Impish Nature Novels & Stories

I knew at that moment that I had just crossed my boundary. ////////////////////////////////// Okay, so I have decided to give each chapter a status Frenzy(easy to write) Cranky( not easy) Frenzy but a little Cranky, you know what that is. This is imperfection, the first trilogy.

she replied, “I can’t believe we are breaking history, a maid is marrying her boss.” “I don’t think anybody would believe that for you look nothing like a maid.” “But I was a maid.” “Was, but not anymore, you are my imperfect perfection,” he replied that she could only smile and wondered how can they be a perfection that is imperfect? Not getting her answer, she smiled more pronounced and listened to the priest, today is a very big day to her, a day she had looked forward to all her life with the man beside her. And she knew that just as his words ‘imperfect perfection’ confused her, so would their love confuse anyone who tries to ruin them.

“Bastard?” “Tell me, where is the shame in that?” Mischief’s look blazed. “I’m a bastard too and as a bastard, I toppled worlds.” His smile widened into something dangerous. “I expect that you shall rip out the throat of old ones and savage new empires into birth.” Huh, and that little speech wasn’t hot at all.

I didn't mean to get this distracted , it just happened unknowingly . " I wasn't ogling . I was observing . " I state . I was definitely ogling . Why are wolves so horny and impulsive ? And why do I have to be part of that category now ? It's not that I don't like it , it's just that it's a strange feeling for me . One that I'd rather avoid .

Years of reading fantasy novels will finally be put into good use! First, I may as well find out where I am currently. The thing I noticed first is that my vision feels like it is obstructed by something. I can't see much at all, and the place appears to be dark. I don't know what abilities an Imp has, can I check this somehow? Status? [Species: Newborn Imp] HP:50 DEF: 15 ATK:9 [Skills: Scavenging*; Iron claw*; Sprint*; Play dead*]

People with antisocial personalities are highly impulsive and aggressive, have no sense of shame and are unable to accept or be accepted by society. "I, too, am a sociopath," he says with a laugh. "I have never been born with such things as conscience and shame, and I am very likely to become a murderous criminal because of my ability. Don't you think I'd be better off finding my own kind and using them as guinea pigs to pass the time, rather than doing something worse?" Looking at Madman's dark green eyes and weird totem tattoos, I shuddered. It dawned on me that Madman, if he really was mad, was only as mad as Hansel.

the strange imp says. Things keep getting more and more bizarre. Maybe this was why those ideas made their way into my dream. “So, that is why you have been coming to me giving me dreams for years, but why not when I was in the prison?” I ask. “Too much iron…it burns me,” the imp says, scrunching his midnight blue face up and running his hands through hs=is long black hair. He’s about the size of a small Omega, maybe a few inches shorter than me. “Fae, especially certain kinds, don’t like iron, while others are strengthened by it. I’m a dream imp. Also known as a Child of Somnus. But not a very good one.”

“Yes, the exception. You see Niklaus Artymov tried to destroy you, your livelihood your reputation, everything about you, and you didn’t let that hinder you. You built yourself back up, sure you couldn’t get a job in the corporate world but your spirit never broke. I have seen countless people fall under his less than savoury side, and their lives were ruined.” “So what, I didn’t let a dickhead get to me, and that makes me special?” “No.” “Gee thanks, there goes my self-esteem.” Somehow he was even closer, his lips curling into a smirk that had humour in it, a humour that was too close to mockery for my liking. He was polarising, to say the least, Mr Emerson might be even more unpredictable

“You can’t be serious.” He leaned back, fingers toying lazily with the edge of his glass. “Dead serious.” “You’re delusional.” “You’re reckless.” “Excuse me?” My voice sharpened, my pulse climbing. “You don’t even know me.” “On the contrary,” he said, tone maddeningly calm, “I know you’re impulsive. The kind of person who acts before thinking, speaks before breathing, and drags chaos wherever she goes.” “Wow,” I said, leaning forward. “Did you read that off a fortune cookie, or are you just naturally arrogant?”

She’s not a mommy’s girl nor a daddy’s girl. Askar Is a 17 year old who is Hindu and Immortal. Who cannot be destroyed. His Ancestors' religion is Hindu, which haunts him. He doesn’t quite fit well in his family. It all changes when he gets turned immortal by his human mom who births him.. His life flashes before his eyes seeing his mom die while birthing him will hunt him for all the years he shall live. Sooner than later he is a vampire trying to fit in with the humans. He isn’t like any other vampire, he doesn’t thrust for human blood. He is more disgusted with it, that each time his dad brought home some human for him to try, he would instantly puke it out. But what he really craves is a