Heat Miser Cartoon Novels & Stories

He let out in a whisper, staring into my eyes, causing a blush to appear on my face. “What do you say, are you in?” I inquired curiously. “I would lay down my life for you, if only it would put a smile on your beautiful face.” He teased, making me blush even harder than before. I like him, not as much as I love my true mate, but it’s there anyway. He has a calm demeanor, and he is so easy to talk to, I feel like I can tell him anything, I am so free and relaxed with him because of his easygoing and jovial attitude. I can see why Harriet referred to him as her best friend. If he continues teasing and joking with me this way, he is definitely going to be my best friend as well.

Love, Jordan Cashmere. Your Beautiful Mishap.

“What day is it today?” “It’s the day after Wednesday and the day before Friday which is Thursday. It’s Thursday all day long until midnight.” “Very good. Who are the people in this room with you today?” “Sister, Doc Harper Harper Harper, and Mickey Mouse.” “Is Mickey Mouse a person or a cartoon?” “Mickey Mouse is a cartoon in Disney and he’s a man over there in the corner and he likes my sister. I saw him looking at her with sparkling eyes.” “Oh my god,” I whisper. I stare at the floor, knowing there’s no way I can stop this freight train. When Jersey gets on a roll, no one can stop him. No one who doesn’t want a giant tantrum on their hands can, anyway.

One of the teachers sucks his teeth as he speaks to the coach. The man waves his hand to show that it doesn't matter, and then he laughs. “Oh please, the senior Mister Gustave will be drilled once I fill him in on how his son was an absolute beast in the rink. He will pay the Fargo kid off, there is nothing to worry about.” I can't hear any more of this. I have to go home to clear my head. I get into the car– that my crazy situationship bought me– and I drive all the way home.