Novelas y relatos de His Little Bird

I said. Void stared toward the horizon. "I know." Pause. "I just dislike not knowing where." Honest answer. Painfully honest. The lantern tree rustled softly overhead. Then suddenly— a lantern bird landed on the railing. Tiny thing. Made entirely of starlight. Hope's bird. It chirped once. Then took off. The bird flew three meters. Stopped. Looked back. Waited. Silence spread across the rooftop. The bird chirped again. Everyone stared. Hope's bird turned and flew toward the river district.

I outlined. “Now start shopping, girl. Or I’m outfitting this little one myself.” I chuckled. Ivy chuckled as Violet reached out for a tee with some yellow bird on it. “Big bird.” Violet declared, holding the shirt to her. “What’s a big bird?” I asked. “Oh well, there’s this show on PBS, Sesame Street with puppets and people that’s for little kids. She loves it when she gets a chance to watch even a little of it.” Ivy explained.

(Jewel is singing to herself while working, Jaxon her dad is also there doing research for her) " little black bird in the tree, in the tree, in the tree, little black bird in the tree come sing a song to me, fly around the roses, fly from tree to me I wish I had two wings like these, two wings like these, two wings like these, I wish I had two wings like these to fly from tree to tree "

He released my neck before lifting my two hands above my head and capturing them in one hand, rendering me completely helpless before tugging my jaw upwards with his free hand. "Oh Snow, you don't know what you do to me." I shivered at those whispered words just as he finally covered my lips with his, trapping my husky moans in. Excerpt from; His Little Snow [18+] ©Josephine. C. Ivy

I held a bird, Wings of shimmering gold. Fly little one, I urged. The bird lay on my palm, As though playing dead. Such breathtaking beauty, In such a frail body. I picked up the beautiful creation, The masterpiece of art. I gave it a name, I became larger than life. I loved the bird, Till she learnt how to soar. My little birdie, Isn't so little anymore. She's grown, She's my Pikachu. The Lost Journals of Eden

His obsidian eyes staring back at me. “Is that a Phoenix?” Maya asked. I flinched, taking a few steps backward as the red bird burned on the desk. A message appeared between the ashes, along with a baby bird. “Hi there, little guy,” I cooed at the little bird, picking it up in my palm. I gazed at the bird as it closed its eyes and snuggled in my hand. “I wonder who sent you,” I mumbled, dropping my gaze to the rolled message.

He stared down at the woman who he had to acknowledge as his step sister, until fate turned to his side and brought her under his wings. His little dove had run away from him for so long, thinking she was all grown up and ready to face the world on her own. Of course he was upset, he went through all sort of trouble to find her, and it was not at a light expense. However, he also had the awareness that simply killing her or mistreating her would no longer work, it would not give him the satisfaction he needed.

Soheila caressed the bord's head. After saying that, a tiny screech was heard from outside the window. It was a tiny red-orange bird, but it doesn't have a round body. The bird had long eyelashes and sharp eyes as it went inside Soheila's room. Soheila smirked and said, “You're here Gigantic Firebird.” The bird in front of Soheila was the Gigantic Firebird that kept on flying around and crying back in the forest. It was the Gigantic Firebird, however, it turned her size into a tiny one to avoid attention.

I followed the voice and saw an old lady with grey hair standing next to a small house. Colt flew to this old lady and held her tightly. The old lady looked very satisfied and closed her eyes. "Mrs. Flynn! I was just thinking about you! How's the warbler I made for you? Do you like it?" Colt asked. "Yes, it functions well and sings beautifully for me at night, but there's a very tiny problem..." the old lady replied. As they were talking, a big iron bird with flapping wings and a razor-sharp peak and blade-like feathers, which was about three times the size of an average warbler, swooped at us.

Everything about him reminded me of my favorite male lead character from my all time Romance book “ Make Me Yours Tonight” “About your test,some of you did well while others not so well” Mr Richard said distributing our scripts. “Good job Stephanie.” He said to me while dropping my script. I was so surprised to find out I had an A. English was the only subject I had struggled to get an A for weeks now . It was either a B or C . The smile on my face was second to none. I was still staring at my script when Mr Richard announced that he was giving us a break for 30 mins. He walked out of the class leaving those who were rejoicing rejoicing and those who were mad mad.