Fluffy Novels & Stories

Three Years Ago It had been a long day of work, with a camera shoved in my face- filming for some commercial? I think it was a shampoo one… something about making my hair super shiny, but I actually preferred my dandruff-preventing one. I was scrubbing the caked-on makeup, which seemed to never come off. Great for the camera, not so great for someone who wanted it off, like now. “Iris? You looked so good for the shoot.” My stylist, Bell, was behind me, hanging the clothes I had worn. “Why are you rushing? Do you have somewhere to be?” Her voice was cheery as she spoke to me.

Lydia came that afternoon with fresh linens and no introduction beyond her own name, offered flatly as she stripped the bed without preamble or ceremony: "Lydia." She was older, compact, built with the economy of movement that accumulated over decades of work done well and without announcement. Eastern European accent, thick and unhurried, the kind of accent that had stopped apologizing for itself a long time ago. She moved through the room the way people moved through spaces they had been moving through for years, without consulting it, without adjusting to it, simply occupying it with the comfortable authority of familiarity.

He listened contentedly, one hand on my leg as he watched me move my lips. Fluffy nuzzled my leg; now that I had been with him several days, his face was less scary than when I first met him. His little mushroom type of nose was dark, damp, and warm. He laid his head right in my lap, and I petted the unruly hair between his eyes. “What is this animal?” I wondered aloud. There are so many animals here that I do not know what they are. Fluffy looks like a cross between a cat and a dog from where I am from. One animal is independent, and the other is bent on pleasing you, making you the center of its world. “So what is it? What kin

"T-thank you." "Can you please sit here, Luna." Lhea said, pointing on the couch. "Yes. Oh but you can just call me Mitzy." "Oh no.. that would not be right. We have to call you Luna." Lisa said, shaking her head frantically. She started to braid my hair. "No, I'm fine with that. It's pretty strange having people calling me Luna." "But..." she hesitated. "But.. Alpha Flynn would not like that." It's actually not very surprising that people are scared of Eaton. He is so... I don't know how I should put it, Intimidating?

"That woman should be ashamed of herself!" Miss Marcie said, a perpetual grimace ever present on her wrinkled brown face. Juicy wrapped the stiff piece of hair around the curling iron, expertly pumping the handle until there was a smooth curl bouncing beneath her fingertips. "What did that heffa do now?" Juicy asked, barely listening to the old woman's idle gossip. It was hard for her to focus when she had so much shit cluttering her head. Is that how Troy felt; head wanting to explode?

"That is it. I am calling the pizza place to beg them to hurry." "You should," I said seriously. "Because if this food takes more than thirty minutes, you might have to fight me for your life." "Girl, relax," she teased. "You are not scary. You are fluffy." I gasped, clutching my chest. "Fluffy. Did you just call a pregnant woman fluffy?" "It is a compliment," she insisted between giggles. "Like a marshmallow. Soft and sweet..." "...and dangerous when provoked," I finished for her.

Parker whispered. “I dunno, but is definitely a friend.” Paisley answered. “Thank you for helping us.” Riley told the animal. “Should we give it a name?” Ryder asked, “just in cases we see it again?” “How about fluffy?” Riley suggested with a giggle. The others glanced at her skeptically. “But is not fluffy.” Parker reasoned. “Yeah, tha’s why it’s funny.” Riley rolled her eyes. “Okay.” Paisley smiled, “Fluffy it is!”

Sheer teal silk with gold embroidered cutouts. “What the fuck are you on about now? Why would it evolve? It’s not an anim-. Holy fucking shit…those old bats have lost their ever-loving minds. Yeah, that’s a fat fucking no. Might as well just bend you over the dining table with ‘Please Fuck Me’ written across your ass,” At first, the blond had sauntered through Azrin’s room to take a closer look at the offending raiment, before devolving into his usual happy place -Pissed.

“There’s just something fascinating about you.” “Stop talking and eat.” “You know when you smile, the corners of your lips raise up a little. Not all that high though cause it seems like you’re always trying to repress your smile around me. But whenever you decide to be comfortable and actually smile, it raises all the way up in the most adorable manner. Like your cheekbones come to life and your eyes become tinier I’d mistake you for an asian if didn’t know better. Your eyebrows too. You have this naturally perfect carved eyebrows and whenever you’re smiling, they magically become thinner. And you know the craziest part, though they become thinner they still have that perfectly carved shape

She added. "Sorry" I muttered. "Thanks Elva" She said pushing her hair from her face. "I left some meat loaf for you,you can just warm it up in the microwave and eat it" Mig said. "Ohh..Mig i'm so tired,can you do that for me please" Fleur whined pulling her palms together, she then rubbed it slowly as a plea to Mig who has a frown on his face. I chuckled inwardly.. "Please bro" Fleur said.