Novel & Cerita Never Let A Unicorn Scribble

Shelly danced around excitedly. The damn walls were still spinning around. Just let me be, walls! She snapped at the wall. She noticed the unicorn hasn't replied to her question yet. "Well?" She prompted him. She saw him roll his eyes at her. Do unicorns roll their eyes? She asked mentally. "I'm the king of unicorns," the unicorn replied. She gasped loudly, astonishment and excitement shining in her eyes, "Will you take me pretty please, I wanna see the rest of other unicorns."

She then pulled out the paper and just as she had thought, at the top of the letter was a drawing of a unicorn and beside that was a cursive writing of the name Lily, a name that only Emily called her little sis. Lily had always been so drawn to mythical creatures and the one that caught her fancy the most was the unicorn. Because of her love for the magical beast, Lily always connected anything that she did with it. Her room was decorated with paintings of the unicorn and their father even had to, under the influence of Emily if course, build a wooden lookalike of the unicorn. The toy now had splintered edges and the horn broken in half due to Lily's constant playing with it. Emily shook he

Her dark chestnut hair which shone with the bright natural highlights were now limp and dull. Every moment passing was only causing his heart to break down even further. But then something strange happened. The unicorns started singing. They were standing in a circle and they looked heaven wards and started singing. It was like the music was coming off them in waves and rolling all over the area. Jillian and Solomon were now taking the grave dirt of Tourmaline’s ancestors and sprinkling it inside the circle and smoke started coming off them.

They held me close and cuddled me. I started to explain to them everything I was thinking and the stories that my uncle had told me about the monster. I couldn’t believe that no one had heard of Adonis and that he was just nowhere. What was going on? I talked to them about all I was feeling and how I knew the monster had something to do with my parents and it wasn’t as evil as I thought initially. I wasn’t sure what to make of it. I searched my brain as much as I could and continued hoping something would just appear in my mind.

Drawn to the serene atmosphere, we found ourselves settling onto a patch of soft grass, surrounded by the gentle whispers of nature. With the clearing as our canvas, Hazel and I began to sketch and doodle, lost in a world of imagination and creativity. We laughed and scribbled, expressing our thoughts and emotions through the strokes of our pencils. It was a beautiful collaboration, a testament to the power of friendship and artistic expression. As the afternoon sun began its descent, casting a warm golden glow over the park, Hazel and I sat back, admiring our spontaneous masterpiece. It was a simple sketch, but it held within it the essence of our friendship and the boundless possibilities

they shouted and yes they called me a Vampire because of my red eyes. I shivered when they threw a bucket of cold water over the stall door but made sure not to make a single noise. After a while I heard them leave. I waited for a while and stepped outside. I was disheartened seeing my reflection on the mirror. I was drenching wet, my eyes were puffy and my hair had chewing gum in it which would later force me to cut a whole chunk of my beautiful hair feeling helpless I started crying. _Flashback ends_ “Maybe, everyone's a little crazy in their childhood”

I wanted to explain that I just hoped she wasn’t pregnant so she wouldn’t be at risk of miscarriage. I just wanted her to be like when we were younger when she fell off a horse during a race and bled a lot, but the next day, she was completely fine. But I couldn’t form a single sentence. "Wait outside.” Luigi said. "I’m her mate. I need to stay with her!" "Do you lack common sense or do you have no heart? The operation requires a sterile environment. Are you trying to kill her? Do you think you haven’t hurt her enough?"

Two winter seasons. That is exactly how long my wolf has been bound to the most dominant, manipulative alpha male in the Raven Hollow Pack Settlement. Kenny Liu knows exactly how to handle my body. He knows the precise way to reel my inner wolf back in with heavy fur blankets, strong fire-whiskey, and a primal, explicit touch under the stars that leaves me completely breathless. But the second the winter sun rises over the pack lands, the alpha mind games start right back up. My best friend Thorne Matthews warns me that alphas only lie when they are trying to keep their partners compliant. I want to believe our sacred bond is real, but Kenny keeps ghosting our connection, disappearing in

Sabrina snapped her fingers in front of me and that was all it took to pull me back to the present. “Are you even listening to me?” she asked and I sighed. “Uhhh… yes, yes.” I blinked back a couple of times, willing my eyes to adjust to my surroundings again. “I heard you.” I said. “Of course.” She knew I was lying but she knew better than to push it. “The mating ceremony will be so fun. What if you find your mate there, Kieran?” Sabrina said. “Yeah.” I gulped. “That would be nice.”

“What is this for?” “We are going on a little picnic babe.” He replied and I smiled as I placed my hand in his open palm. I had a broad smile on my face as we walked out of the pack and began strolling. The sun was almost down and the atmosphere was just right for a beautiful picnic. My whole body was bubbling with excitement, Bree was feeling fulfilled and energetic, she loved being around her mate and her tail wouldn’t stop wagging as she purred in delight. A few people stared at us, smiling as they gave way and we waved at them, smiling back. “See, my people have accepted you as their Luna already.” He whispered and I chuckled.