Fluffy Tamer Novels & Stories

**** GYM **** Flora was completely astonished as she watched Tiger continuously throw heavy punches at the punch bag. Her eyes followed every move while her lips split in half to reveal a small smile. Tiger just stopped moving and turned around suddenly. "Water," was what he said. She exclaimed, "Yes, master," before swiftly removing the cap from the bottle and presenting it to him. Flora's gaze was drawn to his chiselled chest, and she couldn't help but bite her lip as she wondered how he managed to maintain such a seductive appearance even while exercising.

Ammy glances towards Alex before nodding slightly to Ren. "Is this thing coming with us too?" Alex asked with disgust visible on his face as raising fluffy in the air by ear. Little guy whimpering from effect. Ammy glared at Alex sternly without a word. The big bad wolf got back on line and released Fluffy from his grasp.

This was an year old picture of him standing topless for the playboy magazine. "Now what the hell is wrong with her?" Troy frowned and then walked out of the office instantly, wiping away the sweat from his forehead. The only person Troy was afraid of was his grandmother, Mrs. Herarld Dawson, his only living family. Troy was closest to her grandmother ever since he was born and perhaps that is why she was the only person who could control the untammed tiger.

Cow-lick hair no longer laughs, but cradles his arm. I get up completely and open my mouth in a grotesque grimace. "Are you laughing at me, Fluffy ?" I snort and bare my teeth. I stand still and assess the opponent. The blow has made me come so much back in control, that I am no longer blinded by rage. I am in control again and can change if need be. But I don’t dare to do so as long as the psychopath stands before me. Who is he ? What is he ?

She's seen this before, I realize, and then I wonder which it had been; her home burning or the reactions of the elves who had been fed up. I grip Saelyna's hand instinctively, and the iden surges again, stronger than ever. Even Veesa is nothing more than a talking wolf, no less than these creatures with their annoying fangs and claws and flying spears. I snatch one out of thin air, as it sails toward us. For a second it is a matchstick in my grip, the next, I fashion it into a flying staff of flame, and send it right back, through the stunned Abomination that had hurled it. 'We are elves, Veesa,' I say distantly, like I'm reading a book, 'It is what we do'.

"No Daddy, I do not name my new puppy that big, horrible name. His name is Fluffy." Greg smiled at her and laughed at the look on the hell hound's face. "That's fine Baby-Girl. If you want to name your new puppy Fluffy, then you do so. Just remember, he can change into a big ugly monster of a dog with three heads when needed. If he tells you to do something, then you must obey without question." he looked at the rest of the family. "That goes for all of you. When I am not home, the dog oversees your safety. Yes, he can talk and change shapes. If this puppy or a big three-headed dog tells you to do or not to do something, you are to obey him just like you do me. His entire purpose here is to

Chloe violently swats the fabric away into the slush, shouting in a furious tone, "There exists zero tactical point in binding my skin with that trash anymore! My office is going to permanently refrain from wearing it on this circuit! Every single wolf on this mountain already possesses the exact data showing how completely ugly my face tracks anyway!" As the dark evening watch locks over the valley, Ada’s transport sled successfully delivers Tammy straight to the gates of my lodge. The absolute second our eyes lock onto each other's forms, I throw my arms out and pull Tammy into a tight, crushing pack hug. "My operational maneuvers were completely too impulsive on the stage today, Collins,"

He smirks,looking proud of himself “Yeah. I told you I know my way around. We'll have to move after a month or two. And we need to train. You’re not good at combat,and you haven't connected to your dragon fully. We need to work on those.” “You’ll teach me?” “Yes.” He answers,folding his arms,still holding on to the blanket. “I get the combat,but what do you know about dragons?” He chuckles “ Nothing really. But I read some books and apparently,I'm your tamer. There should be some natural information in here.” He says,pointing at his head. I scowl “In as much as the dragon is me and I am the dragon, it has a mind of its own most of the time,and it loves burning shit. So if you don’t know what

She sat back and watched. Tiberius was huge and beautiful, his black, brown and white fur fluffed as he shook himself out, he walked over to Jasmine and bowed his head to her, she took her paw and swatted on top of it. He growled as his snout nudged her neck. She whimpered, and he licked her face, she stood up and he rubbed up against her as he circled her. She turned her head as he stood next to her, she admired how big and beautiful he was and he was all hers, she nipped at his neck and took off in a full sprint. He howled as he took chase after us.

Her voice trembled—not from fear, but fury. He flinched, barely. A flicker. But she saw it. “Good,” he said quietly, stepping forward, his jaw clenched. “You should.” Aria’s back hit the wall as he closed the distance between them. But this time, he didn’t touch her. His voice dropped, nearly a growl. “You think I like this? You think I enjoy caging you like a bird that sings too loudly for her own good?” She laughed bitterly. “No. I think you like owning things that can’t run.”