Fluffy Novels & Stories

A small creature with big saucer eyes, leathery knobby skin, and long perked up fluffy white bunny ears sprouting straight out its head stepped into the light. "If you please miss, my name is Spindleton Charles Flickerflackwind The Third. But people call me Spindle." I smiled weakly at the small creature. He was so weirdly out of place it made me want to laugh. "It's nice to meet you, Spindle. I'm Carrie." His eyes widened, "its nice to meet me, miss? No one's ever told me that before miss. I thank you kindly." I, raised my eyebrows, "sure. No problem."

, 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

The woman that I was supposedly flirting with was smiling happily like a new fond baby looking at its mother. "Reina Romano. God is it nice to see you!" "Lydia Stevens baby. Still crushing on me I'm guessing." she said smiling while going in for a hug. "Can you blame me, look at you. Fucking hot darling making it boiling in the room. You haven't met Jax Martinez have you?" Lydia said turning to me. "Actually, we have." she said. "I'll leave you ladies to it, I guess." I said and then walked out for a smoke and to get some bloody air away from her.

"Aunt Gabriella, I came to hang out with you." Glancing at Felise's eyes scanning for her cat, Gabriella chuckled. "Hang out with me? I bet you're only here to play with Fluffy, are you?" In just a few months, Fluffy had turned into a big cat, boasting big, round eyes and a soft, fluffy coat all over. Snuggling with Fluffy was pure comfort. Felise grinned mischievously. "I came to hang out with you and Fluffy together." While saying this, she headed straight for the cat climbing frame.

do I look like? The question provoked an answer he didn’t dare utter. Candlelight and satin, smoke and flame. Clearing his throat, he managed, ‘Sparkling water.’ The cat snorted at him. She scooted closer to Rachel’s side, where she watched him with her one narrowed eye. ‘Why doesn’t Fluffy like me?’ ‘She’s very particular, and has excellent taste.’ ‘So do I.’

Her parents didn't seem to care much either, they only did when she dipped into a bottle they particularly admired. Her blonde hair was slipping from its half updo and cascading around her face in loose ringlets, but she fixated her eyes ahead. Even through the light rain that had begun to fall from the angry clouds overhead, minuscule droplets clinging to her pale skin as she sighed, the small tune she hummed of the song 'Happy birthday' not faltering once as she stepped further- she did not falter once.

My teammates were nice and that was the first good thing I encountered for the day. The girl with the curly blonde hair was Stacey Harrington. She is cheerful. Unlike me, she is very talkative. Talkative friends are a gift for people like me because they are a great help when expressing my ideas. Another girl was Phoebe Hawthorne. She was not that open but seemed cute and innocent. Her short hair suited her. Jake Sherwood is the big built guy in our team. He looks a bit rough and frightening but once he starts to talk he is cheerful and kind. Last but not least is the guy who is the centre of attention of most girls in the hall. Chris Summerville, a playful character with all the eyecatching

said Alice. “Really? That’s nice. I thought you wouldn’t like it.” answered Nuala and then she turned to Reema and whispered, “Who is this stuffed animal?” Seeing Nuala’s confused face, she chuckled. “It was Freya Chocolate from Sylvanian Families. She said they both have the same birthday, which is why she likes her. But it’s too expensive so I don’t want to buy it.” Nuala let out a giggle, “I see.” As the girls were having a good giggle and excitement, Flynn showed up, walking out of the operating room. Wearing his white lab coat, paw print surgical mask, and white hospital hair net.

she liked the food there, she also didn't mind being called a creep by other people because of her hair and eye colour, as long as her mother found what she was looking for and they could return to their hometown. A sigh escaped Violet's lips and she unstrapped the small bag in her trouser's pocket and pulled out a flute made of a bamboo. She dropped the bag on the tree branch and cleared her throat before placing the flute beneath her lips. “Mother, are you still alive?” Violet's left index finger rested on the 2nd key of the flute. Then she adjusted her middle finger, and ring finger, on the 4th, and 5th keys of the flute.

she says defiantly. “WHAT!” I yell, slightly taken aback by this. That is what the Luna does. That was her whole fucking job. Flora starts stacking paperwork and goes over to the filing cabinet next to the window. The morning light pours in and covers her in an angel like glow that reflects off her damn mesmerising hair.