left. I guarantee nothing will be traced back to Mason." I turned and tried to run outside, but Rebecca grabbed me. "They've already been burned to ashes. What else do you want? Are you trying to disgust Mason on purpose?"

“My goodness. The address is Riverside Residences Area 6. It’s no wonder why the man wants to be a sugar baby.” “When can I be rich enough to take such a handsome man as my sugar baby?” “In your dreams.” … The three of them went downstairs. With just one look from Dimas, Rio quickly went over to him. “Mr. Martinez, I just got a call. Firefly escaped from its stable again. Seriously, it’s useless in everything else except running away.” Firefly was a horse that was worth more than one hundred million dollars, and it was the smartest menace in the stable. No one could ever tame it.

"Yes… I'm only yours." Outside, the moonlight bathed everything in a soft, ethereal glow. Inside, only silence lingered. But in that quiet, the memory of that chaotic night from years ago came rushing back. Curled up on the floor, I had been overtaken by the uncontrollable urges of my heat. Right when I was about to lose all hope, Tucker appeared, as though he had descended from the heavens just for me. He rescued me from the dark depths, lifting me into a world filled with possibility.

I was tired. I thought about the fireworks, the sky filled with bursting colors, spelling out: Happy Birthday, Jen. I remembered the shy, delighted look on Jennifer's face as she threw herself into Sebastian's arms, and how their friends cheered them on. It all made me see clearly. It was time to let go. Sebastian didn't come home until dawn, bringing with him the smell of smoke, alcohol, and the unmistakable scent of jasmine—the scent Jennifer always wore. The loud bang of the door woke me up, and I turned over, irritated. "If you're going to party all night, can you at least come back quietly and not disturb my sleep?"