Fluff You You Fluffin Fluff Novels & Stories

She ran to me and hugged me in my wolf form. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I miss you, little fluff.” Little fluff. She didn’t just call my wolf a little fluff. “I don’t care even if you despised your name. You might be a scary-looking beast, but you are a little fluff to me.” I expected my wolf to growl like usual, but it licked Violette’s face eagerly like an obedient dog. The power our mate holds. “Sit, Little fluff.” She ordered, then giggled. “This princess is going to ride you.”