Mlp Grown Up Flurry Heart นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Luca nudged his son from being stunned then looked back and forth between Melinda and his son staring contest. “So, found your beloved mate, Melinda?” Mira smirked and loudly asked what caught Melinda’s attention. She teased her about finding her beloved mate in the halfling wolf-witch, Ciel. “Mistress…” Melinda immediately blushed and glared at Mira instead. ‘But I’m worried about Dad…my mate is a wolf-witch and a rogue…this is…oh my goddess…’ “Don’t worry your father likes him.” Mira waved her hand to dismiss the worry in Melinda’s mind that suddenly passed through Mira’s thoughts.

Aunt Francia tearfully stated. "Everything will be fine, Auntie. I'm sure we'll find a donor soon." Kei tries to comfort the old woman. "I hope so, son. I would do anything and everything just to make him well again." the old woman nodded. Kei helplessly lets out a weary sigh while looki ng at his Uncle. He feels so useless because he can't really help him at a time like this... =============================== Mariya is busy watering the plants with the other children at the orphanage. It was a bright and beautiful morning, and this is the perfect time for them to water the flowers and their vegetable garden.

My heart felt lonely and devoid while my whole body seemed into be in flames. I reached for my pillow and embraced it tenderly just to confuse my mind that I was not alone. In a flash, I felt that my mind's unsettledness had to do with my recent appoint in the board. Before that I was just a very innocent, thought free and dedicated to my domestic chores and my husband. However, it was now apparent that my heart was going under rapid transformation the moment I interacted with the members of the board especially the obsessed secretary, Sammy.

he asked which caused me to open my eyes and feel the rapid beating of his heart. "Yeah," I answered. "A Glacia's heart is not beating, Fhyra," I freed myself from his embrace when I heard him. "What do you mean? Is that bad for you?! What shall we do--" "Shhh," He said as he took me back into his arms to calm me. "A Glacia's heart is frozen until it found it's soulmate," he said which made my eyes bulge. "You see, Princess? All I need is the touch of your flaming heart to melt my frozen one." he said sincerely which made my heart constrict because of too much happiness.

“You’ll be in big trouble.” “I already know that.” There was a hint of sarcasm as I looked back at the small window of the bathroom stall where my bestfriend Ariel was standing, pushing the backpack that she prepared for my escape. My escape. As exaggerated as it may sound, I found this very moment as my escape. The Coachella was the perfect event, the only event that I had to get away from all the craziness in my life right now. I just turned 21 and in a few weeks I would be shipped out to marry someone I barely know. I was being sacrificed to grow my father’s empire even bigger.

I wasn’t exactly good at people but I was willing to take my chances. Closing my eyes, I inhaled deeply. A warm sensation coursed through me and felt like I was spinning in the vortex. At first, I saw glimpses and bits of odds and ends just like the blurry images you see on antenna TV. Then, it cleared and I could perceive everything. *** “Aurora! Stop running. You have to drink your milk.” A young lady called out, exasperatedly chasing her daughter. The little girl giggled as she tried to get away from her mother. She kept turning back every few moments.

"Elara, right now we have to get him out of here." Still, I am unable to move. I am not able to think. Finn sees something distinct, hence something is unique. He is not in an unconscious state. He is beaming. He murmurs then, voice too low for anybody else to hear. You would come for me, I knew. And the earth pauses. For what purpose does that imply? I cannot breathe. My heart leaps and my head whirls. Finn, grinning, was on the ground blood seeping through his clothing. And the words he murmurs seem illogical.

The two heartbeats, frozen in the still image. "They're already different," Clara says. "You can tell." "Yes," Ethan says. "You can." "That's like the licorice," Clara says. "Same conditions, different expression." Valentina looks at her daughter — twelve years old, holding the first photograph of her siblings, making geological metaphors with the ease of someone for whom this is simply how understanding works — and feels the specific quality of a life that keeps producing things she could not have predicted and that are exactly right.

Fleurie's point of view: I was startled when I awoke in a dark room, in a lovely fluffy bed, which truly felt fantastic. I examined the powder baby walls, which had images hung on them, rewards on the shelf, and a large black screen. Standing up, I yanked the blankets off. I glanced at the images; there were people in them, a large family. It was freezing. I looked down at my outfit, which consisted of an enormous shirt and baggy sweatpants.