Gliss Tinkerbell Novels & Stories

“That is what every crazy man believes. What other explanation do you have for bringing all these crap here?” He rolled his eyes at me before picking a plastic honey bee from the bag. Seriously? A honey bee? And he is claiming that he hadn’t lost it! “Well, this one here is spelled such that it will cast the illusion of a swarm of bees when the enemies look at it.” “That sounds good, but why in the world would the spell be put in these weird objects instead of just using spheres or vials or something where normal witches cast spells on?” “Well, Glenda has a weird sense of humour. She wanted her spells to look cute and different. These are the end products. As long as they work fine, I don’t

Holy hell , we're flying. " Where are we going?" I ask. " Sit back and enjoy the ride." I sob silently and bite my lips. I wish I had the promise ring on. Gray wouldn't hurt me right? But why did he have to lie to me? Why would he manipulate me? I can't believe he's using me as a distraction. That can't be true. I look down at the pendant on my neck. Tinkerbell is spelt across it and the writing is tiny.

Several seconds passed. "Tink remember." A sly grin crossed her face as she traced a line down Mike's thigh. "Mike much bigger than a goblin." "Oh, well, thank's Tink." "Not much of a biter, though." Tink stuck her hand into a crevasse, twisting her hands and pulling free a long trail of rocky sludge. It was almost a foot long, and Mike could hear stone scraping on stone as it slid free. Tink tossed the sludge over the edge of the fountain, and Mike heard the sounds of water rushing up from beneath the earth.

She crossed her arms. I didn't see a need to respond to that. "A mean and awful fairy by the name of Tinkerbell used magic to steal my wings." Tears filled Quilla's eyes. "I haven't been able to get them back." "Is that why you can't fly?" I asked, sitting on the edge of my bed. I figured that was the reason she was jumping around a few moments ago. Quilla let out a squeal, stomped around in another circle, and then stopped when she faced me. "I can fly just fine. Maybe not with my beautiful wings, but I have the capability nonetheless."

Along his back, a spinal ridge glowed a shifting kaleidoscope of colors. Bob grinned, flashing rows of teeth. “Lookin’ good, Carolyn. Betcha kick Michelle Kwan’s ass any day.” She scowled. “Piss off, Bob.” Bob spread his hands. “Aw, come on. Don’ be mad. The spell worked, didn’ it? Got what ya wanted, a big ole’ wet one, right on the lips!” A leer stretched his rubbery face. “Didja get any tongue?” “Bob!” She kicked the ice. “Not cool!”

Yet just as I thought that I’d be incinerated, my jerremy burst out, shadowing around me like vines, until the heights bled over the top but didn’t touch me. I pressed my fingers against the tingling red in wonder, and it shifted — alive. I laughed. “Take that, Tinker Bell.” The heights dropped away, although the jerremy didn’t recede. I might be new to this but if I had nothing else, I had common sense —sometimes.

She looked like she had recently gotten dressed. "Aw, thank you, doll. I try my best." She said, waving her hand at me shyly to dismiss my compliment. "Now that you have arrived, I see no need to involve these promiscuous ladies in our conversation." With a simple snap of her fingers, gold-coloured glitter seemed to surround the two other girls and they both screamed when they started floating. "Don't worry, it was all a dream. You are both safe in your beds, back on Earth." She sang to them in a soft voice. I watched as Sharlene and Melissa vanished, only a million tiny dots of glitter taking their place and falling on the ground.

Bella’s chair so that it would explode the moment she sat down. “Three... two... one...” Zane whispered under his breath, his voice barely audible. Ms. Bella approached her desk, completely unaware of the glittery doom awaiting her. She smoothed her skirt, adjusted her chair, and— POOF! A shimmering storm of glitter erupted from beneath her seat, filling the air like a dazzling fireworks display. It sparkled in the morning sunlight, settling over Ms. Bella, her desk, and the surrounding floor in a radiant, glittering mess.

she giggled as she searched for my tiara. Glacia is worse than Melsa, her taunts are always nerve-breaking “The Alpha will grab you to his bed tonight, bet me on that.” “And if he doesn’t?” “Who will want to resist such a tasty-looking meal, huh? I’ll do whatever you want if he doesn’t spray marks all over you by tomorrow,” she gibbered. “Stop being naughty, Glacia.” “Ah–ha!” she exclaimed excitedly as she held up the tiara like a trophy. “Told you I will find it.”

Jeanette replied, a little less audible. Madame Tilly handed her another one, “Speak Louder.” “Not vampy enough!” she yelled and we all turned to look at her. Madame Tilly smiled, “No, no, no. I wasn’t asking you to speak louder. That’s just the name of this one, Speak louder.” “My bad,” She finally picked the Lady Danger. “Now, I’d like to see the lip glass,” Jeanette said. I cocked my eyebrows, “Don’t you mean lip gloss?”