Froakie Novels & Stories

Madchen fidgeted nervously in her new dress. Drago had certainly thought of everything,she thought to herself. Standing in front of the full length mirror,she watched as the attendants he hired fussed with her satiny coral cocktail dress. Her Fiery hair cascaded down her shoulders in spiraling curls,and her fingernails and toes were painted a matching coral as well.

Tami has ruined the whole prospect of him for me. “I don’t know…” I flick back a page. Crotchet? I’ve always wanted to try. It looks like she’s made a blanket. “I need a bit more notice for these things, I’d have to borrow Damon’s car and he might need it tonight.” There’s a website to buy all the gear for it, though it’s covered in nail polish. I’m certain I’ve used this as a mat to paint my toenails on once upon a time. “Codswallop.” He’s shouted it. Suddenly, I’m pulling the phone away. “Just ask him to borrow it, won’t you?” Surely they sell the bare necessities at any old store.

She smiled shyly and whispered, "I'm Antoinette." Ragnar shook his head, muttered to himself, and looked down at the jagged rocks below. "Righto, I'm going to call you Toni; Antoinette is too old fashioned a name for a young lady such as yourself. So how about we get out of here?" With a little effort, Ragnar and his little wolf pup scaled back up the ravine. Antoinette immediately shifted into her beast, lunging at his face before he had a chance to defend himself. The feel of a rough tongue on his cheek was the last thing Ragnar expected. In wonder, he realized that she was just thanking him for helping her. With one last bark, she raced off into the trees, no doubt heading for home.

Shaking her head, Frore started walking back to her house in a hurry. On the way, a smile lit up her face when she saw whity running around. Smiling, she placed the basket down and ran to him to pick him up and bring him back with her. He was a pure white rabbit and her only friend. That's why Frore was so excited to see him. Picking him up, she rubbed his head and he nuzzled up in her hand, when Frore chuckled and went to pick up her basket. Walking again, she could see her small wooden cabin hidden in the trees at some distance. Softly, Frore sighed in relief and rushed to reach there.

I was busy admiring the epitome of beauty when the teacher jolted me out of my thoughts "can you introduce yourself to everyone"Mr Williams asked ushering me to talk "right" I answered still not taking my eyes off the beautiful damsel "I'm joel frickson,I got a transfer from new city high to kimkelly high.I hope I make a good classmate to everyone" I said and the class got noisy again and whispers and murmurs were heard from the girls. Yeah I've got cool great muscular voice

"Yep. He taught me how to track snow-rabbits last winter. We played Moon-Stalker. Do you play Moon-Stalker?" "Can’t say I do." "Oh." Leo sounded disappointed. "Well, it’s cool." He hit the kitchen tile and announced, "I’m hungry. You got meat?" Luke looked at Camila for permission. "Do you want... Cocoa Pebbles?" "Yes!" Leo cheered. Cass winced. "Sorry, kid. Diego Parker finished those off yesterday." Leo’s shoulders slumped. "Mac and cheese?" Luke tried. "I ate the rest of that last night," Cass admitted, covering his eyes. "My bad."

He made sure to cover every possible want from fish chips, frog legs, catfish nuggets, stuffed shrimp and a plethora of other items. “Damn Sam, did you purchase the entire store?” I said looking at the meals they continued to set on the table. “We wanted to make sure we had a little bit of something for everyone,” Poppie said as she sat down on the floor pillows on the other side of the cocktail table. “I see, well there is something for everyone.” “Everything looks delicious,” Brian said as I handed him a container containing an entire meal. “Good to have you back, Mr. Peabody.” Poppie said smiling.

His eyes drew Laura in, they were ocean green piercing and impossibly intense. “I am Frok.” he said,his voice calm and almost soft. “Second to Enforcer Fay. From this moment on your body belongs to our purpose. You will become that which you must… Or you will break.” ——— The next day after combat training in the morning, Laura was blindfolded her arms behind her back, and thrown in a pit of sand and gravel. Frok’s voice echoed from above. “You must learn to feel the threat not see it.” She heard the creak of the gate.

The Tongue That Never Ends Maeve The sign on the heavy black door read: “Freak Fuck Auditions – Gifts In Men” I stood outside for almost ten minutes, my heart slamming against my ribs, before I finally pushed it open. Maeve Ryder. Twenty-four years old. The girl everyone called “Frog” growing up. Because of my tongue.

Ice. “Mermaid tail and frog legs are warmer than your feet!” Putting her legs on his knees, he begins to rub them. Then he tries to warm his breath. “Just don’t tickle me,” she asks in a strangled voice, rolling her eyes. Is he afraid of being tickled? Ah-hah, how cute… Grasping his ankle tight, he runs his finger along the arch of the foot, and it begins to squirm, moaning: - Hee-enk, please! Ah, well, no need!