Fluffy Wings Novels & Stories

I moved my right hand to her waist then slid my arm around her waist and held her tight. I deepened the kiss and thought loudly to her, "hold me tighter." Her arms wrapped around my neck tighter. Letting me know she heard me. I smiled knowing she can finally hear me. I focused on my light as my tongue moved with hers and I felt it... My wings. I pushed them back and felt them materialize. I push them outward feeling my wings spread and open up. It felt so good to spread my wings. They're white, they slightly glow and they're soft.

“Oh my baby ... if u can't do it. Then don't do it. See how beautiful your little wings are. You can let them be. " “But mom ... only I tan't do it ... ... glandpa, glanma , dada, untle , aunt, blother, chichtel ( sister) , and you ... don't open youl winds...(wings). ... I wan to be lite all too..." saying this she poured her cute little lips and hanged her head down. “ut you are special my love. and only you sweet with wings open." coaxed Melanie . “Leally ...! you ale not lying...( really, you are not lying .) " asked her figure with beaming eyes with joy to which Melanie nodded smiling .

I hurried ahead as the music played through my earphones. I thought I could get away from this mess, but Diana Fowler suddenly broke away from the two thugs. She gazed at me with eyes full of tears, clutching my arm so hard she left two bloody scratches. "Help me, Levi!" I instinctively shook off her hand, acting as though I had encountered something terrifying.

Ava turned, her flame-wings fading. “Then let’s build it.”

Dollface enters, humming off-key, twirling her glittered earring. Ivy smoothly, handing her a lipstick, “Try this shade. It’s new.” Dollface grinning, “Ooooh, fancy girl.” She takes it—then Ivy grips her wrist softly. Ivy whispers, quick, “Stay away from windows. Don’t go near the doors. Tell Cherry—quietly. Don’t make it obvious.” Dollface frown deepens, “What?” Ivy hush her, “Just do it.” Dollface’s playfulness fades. She nods once and slips out.

What’s she doing? The back of her brown tunic rent. Long red wings began to work their way from the cloth. Tearing the side with the pointed tip before jerking free bit by bit until finally splaying fully. Tossing crimson feathers over the floor as they solidified. Stretching out to an impossible length.

However, her body was aching all over. Angela felt it radiating into her blood as her heart skipped a beat. She was soon enlightened by a beating pair of wings effortlessly moving. They were fragile, like glass balancing the edge of the table. The fluttering pair of painted silk wings circles her front as another team comes into sight, creating a delicate breeze that brushes past her quilted cold cheeks. "I can't!” she repeated.

He knows I have a secret stash, but I would never tell him where it is, I might have to change it really soon so he doesn’t steal it. I pranced downstairs, not taking notice of my wings banking the stairwell all the way down. I squeaked, covering my mouth with both my hands. Mom hates it when I don’t put my wings away when I’m in the house. It wasn’t my fault they had a mind of their own. They just flutter when I get real happy and then when I get all sad, they droop like those cute little killer whales’ fins they keep in captivity. Those poor whales.

"How do we get inside?" "Do we knock?" Just as they were about to go closer, the high gates opened revealing two winged fairies. They honestly assumed that the creatures from this city were small but they were of the same heights but their wings glow. The lady wings were gorgeous like a butterfly with different colors and the boy has a dragon fly like wings that flickers such colors when he moves depending where it will reflect.

I sang as I immediately grabbed a wing and started to eat it like I hadn't had food in months. I moaned at the explosion of flavour. The wings were spicy, juicy and the skin was crunchy while the meat was nice and tender, "these are some good wings," I opened my eyes to find Quentin just as taken in by the food as myself and I couldn't help but laugh at the way that his lips were messed with the sauce. He also had sauce on his cheeks and his nose. "What? You've made me love wings," he tried to defend himself until I heard the familiar soft music.