روايات وقصص ضمن Life My Little Pony

Hello, My name is Sophie. I’m just a human girl raised by my mom and my stepdad. So what’s the point of telling a story, well, my human mom is a Luna! If you don’t know what that is, it’s kinda like a queen in my stepdad’s world. See he is kinda a King, called an Alpha.

Life is so confusing. ***

“Next you’ll say you’re communing with the spirits of sweaty warriors past.” I placed a dramatic hand over my heart. “You mock me, but I’m manifesting. One day, I’ll live in a castle with silken sheets and gold floors that clean themselves. There’ll be no mopping. Just gowns. And my prince charming will bring me breakfast in bed.” “Selene,” Liora deadpanned, “you’re an omega in Moonbane Pack, not a Disney princess.” “Yet,” I said, wagging my mop handle at her. “Y-e-t.”

If it's not my circus, not my monkey, I'm out. I've especially made it a point not to get involved with females because I know my life expectancy is short as fuck. Not for lack of trying on their part, I'm a handsome fuck if I do say so myself, or so I've been told though my sisters never cease to remind me of my good looks, which are somehow the bane of their existence. I keep telling them it's not my fault that their horny ass friends like to moon over me and would rather spend their time trying to break into my room than play sleepover games when they have them over.

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.

"Mark, what I become has nothing to do with you. You're just some orphan nobody wanted. If I hadn't taken you in, you'd have starved to death long ago." Rosalie was about to go on when her phone rang, and her expression flipped the second she saw who was calling. Her tone suddenly turned light and sweet as she answered, "Romy, I'll be right there." The moment that name left her mouth, my fists tightened, and a hot wave of anger hit me. So, in my past life, they'd already been involved at this point. Back then, Rosalie told me she was just meeting an old classmate, and I actually believed her.

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.