Let It Go My Little Pony Novels & Stories

We enjoy an amazing performance and I am thrilled to get to meet the band backstage, but I am starting to feel overly hot. “Adonis, I hate to cut this night short, but we have to get going,” I say with terror in my eyes as I realize what is happening, one whiff of my scent which is rapidly getting stronger as my pheromones increase and Adonis nods. We make it to our vehicle and Adonis swiftly pulls me onto his lap. His voice is raspy and filled with need as he says, “ Allow me to give you some relief, My Little Kitten.”

“Sorry, these cookies were baked for my friend. For this lady to just take one without asking, don’t you think that’s a little rude?” Samantha, sitting beside me, bared her teeth like a little leopard. “That’s right, apologize! Didn’t your parents ever teach you not to take other people’s things without permission?” Ashley shrank back in fright, hiding behind Sean. Her voice was soft and timid as she said, “My parents are both gone. No one ever taught me that. Besides, there are so many cookies here, I only had a tiny piece. Why are you being so aggressive?”

Now, I knew he never let go of Summer. I stared at the beautiful birthday cake in his hands, and my chest ached. After I left, no one would ever remember my birthday again. I forced a polite smile and said, “Thank you.” “Mia, we’re mates. You don’t have to be so polite,” Lucien said with a smile, lighting the candles. “You’re one year older now. Make a wish.” I clasped my hands together and silently made a wish. “I’m twenty-four now. This year, I hope that after I leave, Lucien and Summer will be happy together. I hope Summer can love Lucien as deeply as I did. Goodbye, Lucien. I hope I never see you again.”

Clapping excitedly, she urged, "Daddy, let's go! I can't wait to go to the amusement park. I want to take lots of pictures and put them in the frame next to my bed!" A jolt of pain shot through my chest. I'd carried these pups for months and nearly died during labor, but as they left, the last bit of attachment I had toward them vanished. Later, I cleared out all my belongings in the villa, then dragged my suitcase downstairs. "Luna Aria, are you heading out?" Bill asked. I nodded. "I'm leaving. Remind Ethan to sign the agreement. And also, stop calling me 'Luna Aria'."

Let it go, let it go Can't hold it back anymore Let it go, let it go Turn away and slam the door I don't care what they're going to say Let the storm rage on The cold never bothered me anyway It's funny how some distance makes everything seem small And the fears that once controlled me can't get to me at all It's time to see what I can do To test the limits and breakthrough No right, no wrong, no rules for me I'm free Let it go, let it go I am one with the wind and sky Let it go, let it go You'll never see me cry Here I stand and here I stay Let the storm rage on..." “Babe, how many times do you want to watch Frozen?" Mike pouted giving Mabel a peck on her temple. “Um, forever!" She exclaime

The baby pony, with its velvety coat and big, curious eyes, brought a fragile sense of peace to my chaotic thoughts. I pulled out my phone and snapped a few pictures, capturing the serene beauty of the stable. Without overthinking, I posted them on I*******m, letting the world see a slice of the solace I’d found here. The minutes melted away unnoticed, the rhythmic brushing and occasional nuzzles from the ponies drawing me into a quiet world far from the noise of the party or the drama I’d left behind.

He would pin me against the window, his hands all over me, and tease, "Do you think people outside will think we're going at it?" He would shiver with laughter, stroking my hair, and make grand promises. "I'll give you the most epic crowning ceremony ever, so the whole world knows you're my Luna." I bought every word. However, three years on, I became the punchline of a very bad joke. Darren's forgotten every promise he ever made. Me? I played the fool 98 times too many. I looked up at the tangled shadows in Darren's room and could not help but laugh.

The alley was too small and deserted. "Let me go!" He leaned closer. "You think anyone here will protect you? You’re pack property." That word — property — made something snap inside me. I drew in a sharp breath, lifting my knee fast and hard. It caught him in the stomach. He grunted, staggering back. I bolted. Calen, however, was quicker. I was startled to a halt as his fingers caught my hair. Pain flashed bright as I gasped. "You’ll regret that," he spat.

My voice wasn't loud, yet it ripped through the romantic scene like a bomb. The smiles on the guests' faces froze. Everything seemed to pause in time. Even Yvonne's radiant expression stiffened. Her usually gentle eyes were now filled with embarrassment. "What are you talking about, Cindy? Today is my and Charles' big day…" Charles' face had drained of color. He stared at me intently. "What did you just say?" I stared straight at him and repeated firmly, "I don't love you anymore. It's over between us." With that, I put down the microphone and turned to leave. This place made me sick to my stomach.