Fluffy Novels & Stories

He looked so small and cute. Oh my God, I'm madly in love with him. "I told you, I won't leave until you accept my apology" Owen replied as he put Fluffy on the floor. "Why do you wear shorts all the time?", I asked trying to change the conversation. "To show off my beautiful legs", He replied with a straight face. He was right, he had beautiful legs, I want to touch them. Don't let me get started on his lips, they look so soft and red like he had applied a lip balm or something. I can't hold it anymore .

Downtrodden breath, gasps, groans, screams... Goosebumps and cold streams on the back. When they finally run out of steam, melting snow is everywhere, perhaps even in shorts. Disheveled, flushed, laughing. Louis jumps on one leg, trying to shake the mud out of his ear. The whale is on his knees and gasping for air. Her cheeks are glowing, her lips are bright, as if made up. Roswo is covered with snow dust, like a cake with powdered sugar. He shakes himself off and sneezes funny.

"Love ya." I noticed Elena descending the stairs. "Now you look like Elena Walkers." I hooed "Who was I before?" "Well, your dopple ganger I guess." I winked "You're a silly girl." "What do we have?" I whistled as I opened the plates "Oh my!! Just what I'm craving." Elena squealed "You know the vibe sis." We high-fived each other It was fried rice and chicken laps. We dug into the food. We moaned out at the same time because the food hit the spot.

LENA: As long as we’re clear ;) LENA: Li You seeing this? Me: Mmh. Aarish: What do you think? Lisa: Everybody is gonna do the pyramid. Aarish: My point exactly. LENA: What about the tall thing in Paris? Harvey: The Eiffel Tower? LENA: Same thing. Aarish: How are we gonna build a tower out of clay? LENA: You guys figure it out; I’m the brains of the group, I only do the thinking part.

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"Hello, I'm Dr. Scott. You must be Stella and Lawrence. Let's have a look at this little one, shall we?" We followed Dr. Scott into an examination room, where he gently coaxed Fluffy out of the carrier. He conducted a thorough examination, checking her ears, eyes, teeth, and feeling her body for any abnormalities. Fluffy purred softly through the entire process, seemingly unfazed by the attention. Dr. Scott finally stepped back, smiling. "Well, she's a bit underfed, but nothing that a proper diet won't fix. Given her baby teeth and overall size, I'd estimate she's around 12 weeks old. A real fighter, this one."

Тургенев, Рудин. КНИ́ГА, -и, ж. 1. Произведение печати (в старину — также рукопись) в виде сброшюрованных, переплетенных вместе листов с каким-л. текстом. Книга большого формата. Толстая книга. Раскрыть книгу. □ [Аночке] предложили посмотреть книгу с картинками. Федин, Первые радости. || Сочинение, произведение более или менее значительного объема, напечатанное отдельным изданием или предназначенное для него. Интересная книга. Написать книгу. □ Наталья должна была каждое утро читать исторические книги, путеш ествия и другие назидательные сочинения. Тургенев, Рудин.

Now my small smile had turned into a toothy grin. Zac rolled his eyes, scrunching up his whole face. "You make me sappy and gross, Bloom." "Soft spot," I poked his cheek, speaking in a singsong voice. Zac swatted my hand away, "No." "Yes," I retorted smugly. He rolled his eyes again, "Whatever." I laughed at how childish he was acting because he didn't want to admit it. It was cute. Wait. No, no it was not cute.

Areena Areena opened her eyes slowly, her face facing the window as the sun kissed her face making it hard to adjust her eyes to her light. She sucked her head in Foxy tummy– her orange plushie with cat face. "Morning Foxy." She inhaled the orange and sandalwood scent from Fluffy, the zesty citrus scent soothing her. "It's gonna be a great weeeeeekend." She squealed, jerked her head up while sitting down on the bed then fell into the plushie again.

“Well she has a small face but not too small. It’s like Emma Watson’s face shape but a little constricting on the forehead.” “Lengthwise or crosswise?” “Crosswise.” She remains silent as she slightly strokes the paper effortlessly with her hand. “Did she have any mole or freckles on her face?” I shake my head, “No.” “How about her eyebrows? Were they thick? Bushy? Slim? Arched? Narrow?” “They’re average brows, not bushy and not highly arched.” “Like this?” She shows me and I was amazed at how quick she was able to draw an outline and the eyebrow almost seemed perfect with the image of this nameless woman in my head.