Flik Ant Novels & Stories

My lip disappears behind my teeth as I imagine Trevor shirtless, his morning beard covering his chin, and his hair all messed from sleeping. “If you change your mind,” Kimbra says with a grin, obviously misconstruing my concentration. I lift my hand to wave her train of thought away. It may be hard to believe that the vibrator in question came from Kimbra’s grandmother. But it did. Yes, you read that right. She’s somewhere between seventy and one hundred years old, and as Kimbra says, her filter is broken and the warranty is expired. That means that you never know exactly what will come out of her mouth.

Weylin led them back to the Great Circle where the festival was just getting started. Deep brass drums thumped, vibrating the cavern walls and Alex's ears. Trumpet-like instruments blared a deep, fast tune encouraging people to dance. Antarians wearing bright yellow, red, and blue colors skipped around weaving long colored ribbons through the air as people filed into the cavern and took their seats around the stadium.

Edward follows the female who he totally had no clue of her name and all he knew is that they were to get Fleki and Acwulfs life depended on his unbelievable magic to save life. "Helloooooo, anybody home.. helloooooo is anybody here.. Flekiii.. !!" They both shout as they look around and even try peeping through the windows of the wooden house. No one really had gotten a chance to enter Fleki's house except for those who had been brought to him earlier for healing purposes only. He was one antisocial wolf and a popular loner who liked to live his own life and more of an introvert who did not like to bother anyone's life. Nobody knew how he ate since he always went hunting on his own and ate

"And last night might have been a spur of the moment thing. I looked straight at him this morning, and he pretended nothing happened." "That douchebag. Even Ken wouldn't do that. It would be better if you liked him, probably." Yeah, probably. Ken might be a player, but he was so kind, and I couldn't imagine him pretending away a kiss. I sighed. "Raf, do you know Flicka?" "Flicka, as in Flicka Glilies? Sort of. I know of her, but I don't know-know her. She's the only daughter of the family and she only makes friends with her 'caliber' if you know what I mean. Why?"

“Wait, Vitania? So you are...” Without further ado, Floria immediately pulled out an object from her right hip and showed it to Alisa's two friends. “That’s right. I am the Vitanian magical girl. I am also a former member of the Vitanian Frontline Witches Brigade,” Flo said while showing an object resembling a keychain in the form of a light blue triangle with three white stars on each corner. This made Frenska and Linne even more flabbergasted. "But I've been banished from that rebel organization. So I'm no longer a member of the Witches Brigade," she continued, clenching her fist that was holding the object.

They seemed nice and I wanted to say hi but things never go in my way ever since I set my foot on this ground. For your curiosity, I'm a girl of 16 years who had to come to a so-called youth camp named 'ATLANTIS'.My parents wanted to send me here for a reason the only god knows. After doing all those strikings and arguments I finally end up sitting in this fancy hall filled with a bunch of unknown, weird teenagers.

LENA: As long as we’re clear ;) LENA: Li You seeing this? Me: Mmh. Aarish: What do you think? Lisa: Everybody is gonna do the pyramid. Aarish: My point exactly. LENA: What about the tall thing in Paris? Harvey: The Eiffel Tower? LENA: Same thing. Aarish: How are we gonna build a tower out of clay? LENA: You guys figure it out; I’m the brains of the group, I only do the thinking part.

I asked, unsure of my own words. “How about a month?” my aunt rephrased, “really get to know them, get all the juicy details. Flair Mag is offering you a top entertainment position if you manage to get it done. I know you dream of working for them and this is the fastest ticket there,” Aunt Molly explained. I looked down yet again at the sheet knowing very well Aunt Molly was right. I had been dreaming to work there as an Entertainment journalist for years, and that would be made possible if I completed the task. My career would officially take off but- there was always a -but.