His Little Bird Novels & Stories

A curious little thing it was Stretching a poem The Little Bird landed modestly on it " puny creature" Within his will, a bust of blue flames engulfed his palms turning the bird into a mould of ashes within seconds His eyes once more focused on the green forest, the animals roaming around it, all this disgusted him ' everything would look much better burning' It will be until everything was nothing more than Ashes and even those will Fly With the Wind Just wait until he becomes king. He would make the whole world burn and nothing will remain of it * * *

It started to bark loudly and Logan and I shrieked with laughter, the heated kisses still prickling our body. We took the plate with the breadcrumbs and watched as the bird made a fuss about it. We quietly observed it peck and eat, us still half naked from all the kissing. Soon, a flock of seagulls were at the window and Logan threw the pieces of bread outside. The golden breadcrumbs flew under the sunshine and the seagulls caught it in their beaks skillfully before it landed on the sand.

I questioned my curiosity while chuckling like a complete idiot, "Told you, Little Bird, It's a surprise, you have to wait for it like a decent kid, don't be errant," he mocked, "I'm 14 years younger than you doesn't mean you've permission to ridicule me like this," I said while batting my eyebrows up and down, I like to be total kiddo with him, "Ohkaay, Ma'am 14-years-younger, we are about to reach there so I need you to hold your curious cat for a few minutes," he said while grinning,

If I have to tie her up to keep her safe, I will, because she is now mine, and I take good care of what belongs to me. Timber and Tiger jump into the small valley and bark. I run down and join them, and there is my Little Bird, sitting on the cold, hard ground, nursing her arm. I can’t really see her face in the darkness. My first reaction is to check her ankle; she slides back on the ground as I approach. “Fuck you.” “It would be your pleasure, Little Bird, but first, I need to see what kind of damage you did to yourself.” She bites her bottom lip and gives me a nervous smile. I am not sure if she fears me or likes to play games. “So this may not have been the brightest thing I’ve ever done

"No matter what things look like...danger can't be measured by looks alone. I could always hurt you, little songbird. From the moment I asked you to perch at my side and let me feed you. I could've hurt you." "But you didn't," "But I could've. And I still could. Don't get too comfortable little songbird. Don't let your wings rest too much, or you'll forget how to fly away when danger comes."

so boring and gloomy. "Watermelon," she heard as she looked in the direction of the voice to see Keir and Sandy approaching them. She noticed Keir's eyes falling on her hand in Atlas and then back at her. Since he was calling her watermelon today and not by her name, did that mean they were back to being friends?

(He said he found something and wanted to check it first) "Hmm.. I hope it's something interesting." Pipi.. (It's very interesting, big brother. You'll see it yourself later and you'll definitely like it). Long Chen flew toward another destination where the little bird and he would meet after the little bird finished its inspection. After some time, Long Chen and the little mouse successfully found the little bird. The little bird, looking serious, approached Long Chen and told him everything it had seen when it discovered something strange. Long Chen heard this and simply smiled, then decided to head to the city since there was no need to pay attention to that little oddity.

WINTER: Three Years Later… “Come here, Liam,” I ordered to my three-year-old son. We were done taking our breakfast and were now strolling through the children’s park in the neighborhood. His attention was caught when a bird landed on the floor, staring down at him. “You’re not going to catch him, alright? The bird is only looking at the children.” “Why does the bird have small eyes, Mommy?” he asked, his brows forming a straight line. “Why do his eyes don’t look like mine?”

Third person POV Ronald was dressing up in preparation for his trip when Brenda walked into the room. "Oh, you're almost ready? The flight doesn't leave for the next three hours though" She said sadly. "So what? I should stay home with you? I'll pass. I have better places to be" "Like with your multiple girlfriends? She muttered under breathe and he glared at her. "What did you say? "I said it's not because of me but Junior. He was expecting you'd go watch his game for 20 minutes at least. You can go to the airport after that. You never go to any of his games"

If he can't even get out of this forest, what's the point of him being revived? Kyaakkk! Suddenly Xiao Long heard a pleasant sound. The sound comes from a red-colored bird almost as big as an little aircraft in a previous life, flying to the door of the cave where Xiao Long was. The strange thing is that he thought the bird was not evil, there's even a familiar feeling between Xiao Long and the flame bird. When the flame landed right in front of Xiao Long, its body gradually shrunk to the size of a tiger and immediately lowered its head. It's enough to confuse Xiao Long.