Moxie Girlz Cartoon Novels & Stories

Her plan to uncover the truth was finally within reach. ​In the midst of Moza’s happiness, the door suddenly swung open. A little girl with wavy brown hair ran inside. Her tiny hands held a piece of drawing paper covered in colorful scribbles. ​"Grandpa! Look! I can draw a mermaid!" she cried out joyfully. ​However, as she passed Moza, the little girl stopped abruptly. Her round eyes stared at Moza’s face without blinking. Then, without hesitation, she stepped forward and placed her hands on Moza’s waist.

KANE’s POV I look at the girl with my arms folded across my chest. Lily, that is her name. Lilies are supposed to be frail, beautiful and fleeting, but I see an unyielding fire burning behind her hazel eyes and because of this, I know that this is no ordinary lily. This girl is a fighter and no one on the face of the earth will be able to stand in her way until she sees justice served.

Hawwww maa see - izzah screamed. She also took a pillow and started running behind me. Everyone were laughing. And Izzah targeted pillow on my face and threw. And I move aside and it flied straight on someone's face who was just behind me. And it was none other than hadiya. "Not again - all screamed. "What the hell - screamed hadiya in anger. "Lomdi ka Thobda tut gaya (fox face broke) - dadi screamed and everyone chuckled. "Ohhhooooo hadiya your makeup - said izzah and hadiya screamed.

The girl with a pink Mohawk said as Molly sat back on the stool. “I found a new pretty.” Molly said beaming at Taz. “You need to leave the pretty alone. Becks will have your ass.” The girl looked at Taz. “Please tell me that you’re not with him.” Taz laughed and shook her head. “Waiting on my cousin, Knuckles.” “Good. He doesn’t need any more women in his life.” “Always need more women.”

Her chest would have made even Lexi look busty. The other girl was a redhead, like the boy and wearing a bikini like the blonde girl, but in dark blue. She was curvy, though not nearly as much as Molly. No one's curvy like me, Molly thought. It used to make her sad, that kind of thinking. But now it filled her with pride.

Tbey withdrew from the hug and returned to playing with their toys. “They are fucking big girls now,” Moxilla sniffed and I nodded my head. “Yep, they have met their inner wolf, and the second person that keeps them alive,” I chuckled, trying not to cry anymore. “Do you still want to put their life at risk because of your ego?” Moxilla asked, ruining my emotional moment. “You are fucking asshowle, that song allows me to enjoy a sensitive moment,” I snapped at her. “I am not an asshole, but you need to put your kids into consideration, that is the least you can do,” Moxilla sneered, indirectly calling me a bad mother.

Max rolled his eyes and replied in monotone. "Cie I'd done told your ass better stopping hunting me like I'm some of your hoes. Damn nigga!" Max shook his head with a little annoyance but you could tell he wasn’t serious. I studied the other girl carefully, well she's hot, like real hot, a little short from Max, a bit masculine but you could see the feminine side of her. Cie had a long messy bun on her head, brown eyes, a little chocolate light skinned. She had black skinny jeans with white Jordan's and a white t-shirt with a black back pack.

With a shaky breath, her small, cold hand reached out and placed itself timidly into his broad palm. Damien closed his fingers around hers, wrapping her hand in a warmth that sent a sudden, electric shiver straight to her heart. As he pulled her gently to her feet and took her heavy bag into his own hand, he looked down at the timid girl beside him, completely unaware that the little lamb he had just rescued was about to change his entire world forever.

It's makes us put everything aside and fight for things bigger than ourselves. That's why we run. **** We were running on the edge of a ravine when the trackers slowed. Thier noses to the ground, looking around. They start to whine. My wolf drops her pack and walks over to them. I call the wind. A silver wolf shifts. It's a girl named Saysha. "What's up?" I ask her. She looks around. "We lost it." I put my hand on my hip. "We'll they couldn't have flown away."

He muttered in anger, opening the button of his black trousers before harshly pushing the girl onto the sofa. "On all fours now." He ordered her in a cold tone, pulling down his trousers and boxers before climbing on the sofa behind her. When Chloe's face came to his mind again, he groaned in frustration and roughly plunged into the girl, grasping her wrists behind her back. The girl's cries echoed through the room. A lone tear escaped from Chloe's cheek mechanically when she heard their moans and groans from inside the room. She dashed to her room, her chest heavy with pain. Marie watched her, feeling sad for her.