Murid Novels & Stories

a loud voice suddenly filtered into my ears before I felt my body shaking and suddenly, it felt as though everything was fading away, Zander, the angry pack of wolves, the dark forest, and even the pain. “Mia, wake up,” the voice said louder this time, shaking my arms and my eyes shot open to see soft brown eyes staring into mine. “It’s the nightmares again, Mia,” he spoke, staring into my eyes sympathetically. I continued staring back at him in confusion, trying to calm my racing heart, when his fingers skidded across the sides of my eyes and I felt the cold liquid he was trying to clean away. “You were crying,” he voiced out as if to explain his actions.

I said as I crossed my arms in front of my chest. "I love mint choco." He said and I stopped. "Disgusting!" I hissed and he laughed. "Why is that disgusting? It's good." "I feel like brushing my teeth when I eat that flavour." I shook my head. "Do you have a pet?" He asked. "I have a black labrador at home. How about you?" "Really? I have a labrador too!" He said and I turned to him completely surprised. "Millie.. her name." "Blue.. his name." I turned to him and looked at him straight into his eyes.

He's flat on his back on the mattress while she humps up and down over him like a lunatic while she lets out these awful screeches of pleasure, is all wrong, and as much as I want to stop watching it, I can't, I can't peel myself from this sad attempt of some kind of mediocre porn. The continuous moans, grunts, and the slap of bodies and the thrusting of his untanned ass cheeks, which are ridiculously white because now he has made a quick change to doggy. At least with her, he shows some enthusiasm.

answered Eurie evidently annoyed. "Okay. So I answer, it's not genetic mutation. It will take hundreds of years before this planet could have mutants as seen on the television. And even if it comes early, genetic mutation would only result to reptile-like humans like Ninja Turtles and not normal looking girl who can freeze a room and disturb me in such a busy morning." "Tsk. Whatever, but turtles are not reptiles. They are amphibians, genius!" "At least I didn't say their mammals!" Uncle Sid talked back as Eurie aimed at the door.

Not because she was doing the laundry (I’m not that sexist), not even because she was wearing a long yellow skirt, like a sarong (men wear them, too), but because of the six breasts on her chest. The others all sat up and gawked. We were far enough away, and the foliage on the island was thick enough that she couldn’t see us unless she had a really good look. Still, I think we all felt like it would be best to keep as quiet as possible. “Actually,” said Dudley in hushed tones, “I’d say more likely a mouse-woman.” “How can you tell?” Maurice whispered back. “Mice have longer snouts, and their ears are bigger in proportion to their head. In addition to which, rats have naked, scaly tails. That

I screamed in fear. Even more surprisingly, one of them started to speak. Genuinely speaking in human language. "Oh, come on, don't call us squirrels! That name is so tacky. That's just a human term for rodents who like to eat nuts. But we are different!" "Then what creatures are you guys?" "Yeah, call us neighbors? Because we live not far from here." The squirrel actually smiled broadly. "My name is Roka!" "I'm Moka!" "And I'm Koka!"

"Okay." I think for a moment. "One: My favorite animal is the wombat." "The wombat?" Marcus asks with a startled chuckle. "Do I even know what a wombat is?" "An adorable marsupial native to Australia," I answer. "And don't interrupt." Marcus salutes, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Two: I have a birthmark in the shape of a strawberry on my right thigh." I can see Marcus's expression darken at that one – in a very hungry way. His gaze darts down to my lap before flickering up to meet my eyes again.

Did he say mates? Did you say mates? I did. Listen. Don't freak, but I'm going to move up beside you. And I won't look like me. A ribbon of thrill snaked through her. Everything she'd read so far in the book came rushing back to her on a tidal wave of excitement. She sat perfectly still, watching from the corner of her eye as a large animal moved softly into her peripheral range. She turned her head slightly and her eyes widened. A huge black-pelted animal moved casually until it was on the porch right next to her. About the size of a Great Pyrenees dog, it could have been one of the drawings in the book come to life.

Maia: 6 years old I wake up and yawn, stretching my arms high above my head. I’m sitting in a large hollow tree trunk. I have no idea why I’m here or how I got here. I feel soft moss under my feet and crawl out from the tree. Animals and critters in the forest gather around and approach me. They gently nuzzle their noses against my legs, and when I sit down on the grass, they curl up on my lap. There are rabbits, foxes, squirrels, deer, elk, birds, and mice. They follow me around and do not leave my side. I feel safe and loved in this forest, and I want to live here forever. The forest is my home, my safe place, my everything.

Moon urged. "What is going to happen with this?" Rex asked a little nervous. "Your Wolf represents all your anger, your need for blood and violence. Wrapping in a ll up in a nice little bow, containing it is your human. Do you know your wolf's name?" Mook asked. "He has a name? I've always addressed him as Rex, as I do myself. " Rex looked at Moon confused. "Yes, your wolf has a name. Kit is the human, Singularis is his wolf. I am Moon and my Wolf is Krynn." Moon revealed.