Life My Little Pony Novels & Stories

The screen read: Little Bird: Miss you already The blood drained from my face, and I quickly picked it up, hoping she hadn't seen. But it was too late. Her eyes had already locked onto the screen, and the realization washed over her like a cold wave. "Little bird?" she whispered, the anger and hurt in her voice a mirror of the emotions that were tearing her apart. “Who the hell is little bird? You lied to me about being with someone!” I froze, the blood draining from my face. "It's nothing," I stuttered, trying to come up with a plausible explanation. But it was too late.

I wonder if we can be as close as we were before last summer when most of us phased and the pack formed. I guess my life could be worse. I could have imprinted on a middle schooler, like our other packmate, Tony Lam. Poor Tony. I guffaw as I think of that moment when he laid eyes on the 12-year-old with the high ponytail and braces. The cartoon hearts floating around his head were almost visible. Oh yes, it could be worse.

Belle's perspective. The train ticket took me to a quiet seaside town, where I began a new life. There was a little bookstore in town, and I became the clerk who organized the shelves. The store was always hushed, with only two sounds breaking the silence: the rhythm of waves crashing against the seawall, and the soft rustle of pages turning. Joe's face, Ivy's words, the blinding lights of that celebration banquet–they all began to blur, as though fading into the distance.

she mumbled behind her hand. "Fuck off, Tanya!" I groaned, slapping her arm, and she laughed like she'd just won a prize. "You're such a little shit." "Yeah, but I'm your little shit," she said with a wink. I turned away from them both and stared back at the city lights. My reflection caught faintly in the glass door—long black hair falling over the green and gold of my dress. Before me stood a Luna. A healer. A mother. A girl who just wanted to survive and ended up in the middle of an ancient legend.

In two days, I was moving to Silicon Valley to start my position at SiporaTech. A month ago, the sheer thought of change would have had my chest tightening up in a panic. But today, as I taped up the final box of textbooks, I just felt a peaceful calm. The storm had passed, the rumors had died down to nothing, and I had my life in order. The front door clicked open, and there was only one person that would show up unannounced. "Yo, Teach! Need some help?" Maverick called out, walking into the living room.

They stand out even among their impressive entourage. Alpha Percy dismounts his "steed," landing deftly on the gravel below from the center of the small cluster of people. As if in silent tandem, his companion – Luna Darla, presumably - dismounts, too, with an eerie, lithe grace to her movements that reminds Alcina of- absurdly enough, a jungle cat. The two of them are like an otherworldly picture, painted of the exact intricate magic as that which had created Lord Brendan's remarkable image.

Bhabhi scoffed and said rolling her eyes,"No! You're lucky. Actually she's all ready but she slept again as there was time for breakfast. So she has already took her bath! You don't need to worry!" "Can't you do that? I am hungry!" I whined then heard Snickers from behind. I turn and gave Duggu bhaiya a glare. He smirked and sat on his seat and so did dad. "Morning Yuvi!" They both wished to which I wished back and went upstairs to My princess' room. I opened the door and squinted my eyes at the vibrant colour. Girls and their love for pink!! I stepped inside carefully not waking any of her soldiers up. Yeah! You guess it right! These stuffed jokers are her soldiers and she is the Princess o

Emily P.O.V I should’ve known this day would end like this, in an absolute disaster. But no, I just had to come out to this darn date. My day started of like this, first the air was hot and humid. So much so that the sweat ran down my back, my make-up ended up in a complete disaster not to mention my hair. My heel broke before I even made it to work, I then broke of the other so that my feet could at least be equal height. After this I had a horrible day at work, meetings from start to finish and of course I did all of this with my broken heels and smudged make-up. After work I drove home and got a flat tire, I had to fix it all on my own because well this is how I grew up. Independent, I ma

Life is not a fairy tale. Life is hard and painful. It is dark and empty. And maybe it's a Fairy Tale for most people, maybe it is happy and always sunny, but that's not the case for me. Who am I? Well, my name is Rain. I have no last name, just Rain. I'm an orphaned witch in the Blue River werewolf pack. I always wondered what my parents were like and why they abandoned me in a wolf pack, of all places. Did they not love me? Was I a mistake? Are they even still alive? I may never know the answers to the many questions, and I doubt I have a peaceful future ahead of me.

I feel a pit in my stomach, not recognizing any of them. I look up at Liam for help, shocked to find him watching me with curious eyes. When I glare at him, he tries not to laugh and gives me a cheeky look, “Did I tell you that you’re also the Luna of my pack? We made it official right before your accident.” I laugh. “Okay, this dream is getting so weird right now...” “It’s not a dream,” Liam says. “This is reality, Aurora.” My eyes narrow, and I hiss, “My name is Phoebe...”