Funny Foxy Novels & Stories

said the golden-maned lion, who clearly still hadn’t had his fill of fun, "That makes you guys best friends, innit?" "Screw yourself," grimaced the tiger. Which idiot had coined that expression, for the love of Heavens! As if I could ever be friends with a bunch of foxy foxes! Streaks of yellow lines rushed down the slopes of the Ridge. They were large foxes more than four to five meters long. Their smooth copper-brown fur resembled silk. These were all high-tiered Beast Lords. "Queen Jiu You," observed one of them when they saw her riding on the white elephant.

My stomach was turning. Suddenly, the quiet was pierced with a surge of movement. Jeffery—fragile, hurt, yet with a ferocity I had not seen since he'd begun to heal—threw himself forward. His hospital gown fluttering around him, he wrestled Peter to the ground with a snarl of fury. The thud of their bodies on the ground mobilized everyone into movement. Hayes and his security detail moved forward, guns leveled, shouting commands. Pandemonium broke out. "Jeffery!" I shouted, pushing through the flurry of frightened motion and growing noise.

Scott, on the other hand, doesn't seem to like the idea but still tries to look good and smile as if he never caused a commotion a while ago. Indeed, he is a good dog. Just like his friend Bunny, Kyler smiled with his friendly and bright aura. It's so bright that even a leopard would be a friendly little cat with him. Exequiel gives off a free and unrestrained spirit; he gives off the vibes of a dinosaur who roams everything with no fear. Diverse from what Warren is, he held his chin up and was proud of his friend. Truly, a fox with a high spirit that is comparable to the dino beside him.

This is wild. [Is any of their evidence real? Do they even have a son?] Linda checked the comments, face on fire. "No. This isn't possible. Willie can't be a dog. Jemma, you rigged this!" They didn't even glance at the boy in the corner. Still locked on Willie. I smiled and gave a sharp whistle. "Willie. Three barks. Spin." He barked three times and turned in a clean circle. I folded my arms. "Now you believe the dog's name is Willie. So tell me—how were you that confident you could give birth to a dog?"

I asked, suspiciously and Wolf grinned even bigger. "You all took off so fast, I needed to give Foxy something so she could buy her dress." Wolf said and he turned to Foxy and pulled out his wallet. "I owe you some money and figured that you would need it to buy your dress." he said softly as Hound and Jackal distracted the others in conversation. I wasn't going for it though and I moved closer to Foxy. She looked confused. "You don't owe me any money." she responded and he shook his head and handed her a card.

You know those guys in your school? Not the normal ones, but the fuckboys? Yeah, those ones. If you don't know those guys, then you may just not know the meaning of the term fuckboy . Generally, a fuckboy is actually an attractive, funny guy. Usually you wouldn't want to admit it, but everyone knows it, even himself. A fuckboy has an unhealthy amount of confidence in himself which helps him to lead girls on just for hookups. He'll say that he's really into you but doesn't want to deal with an actual relationship. He thinks about himself and only himself all the time but is nice to most people.

“Don’t you think?” The fox lowered it’s head and ears out of fear. ‘F-Fine! Lower me down.’ It said in defeat. “If I allow you to walk, do you promise to really turn them back? If not then Custard can-” ‘Yes yes! I promise!’ I gave Custard a look and nodded at him. Custard came closer to the princes and lowered down the fox. It gave me a side glance. ‘You are the very first Tamer to ever treat a spirit this way! No manners and very rude!’ As my response, I waved it away with the back of my hand as a gesture for him to mind his own business. The fox snarled at me one last time before jumping inside of their bodies one by one until all the princes slumped on the ground as if in pain.

15. At the sight of trouble, the worker in coveralls drops his hose and runs for the kitchen door. Angry Fox socks his rifle to his shoulder, aiming at that fleeing head, but Pink Bunny shoves the barrel aside with an oversized paw. Pink Bunny says something muffled by plastic and fake fur. Angry Fox shouts back, louder but equally unintelligible, before ripping the barrel from his friend’s grip. The worker disappears into the building, the door slamming behind him. The forgotten hose rolls across the concrete, spurting water.

he said seriously, his green eyes fixed on me. “I love it. I love that it’s a secret little mouse.” “People might think a mouse is a weak little thing,” he said, pulling me closer to him, I closed my eyes and enjoyed that apple scent drifting across my senses. He leaned in and whispered, “but you have you ever seen how hard it is to catch a bloody mouse?” causing me to break into peals of laughter and almost drop my drink at his silly joke. He looked very pleased with himself so I pulled him back towards me, “so why are you a fox then?” giving him a raised eyebrow.