Indigo Park Mollie Macaw Novels & Stories

After closing the door of the villa, Millie turned around and saw the purple Pagani parked at the entrance, which belonged exclusively to her. A young man stepped out of the car and his lips curled into a playful smile as he spoke, "Ms. Caldwell, it seems like you've finally decided to leave this hell hole." "You didn't take long." Millie circled the car and got into the driver's seat. Marvin Maddock was Millie's loyal follower. When he was a child, he was very naughty. One day, he nearly drowned in the swimming pool and it was Millie who saved him back then.

Marky got nothing to do but to accept Zandro’s invitation, after spending some time with his Auntie Mae’s food house he immediately drove to Zandro’s villa. It was an hour’s drive from Hale University to the villa where he lives. The Villa only built on top of the hill, a big villa, the kind in which most bachelors have and dreamed of living secluded among trees on one of Moover City’s most exclusive streets, it had turrets, gables, dormers, balconies, a screened-in front porch, a free-standing garage, a gazebo, pool, formal gardens, an American dream.

The bird bobbed its head and looked around the place in high spirits. "Oh my god!" The bride exclaimed. "It's amazing!" Molly scoffed at the party trick, saying, "You must've put that bird in her palm earlier! It's the exact same color as the pompoms!" Stella looked at her and asked, "If you think that Mrs. Lowe and I were complicit, why don't you come and try it yourself, Ms. Moore?" "Okay. I want to see how you can conjure up a living thing right in my palm," Molly stood up and uttered as she stretched out her hand in front of Stella.

Hurrying out the house I leave my hair down its naturally wavy having a Brazilian mother and a Black father people can't really pin point my ethnicity I don't care to explain it to them my skin is dark toffee colour ,I have been told my eyes are hazel but change colour What I do know is that I am pretty how could Mr Parker resist this. Walking next door back to Kaylee's house with snacks in hand I find them already setting up for the movie "Hi Amanda you bought snacks" Mr Parker smiles at me showing me his dimples if I had any panties they will be damp "Yes I bought as many as i could find " Well what movie did you girls decide to watch?" How about Addicted about that married woman who is a

The little white birds were adorable. Molly could not help but walk toward the pigeons, so she bought a bag of birdseed from one of the people selling it to feed the pigeons in the park. Molly opened it and took some of the seeds out. She then walked over to the pigeons, got down on her knees, and gave them the food. She looked at the little white pigeon, which stretched its neck and pecked once. Over time, more and more pigeons came to Molly to get food.

" Candy commended the bird. ''Let's keep it. Please… please… please'' Night cried. ''Alright we will. Little one what's your name and where do you come from?'' Alice asked the black bird. 'Oh what do I say now without being caught?' Marline thought within herself. ''Errrrm… My name is Malia. '' Marline replied with a sign of nervousness. ''Awwwn pretty thing with a pretty name.'' Night shouted. 'Hmmph! I will take revenge on you all. Just wait and see.' Marline thought within herself. ''So where are you from? Your parents? Family? Don't you have any?'' Candy asked. ''Errrm.. I live in a faraway nest, about thousands of kilometers from here.''

I wasn't one to stand for bullying, especially toward a girl I was beginning to see as a close friend. I was going to advise her to let Alix know about it when a Mistdove flew through my open window and landed on my bed, making us squeak in surprise. It was a white mistdove with dots of blue colors scattered across several parts of its tiny white body. It was Milli, my aunt's mistdove. The tiny dove chirped at me as if waiting for me to do something.

The butterflies dancing in the garden are the most colorful ones I have ever seen. Not far away came the sound of birds. I looked ahead and saw two white peacocks strolling in an empty meadow. A blue-feathered macaw flew past and soon landed on a branch. An old woman was sitting in a wheelchair under a tree, her hand holding birdseed to lure the macaw. The macaw took one look at the food in her hand. It swooped down with its wings and pecked at some of the food with its beak. Then it flew back to its original position, its beak slowly chewing the food in its mouth.

As we neared a turn in the lane, I saw peacocks and parrots, and then we passed a small lake with swans. But I still wasn’t prepared for the palace. Malo’s summer palace was an Italian-themed, sprawling edifice that looked like the façade of a Vegas casino. The marble and limestone were fashioned with a dozen arches and two dozen Doric columns. The front drive was flanked by two enormous statues of two naked she-wolves fashioned mid-transition with their granite breasts with pointed nipples resting on front paws with extended claws. A few yards past that was a spewing fountain flanked by two smaller lion statues, and past that were two statues of Tibetan guard dogs. Above the towering front

It was the beginning of everything. After I’d completed my official patrol of the perimeter, which included barking at two suspicious leaves, marking three separate trees, and breaking up a shady-looking pigeon gathering, I permitted myself to play. There were other dogs in the park. I knew them. Well, most of them. Milo, the golden retriever, has no impulse control. Olive, the rescue mutt, always brought a squeaky toy and never shared it with anyone. And a rotating pack of doodle variations who never stopped moving and probably ran an underground treat exchange.