Novel & Cerita My Little Pony

Dallas’s eyes rake down Ford’s body, taking in the fact that he is wearing Dallas’s hoodie. Dallas licks his lip and Ford feels himself blush horribly. “Come on, let’s play beer pong. Pinkie Pie and Twilight Sparkle don’t stand a chance against us!” “I will literally murder you,” Ellie tells Dallas after hearing the nicknames he called them. “The fact that you understood that reference means you’ve definitely watched My Little Pony!” Dallas sing-songs over his shoulder. Ford looks back at them just in time to see Jae grab Ellie by the arm to stop her from strangling Wade. They wait for the current game to finish and then start setting a fresh bunch of cups ont

"We talked about this. You can't just demand presents from people." "Sorry, Mommy." But the girl didn't look sorry at all. She just kept staring at me, expectant. I crouched down to her level. "I did, yeah. But you're going to have to guess what it is." "Is it a unicorn?" "Better." She frowned, thinking. "A real horse?" "Close." "A PONY?" She clapped her hands, eyes shining. "DID YOU BRING ME A PONY?" Jamie laughed beside me—a real laugh, the kind that crinkled her eyes and softened her whole face. "Lily, if he gave you a pony, your mom would kill him on the spot."

While Vincent was busy learning about business and caring for his education, the young girl would often sneak into his house and climbed through his window, since his room was on the first floor. The young girl was always dressed in white dresses with lace and she always had this white tiger doll she used to carry around even after she became a teenager as if it was her most precious possession. At first when they started getting close, he did not really pay too much attention to her because although she was incredibly beautiful even at such a young age, he found her personality to be a bit unbearable.

"They have to win a fight. A real fight, I heard. Not just anyone can become a Luna, these Games are about weeding out the weak so that a pack gets a Luna of good quality." I never was much of a fighter but I remembered that I used to beat my little brothers when we were just pups. Of course once you reach your twenties your little brothers aren't so little anymore and it becomes wise to avoid a fight. Maybe I wasn't experienced, but I had some time to train and they wouldn't put me up to it on the first night at dinner. Would they?

"Yes. But sometimes he calls me a greedy cat. And I like that too." Thomas shook his head. "So weird." "And what do you call your student?" Ophelia elbowed him. Thomas blushed. "W-What do you mean? Her name, of course." "Oh come on. Maybe you've never said it outloud, but you have one in your head." She egged him on. His cheeks heated. "B-bunny." He said into his drink. "She's very expressive, and her nose scrunches a lot. Plus she has big dark eyes. So I started calling her bunny in my mind. Sometimes Bun."

for some reason it really intrigued Kristopher that Derek was curious how much his papa knows about him. Was Derek testing him or what? "Well i know you like yellow. but your favorite hero is thor. You hate vegetables but eats them because you are afraid of your mama scolding you. your favorite dessert is pocky and mango delight. you hate pants and prefer shorts...." "Papa you know so much about me" As quickly as Derek said that all excited and happy similarly he started weeping with running nose startling the fuck out of Kristopher "Derek did i do something wrong? did i miss something? listen i am sorry . don't cry"

ADAMS POV: “Please”her small body trembling against my hold. I've never seen anything or anyone more beautiful as my pet.Tears begin to feel her eyes,they're gorgeous. “You should have known the consequences before embarking on your stupid plan”I moved my hand around her neck, restricting air. I roughly released her neck. “I..I..I am sorry..”she stuttered. Mustering all the energy she could,Lisa pushed me and tried to run to the door.

“I drew Mommy, Daddy Adrian, Daddy Sebastian, Salma, Bunny, Barbie, Uncle Javier, Grandma and Grandpa, and one mean bird.” “Who’s the bird?” I asked. “The one that wanted to take my gelato.” “Makes sense.” She pulled something from the front pocket of her backpack. “And look! I got a new charm.” My hand, which had been fixing her hair, stopped. Poppy held the small thing up to the light. A unicorn. A tiny pearl-white charm, with a pale-purple mane, a gold horn, and a small metal star hanging beneath it. Cute. Cheap, but shiny enough to make a four-year-old believe she had found treasure.

The baby pony, with its velvety coat and big, curious eyes, brought a fragile sense of peace to my chaotic thoughts. I pulled out my phone and snapped a few pictures, capturing the serene beauty of the stable. Without overthinking, I posted them on I*******m, letting the world see a slice of the solace I’d found here. The minutes melted away unnoticed, the rhythmic brushing and occasional nuzzles from the ponies drawing me into a quiet world far from the noise of the party or the drama I’d left behind.

Stellina put Arianna's small body down after they arrived in the living room. "Ponies are cute, Mama. They have cute faces, big eyes, and perky ears. Their coat is also soft and thick. Their colors are also attractive, some are white, brown, black, or patterned." With eyes full of interest, Arianna talks about how nice it would be to have a cute pet pony. Stellina laughed at the funny chatter of the little girl who was always cheerful when she was with her. Diego listened to his daughter's conversation while loosening his tie.