Fluffy Short Novels & Stories

Oh gosh. Fluffy was gnawing on a bone. I quickly grabbed it and threw it to the other side of the tall bushes. Fluffy darted off, and I followed, pretending to be playing with his pet. Creed’s eyes landed on me. I smiled and jumped to find Fluffy, who was now growling playfully, rolling in the tall bushes. Following Fluffy, I could still see him tasting the air with his dragon tongue, but I couldn’t bear to go near him now. My face was not only pink because of the cold, but pink from sheer embarrassment! His eyes followed exactly where I was while I peeked through the bushes, not returning to his wood splitting.

Others look like they barely have a clue how to fight. The flash of a long blonde ponytail catches my eye and I spot Fallon, positioned across from a guy twice her size. She’s wearing a tiny pair of shorts today and I can’t help but steal an appreciative glance at her perfect ass. She’s got a t-shirt on again, but I bet her tits are fucking perfect, too. No. I can’t think about her like that.

SUSPECTS -These skirts are a little short, don't you think? -I say to Flavia as I look at myself in the mirror. It was Monday and classes were starting today. The uniform was a bit strange. The skirts were blue and short. -They look fine to me," she replies. Of course, anything provocative is fine with her. -Do they dislike the uniforms? -asks Karla coming out of the bathroom.

Little Amy Funk, all grown up. He straightened from his crouch to get a better look at her. She was short, her head barely higher than his own, and he was still kneeling on the cement. Her shiny black hair was piled on top of her head in a messy bun and her eyes were hidden behind a pair of giant plastic framed sunglasses. Her curves were stuffed into a pair of jean shorts that were so small and tight they should've been illegal. Her T-shirt wasn't much better, baring her middle and showing off a tiny tattoo of what he thought was Tweety Bird disappearing beneath her shorts.

He twists head the way an adult dog would do when attacking. “Ladies and gentlemen, fluffy has his opponent – the pillow – down but can he keep him down? Oh, he twists to the right and he twists to the left. There’s definitely no hope for poor Mr Pillow. Fluffy goes for the countdown – 1, 2, 3. That’s it people, meet the new champion of the world….FLUFFFFFFFFFY!” I pretend to be a wrestling commentator.

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.’

My face lit up with heat. I looked down at Yara. There was a flash—smugness, like she thought she won. My face went cold. I pried her off and stepped back. "I'm not your dad. Mr. Fluffy is." She hit the floor and started wailing. Natalie rushed over and scooped Yara up, her face all panicked. "Luke, no matter what, you can't lay a hand on her. Where's the calm, patient guy you used to be?"

He was about to carry it but a tiny voice stopped him. “Don’t touch my puppy “ The owner of the voice walked towards him and he took a minute to check her out. Fluffy slipper, White bump-short, and a pink top with SpongeBob image on it. Her hair is pink but it is obvious she dyed it and she looked extremely pretty. He couldn’t get his eyes off her. “Stop staring at me ..., pervert, “She said in her tiny voice eyeing him and carried her puppy. “Next time, don’t try to touch my puppy, “She said frowning.

My father, Hector, and Benjamin had shared the transaction slips of the money they'd transferred to Jennifer's account. I curled my lip mockingly while looking at the birds that flew past my window. It turned out everyone remembered Jennifer's birthday despite forgetting mine. My father, Frank Monroe, shared his transaction slip. He also wrote, "Happy birthday to my darling Jennifer!" Hector wrote, "I hope you'll always be happy, Jennifer!" Benjamin wrote, "No matter what happens in the future, Jennifer Robinson is the only woman I'll ever love."

I need to get ready for work. *** I knocked on Fleur's door, clad in a white V-neck gown with black sandals and black bag, my hair is packed in a ponytail as usual. The door opened and Fleur stepped out clad in a pink shirt with white pants, pink shoes with a white bag to match, her black Bob hair shone brightly with the help of some oil... Her full pink lips curved in a smile as she saw me. "Hey Fleur, good morning"I greeted. "How was your night?" She asked