Hairy Futa Novels & Stories

mother rolled her and sighed. The door creaked open and a wheel chair carrying GrandPa Musa rolled in with Faryah helping him. " I'll leave you all to it" mother said as she smiled assuring me that everything was okay. " Thank you Zainab" Faryahs' grand father said as she walked out smiling at them. " Faryah let go, go seat down" she was quite tall, skinny. She was wearing dark purple baggy pants with her cute socks and a baggy black shirt over her pants. She was wearing a purple Hijab. Her makeup was gone, she looked really beautiful, more beautiful, at least I wasn't stuck with a mute ugly bitch.

flashback Kayla made it to this handsome stranger and his dog before I did, but he thankfully held on to her before she could touch the animal. “Woah, princess, you don't just touch any dog like that, okay? It can hurt you.” He explained, tone gentle. “But I wanna touch it.” Kayla pressed stubbornly, her mouth taking on that cute pout most people found hard to say no to.

“Good to see you here, Your Majesty. The packs are watching.” “Always are,” Ronan replied, keeping his voice even. He exchanged a few careful words with the Witch Queen, an elegant woman with stars tattooed across her dark skin. She smiled politely but her eyes were sharp, like she could see more than she let on. A dragon lord in human form, tall, scaled tattoos climbing his neck gave him a respectful nod from across the room. The werefox alpha was already laughing loudly with a group of hybrids, tail swishing behind her.

He was fast. Faster than I thought a wolf this large could be, and I thought he could almost beat me in a race. In peak condition, I was one of the fastest in the pack, and that was only because I pushed myself so hard. It seemed like Luxe didn't even have to exert himself to keep up the pace. He moved with pantherish grace, leaping over shrubs and low hanging branches with ease. My hair ruffled in the breeze and I was tempted to let go of Luxe's fur and stretch my arms to either side of me.

he said, lifting her with anger, pulling her towards him, and continuing to pull her hair. Hiya continued to look at him silently with empty eyes. While he badly runs the scissor over her hair, cutting it bluntly in a irregular pattern. In the midst of this, she desperately tried to save her beautiful, black, thick, and long hair. She screamed and struggled against the beast, but couldn't save her shining locks from being destroyed. It's said that the beauty of a girl or woman lies in her hair. And today Utkarsh snatched away Hiya's all shine and grace, and buried them.

But before she could say anything the light switched on revealing the stupid grinning doe-eyed person holding her captive with his body. Sorin Kim. Again. This was ridiculous. Looking all hot with his grey sweatpants and hoodie and that stupidly ruffled hair. Standing behind the both you was the entire Bhatt family with Aarav rushing inside with a pillow in his hand and his hair ruffled up and his eyes half closed and cutely shouting out "Who's the food stealing maniac, I am gonna kill him!? " Followed by a grumbling Devika and their parents Janvi Bhatt and Manuel Bhatt.

She began to remember things that she had long ago put out of her memory. Momma had a date with Mr. Benson and she wanted Juicy to put spirals in her hair. She had such beautiful hair. Juicy had always wished that she looked like her momma. Momma was milk chocolate with long, thick hair that touched her shoulders. Juicy in comparison was ashy black with hair like a kinky cap. She pressed and oiled and brushed what she had until it shown...still it would never be like Momma's.

"You forget. Adulthood for women in my tribe is sixteen. I turned seventeen months ago." Kurai sat on a stool and faced his back towards her. “How long is this process gonna take?” Kurai asked. Nuying got the shampoo and starts pouring it on her hands. “If the memory is weak then it will take a couple hours. If you are worried about the state of your hair then there is no need to worry. Ganesha’s blessing contains the best honey made by the sacred honeybees of India which nourish your hair no matter how long it takes.” She assured him.

It was terrifying. "You're courting death!" Morticia had lost her patience and yelled out when she saw Jotun leap forth. Then, she unleashed her Fiend Soul Power. Instantly, Morticia was shrouded by a blood-red illumination before a crisp sound was heard. Then, a massive beast appeared. That beast had the appearance of a tiger and was covered in dark red scales. Its fangs shone with a chilling glow, and it was terrifying. It was the Hairitalos, a creature unique to the fiend race. Even though it was transformed by illusion and was unreal, it looked vivid, and its aura was intimidating.

I dropped into my chair and waved off my wolves as they tried to rise. “Good of you to show up,” said my Beta, Harley, with a snort. She was a tomboy, her black hair cropped short and her ears glinting with multiple silver piercings. It still seemed odd to see her with her natural hair colour – back before the Eternal Winter, before our trade with the other packs had dried up, she’d dyed her hair pastel pink. Tattoos inked her whole body, with the words love and hate across each set of knuckles respectively. She flexed the hand with hate on and smirked up at me.