Fluffy Novels & Stories

"I just wanted a hair shampoo." The anger in his eyes dissolves as he comes to a stop in front of me and a smirk replaces it instead. He sighs and shakes his head. "You've got a variety of shampoos in ten different types of hair flavors already - Coconut, Avocado, Frosted Cookie, Strawberry, Cinnamon buns, Pink Frosted layer cake, Grapefruit Mango butter, Marshmallow Buttercream, Strawberry Milkshake, and the -"

The dog let out one deep woof, and then promptly went to sleep. She’d never seen anything so ridiculous. And funny. She grinned. “Sorry about Mr. Fluffy. He tires easily. I asked the vet if there was something wrong with him, but the vet just diagnosed him as lazy. And because he’s lazy, he’s getting f-a-t.” “Fat?” A grumble came from Mr. Fluffy. “Shh.” Millie waved her hands around in the air. “He doesn’t like that word. That’s why I spelled it out.”

I picked up the cat and carefully removed the note. It was written in Clint's elegant hand. "I'm sure you're not in the mood for men right now, but Fluffy is a girl. Hopefully, she can lift your spirits. Tomorrow, I can take you to file a case. A woman's worth is in their heart. You're the bravest and loveliest person I've met, and no one can take that away from you. The first time we met in London, I already knew. This chocolate should help cheer you up."

A tall and skinny brunette retorted as three of them sat on the bed after taking their high boots off. "Hey, there's someone new." The third girl in the group smiled at me. she had purple hair that I found really cool and really heavy liner around her eyes. She had a thick British accent. "Hello." She called to me. "I'm Beth." "Nice to meet you Beth." I smiled back at her and she joined her friends in chatting away about rude Scarlett had been. I eventually got a text from Greg to let he know he had gotten home and so I decided to take a nap relieved that o could now fully rest from the sleep.

She asks. “My mom gave her old clothes to an old friend to get it stitched.. apparently it doesn’t fit her now and pieces of cloth from those dresses falls off” “Oh..” I’m so dead.. ‘You should’ve planned before Summer. You had like two weeks to prepare.’ I said in my head. “I mean a dress which is elegant and flowy from the bottom” ginger says. “Oh my god that’ll look so good on you!!” Flowy, flowy, reminds me of a name. Oh my god Flo! I completely forgot about her. She could help me!

She ran her fingers through it and smiled. "You're so fluffy." Greyson stared at her with a blank expression, if wolves even had expressions. *Fluffy?* Indianna smirked. "Yeah." *Don't call me fluffy, sugar,* Greyson muttered. "Why?" Indianna asked. *Does it damage your manly demeanour?* Greyson just stared at her in his wolf form and suddenly he started to shake. Indianna stepped back in shock and watched as Greyson shrunk and his dark hair turned into tattooed skin. Within seconds human Greyson was standing in front of Indianna. Naked.

I say reassuringly. Flutter hesitates for a moment, still cautious and unsure. It gazes at me with a mix of worry and curiosity. Slowly, it inches closer, its tiny wings fluttering nervously. I hold my hand out, palm up, as a gesture of trust. "I promise, no more belly touches," I say softly. "Just your back, if you're comfortable with it."

Her knees felt like jelly, but she forced herself to move. "Can I…? You won't hurt me, will you?" Her hand hovered above the wolf's head, inches from the glossy black fur. The wolf pressed its head forward into her palm, the weight solid and real. His fur was softer than she expected. "Okay," she murmured. "You're really a wolf. This is real. I guess all the growling makes sense." Quill huffed and it almost sounded like a chuckle. The sound drew a shaky laugh from Lilly, though her shoulders still hovered near her ears. Her hand dropped away, but she kept her eyes on him.

—Meow— Fluffy rushed towards me as she saw me stepped in. “Ohh! My little fluffy.” I squatted as I carried her up on my hands and she jumped on my shirt as her little tiny claws held unto the fabrics of my shirt. “Oh! C'mon Fluffy.” I held her and pulled her closely as I rubbed my face on her white hairy skin. Looking at her brown eyes now, brought so much warmth and her floral scent calmed down my hyperactive nerves. The available maids had prepared dinner for us as we ate and fluffy won't give me the slightest freedom as she kept on playing around my legs with her

The fruity taste sticks to my tongue, waiting for him to ask for a lick. "With you, everything tastes so fucking sweet," he admits, "like you're a flavor specifically made for me, and I'll probably spend lifetimes tending to toothaches." The muscles in my back tense, something like butterflies sitting in my stomach as he showers me with flattery. "You want to take off that blindfold?" he asks, and I nod with no hesitation, reaching for the silk tie resting on the back of my head. He sucks on his teeth, telling me to wait, and I groan, dropping my hands into my lap. "Just a little longer. Right now, I need you to spread your legs."