Fluff You You Fluffin Fluff Novels & Stories

' I reminded myself. I feel that there’s someone caressing my hair, fondling it gently. “What do you think? There is really something!” a high-pitched voice said. “You’re just over reacting, there isn’t duh!” another voice said. “Are you blind?! Can’t you see those eyes? Those are something oh gosh!” the first voice said. “You’re being stupid Flora. Stop that, will you?!” said the second voice. “Fauna, you’re MEAN!” shouted Flora. I bet she is pouting.

Fluffybutt: Patron saint of the lost hospital fifteen out of five stars. I wasn’t sure if it was because of their hilarious screenname, or the obvious trolling, but my eyes began to find more messages from the user. Something in the last message caused me to take a closer look. Fluffybutt: Doctor Lannister is about to get his golden hand! All the king’s horses are still unaware. Fluffybutt had made a reference to one of my favorite shows and mixed it with an incorrect recitation of a nursery rhyme. It was too strange to be simple trolling. The only reasonable explanation I could come up with was that the messages were a clue. Whether they were meant to bog us down with useless information or

A chuckle left his lips before he says, “I guess I am sharing your affection tonight.” A giggle now slipped from my lips as I took in Fluffy laying on the bed and I quickly grabbed the stuff bunny and held it tight to my chest. “If you didn’t want to share me with Fluffy then you should never have given her back to me.” I said to him with a smirk on my face as I held Fluffy up now between the two of us.

They were so blue, they looked like they might be contact lenses. She came over and ran her fingers over Holly’s hair. “Up-do?” she asked, taking out the rubber band holding Holly’s ponytail. “Yes, please,” she replied. “I just want it to look amazing. You’re the stylist, so I’ll go with your opinion.” Flora grinned. “I’ll make you look like a princess. Do you mind if we listen to some Christmas music instead of the spa stuff?” “Sure. I love Christmas music.” Flora flashed another grin at her before hitting a button on a big silver cart. The tranquil sounds of rain and Himalayan singing bowls disappeared, replaced with the sound of Alvin and the Chipmunks singing about hula-hoops.

"See, I was telling the truth. Instead of idling here, I think we should go down there and see what's beneath," Adrian said. Fluffy nodded. "Okay. I'm a beast familiar, and I can't train independently for the time being. I need to enhance my strength by devouring things with intense aura essence. If there's something good down there, please give me a share, Master. I wish to contribute my strength to you." "I didn't know increasing your power is so troublesome. Well, sure then. If there's something good below, I'll split it with you." Adrian readily agreed to Fluffy's request.

"NEED" "YOU"

I grabbed her hand and we went out of the unit already. Flannel was hopping and jumping on the way down to the building. Maia and I just looked at her in amusement as she started saying all the things that she wanted to do in the mall. I shook my head and just pinched her soft cheek. Flannel’s not that chubby, but she’s also not skinny so her cheeks are that puffy. It felt like a marshmallow. Gosh, my daughter’s really my stress reliever.

Leo slides out of the booth to go get us our ice cream orders when I finally decide to respond to Bentley’s text. Me: Leave me alone, I am out with Georgia, and we are getting ice cream. Fluffy: It is late, come home. Me: No, you are not my daddy, and I am fine. “Shit!” I curse when I hit send. I was going to type dad and not daddy. Fluffy: YES I AM YOUR DADDY AND IF YOU DON’T GET BACK HOME RIGHT NOW, I’M GOING TO PUNISH YOU, BABY GIRL.

The cat let out a tiny, confirming meow, as if to emphasise that last part. I sighed, adjusting the furball in my arms, still unsure. I was this close to saying no, but Trixie was looking at me with those big, pleading eyes, practically daring me to refuse. And let’s face it—Mr. Muffels did look pretty cute, for a cat. “Fine,” I finally agreed, trying to sound reluctant. “But you owe me. Big time. I’m talking coffee runs for a month or something serious like that.” Her face lit up, and she let out a happy squeal, leaning in to give me a quick hug, careful not to squish Mr. Muffels. “Thank you, thank you! You’re seriously the best. I’ll totally make it up to you.”