My Mr Mermaid Novels & Stories

their voices chorused in unison. My frustration simmered as I roughly released the gasping mermaid back into the pool. Turning back to the secluded mermaid, I demanded, “So? Her name?” The director rose swiftly, rushing towards me with a palpable unease in his demeanor. “Ma…Marilyn. Her name is Marilyn,” he stammered. Jarek’s eyes narrowed, suspicion evident in his gaze. “Is she not the one who’s been making waves on the internet?” he inquired.

haha We have come close to the three mermaids. The bald one has a wound in the chest and the other is holding a spear made of rusted iron with a tentacle-like head. The water was mixed with blood and suddenly I was nervous because aren't sharks sensitive to blood? What if the MEG is here? That might just turn us into a toothpick. The two mermaids looked at us and suddenly their mouths opened without a sound. They seem to be talking but we can't hear anything!

Maxwell asked, inspecting me from where he stood beside Halcyon, both of them suddenly looking a lot closer than I remember them being. "I have made it so that her Mermaid attributes can only be seen by those who know of her true identity. From her eyes to her skin which shines when making contact with water; If a person isn't aware that she's a Mermaid, then that person will only see a normal Human who's simply unfairly gorgeous." I breathed out a long breath of air, her words dawning on me. This was possibly the most useful gift I've ever received. "You know what that means?" Rick whispered, and I laughed, looking up at him.

She shook her head no, her auburn curls bouncing with the motion. "They're mermaids." Her mouth dropped open, and her face lit up with unadulterated awe. "Each night, while everyone is fast asleep in their beds, the mermaids swim up to the surface to collect all of the happy memories that people made that day." He tickled her stomach, and her laughter filled the night. "With each memory, every smile, and every laughter, that they pluck from the surface, the magic fills their hearts. And that's why they glow that beautiful color."

Lavana felt bad. She'd saddened the little one again. What was wrong with her tonight? "Hehe. Why do you always believe? I'm a mermaid. Of course, I love fish the most. Where would you see a meat-loving mermaid? Fish is excellent for my body. I'm very thin so I must eat and get fat. Then you can push me around in a wheelbarrow." she started eating it with relish. "If you get too fat, I'll just run off."

His closest friends and I held a vigil for him and went to his funeral together… That was why seeing all of this was so strange to me! “Linda, don’t be so brash. What you’re seeing right now is reality.” He held onto a cane and walked towards me step by step. “I did, in fact, die during that stormy night, but I’ve come back to life! Look at me, isn’t my physical condition amazing? I’ve even become younger! This is all because I’ve extracted the merpeople genes! Is this not a miracle?” He pointed at a glass tank being transported towards our direction as he spoke. My gaze followed his direction and saw a gorgeous black-haired mermaid with oriental features sealed within the water tank. Her bl

In her hands was a large snail shell, its surface glistening faintly. Rhea’s eyes narrowed. “Why are you holding that?” “It holds my secret,” Mermaid said, placing it into Rhea’s hands. “Take it.” Rhea nearly snatched it, suppressing a victorious grin. So the great Mermaid hands me her weakness on a platter? How stupid can she be? “I can only use my tail in water,” Mermaid continued calmly. “But if even a drop touches me on land, it will force the change—and I will die.”

-Ladies and gentlemen, I present you, the butt pocket. I put the phone in front of me and started recording my ex-boyfriend swimming in a gigantic aquarium in the middle of a children's birthday bash. "Where do I sign up for his job?" Weston gushed, "I want to be a mermaid! I want to see Merlia Summers and I want to save Oceana!" East asked with a dumbfounded expression while staring at his brother indecorously, "Merlia who?" Oh, this uncultured swine.

Maggie It was thick darkness. Only the sound of the rustling of leaves and creeping night insects could be heard. She glanced at her wrist watch, it was 9.02pm. But she stood there at the center of the large compound of St Patrick's Catholic church waiting, standing in front of her white Mercedes Benz, waiting for her meeting with the Medusa demon - the Vampire. They were two minutes late to the meeting, one she had arranged risking her very existence. The Vampire had contacted her demanding to know her status with the location of Fisheye. She had told them that she didn't have Fisheye, but she had something better - the flash drive! Hence, she set the meeting point and time.

It was driving me crazy. Did I mention my life sucked? Inhaling another deep breath, I marched to the theatre room. Little Miss Mermaid had to watch those little girly shows on her own today. I was not going to change my plans because of her. Alex was a man. A fucking grown man. Not a toy she could play with.