Napkin Whisper With Wings Novels & Stories

Who is this mysterious voice behind those words? Shortly afterward, a gentle touch graced my head, its warmth spreading to my right cheek. It seemed to restore my heartbeat to a steady rhythm, echoing loud in my ears as if I had just returned to life. Driven by curiosity about the identity of this person, I attempted to open my eyes, only to find my fingers moving instead. The unknown figure tapped my forehead thrice, and as if by magic, my eyes fluttered open. Before me stood a female creature, a mirror image of myself. With perfectly white hair and swan wings, she wore a crystal crown, adorned with a water drop pendant on her forehead, and a dress crafted from a blend of lace and silk, pur

She exclaims then chuckles “But I can’t help but notice you are leaving little to the imagination downstairs…better hope your man doesn’t get you hot and bothered in that!” “Yeah, I’ll tuck tomorrow, but today I have been untucked, so I thought that since the public isn’t going to see I wouldn’t worry about it…the question is feathers? Or LED wings?” “Wings!” it’s unanimous…Angel and all the queens love the wings. Angel adds “Mariposa is named for you, so why not be that butterfly your uncle adores?” “Really? You named the club after Nova?” Lolli asks.

"As with everything I'm sure it will come to light soon enough." That was the way things seemed to work for us. Something new would always just pop up out of the blue when we least expect it. I gave Liam a quick peck on the lips before I left the warmth of his arms and walked to the closet to find my replacement clothes. Liam headed for his dresser, so I assumed he must have wanted to put on something more comfortable. I slipped on a periwinkle blue backless sundress. I wanted something that kept my back free just in case my new wings decided to make themselves known again. "What did Wendy whisper to you? Or is that a secret?" I asked from in the closet.

What thoughts are going through your pretty little mind? Lifting her head, she cracked her neck and unfurled her wings from the skin between her shoulder blades. The thin blue fabric of her dress moved as they reached out from beneath it. Her shoulder blade jutted with a slight scraping sound. The brown flesh-covered wing emerged. Unfolding like an accordion. Flexing her shoulder blades caused the ten-foot span to straighten, whispering over the furniture before relaxing. Utterly silent he took a step back and ducked to evade one flexing wing.

I said, and walked away. It wasn't too hard to get to the shop where I could get the napkin. “Hello” I tapped the sales lady who smiled at me seductively with a wink. “What do you want, handsome? I can get you whatever… I mean, whatever it is that you want” She was already flirting with me, but that's the least of my problems. “I want err… a napkin” I managed to say. “Oh… you mean serviette papers?” She kept on winking at me.

Her curiosity was a ledger. When we rose to leave, she took my hand in both of hers and placed something in it, two small folded napkins, embroidered with initials. I smiled, surprised, and for an instant thought this was affection. Emeka laughed and squeezed my hand, delighted, and I walked out with the napkins pressed to my palm like a small map.

Winter came fast and harsh in New Yorke. She let out a soft breath. A small patch of mist appeared on the glass window. She moved her finger across it and drew lines without thinking. The table beside her was piled with sketches. The mist slowly disappeared. She turned back to the design and stared at the broken butterfly on the page. She spun the charcoal between her fingers and pressed it down to draw a long, sharp crack across the wing. “Yvette, your ‘Broken Butterfly Wings’ collection has been fully pre-ordered by Chanel!”

Since Mane couldn’t speak to Hildegarde whenever he was around others, she could say anything she wanted and beam in satisfaction as Mane could do nothing to defend himself. She was right though. The stick Mane was chewing onto was called the ‘Lover’s Whisper’. It was mined from the trunk of a millennium old Hyperion. It was great for clearing the head, and easing a person’s fatigue. It prevented cases of accumulated fatigue, and was very rare. It lightened a person’s burdens, and was a generally useful. However, it had some side effects and some negative aspects. The negative aspect of Lover’s Whisper was its smell and taste. Anyone taking it for the first time would be repulsed by how it s

“If you have any questions about Richard, or if you are just curious, I’m very discreet.” Nervous laughter escaped from my chest. The thought of paying for her services had already crossed my mind. Awkward silence followed as questions zoomed through my head. I imagined her black hair flying as she raised a whip in her hand. I wanted to receive her punishing blows. She opened her clutch again. This time she drew out a business card. “Let’s get together for lunch sometime. I think you and I could become good friends.” Whitney glided closer to me. I could feel her warm breath on my face. She smelled like an expensive men’s cologne, a heady mix of natural oils with hints of patchouli and leathe

Jenny told her and Erica nodded thoughtfully. “Next to Sparkle is Whisker, he is in charge of the sweet treats. Unlike Sparkle, he likes to use a magical whisk” Jenny said and Erica watched as he whipped up fluffy clouds of whipped cream and spun sugar into intricate designs. His creations seemed to dance on the plate, enticing all who beheld them.