Mumble From Happy Feet Novels & Stories

The gown I had on was also way too heavy, and the jewels easily added more pounds. *Let’s just run later your feet will feel better,* Mila said. *I don’t think pounding our paws into the dirt will help. But ohh! A foot massage from Damien sure would,* I said, nearly melting. I was certain I should be paying attention to the parts where my mates were being sworn in, but I could only think about sitting down. And peeing, oooh I really had to pee. *That’s why being shifted is so great! You just go go go! Go here, go there, go everywhere when the mood strikes you just let it flow,* Mila said.

I gritted my teeth. "I said put me down you fucking cunt." I muttered as I hit his back frantically and kicked my legs. "Put me do—!" I was about to protest until I felt him hit my ass roughly with his bare hand while carrying me, making my words stuck in my throat. After minutes of walking through the nightclub, I noticed that everything is back to normal in the main area of the club. It was only the venue that was affected, which is soundproof. I clenched my jaw from annoyance to think that Regio really knew damn well what they were doing, smart enough just to get anything that they want.

I heard Everest yelp suddenly and the smell of his blood reached me. "Ouch! What was that for?" I heard Everest complain. "MILO COME TO ME!" I ordered. "Don't you dare- OUCH!" Everest yelped and then I heard the sound of struggling. "GOOD BOY, COME TO ME!" "Milo! He's going to do dirty things to you! Don't get up out of the-" I heard a thud then and Everest groaned before I could hear Milo's light footsteps racing over to the door before he tripped right by it.

I’m sure my mascara flaked, my hair is tangled in what I can only describe as criminal humidity, my toes are freezing through my socks, and my ankles are numb where the cable ties cut into them. So all in all, I’m not in the best mood. A scream breaks through the thin walls. Spills into our space like water through a crack in the floor. Female. Muffled. Raw. Then the laughter starts. Men. Three? Maybe four. Their voices blur together. Whooping, cheering, like they are at a bar watching a game. One of them even whistles. “Make sure you capture this. A nice movie for the boss.” My blood ice instantly. Not the dramatic kind. The literal kind. My fingertips go numb.

Jasper looks suspicious, but kisses her hand and waits to hear what she has to say. “Dad- uh, I-I mean, Mister Cirillo bought us a puppy to be friends with our wolves. His name is Mister Happy. He’s a Saint Barnyard and still in our bedroom.” Kara pouts to match Katie. Jasper suppresses a laugh at her mispronunciation. “He’ll be sad without us.”

“Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to you, Mummyyyy...” the twins flanked on each side of me drag the words out in a sing-song voice. El rolls her eyes but her smile never falters. I tilt the screen of my laptop to have a better view of her face. Her smile is not directed at me but the sight of it warms me. Our eyes meet briefly, she looks away. “Happy birthday to you.” They look at each other. “Hip. Hip. Hip.”

The sound of Theo's laughter echoed through the hallways, a joyful melody that filled the air with warmth and light. Theo came running towards Hazel, his face alight with happiness at her return. "Mama Hazel, you're back!" he exclaimed, wrapping his arms around her in a tight embrace. Hazel's heart swelled with love for the energetic young boy she cared for, his presence a constant source of joy and wonder in her life.

His eyelashes were flickering, and tears crept out of the corners of his eyes. "I feel like I'm in a dream. Everything's just so wonderful. I'm so glad to have you by my side." He ran barefoot across the sand with his arms wide open. As the wind blew, he called out, "Jeanette!" He turned around to look at me. "I'm here."

But some people--himself and who knows who else--do want me to be comfortable, even if the higher powers--Victor Kurts, for instance, perhaps that awful Elvira person I met earlier--couldn’t give a rat’s ass whether or not I am comfortable or happy or even able to keep my composure while I am here. “Thank you so much,” I tell him. He nods, tells me he’ll see me later, smiles at Mim, tells her goodbye, and then heads out, leaving her grinning after him so wide, I can almost see her back teeth. As soon as he is gone, I giggle. It isn’t like me to do so, but I can’t help it. I am making a similar sound to the one that Mim made earlier, to the one she has been making all afternoon. That high-pit

I shuddered. "Ibrahim! I'm so glad to finally see you, sweetheart," Rhea squealed like a little girl. She pulled back but the proximity was still close. "We left our manor right after lunch, but the ride took ages and the road was painfully bumpy. It was dreadful! The girls and I are so happy to move in," she said sweetly, as if she meant it, as if she loved the idea of becoming one, big, happy family.