Nickel X Balloon Novels & Stories

Noah nodded, his gaze a little wary—he was probably developing a fear of clowns at this very moment, but that could be handled in therapy when he was older. “When you get enough water in his mouth, a balloon will grow on top of his head, and then it will pop! The first person who gets their balloon to pop wins. Sound like fun?” He nodded again and hugged my neck. I could tell he was a little nervous, but he’d enjoy it once we sat down and got to it.

A white balloon suddenly whizzes past my face as I dodged instinctively. *Crack* It lands on the door behind me. Hold on....do balloons crack? Other balloons made a wet splat on the door. Why did that white balloon crack? Unconsciously, I turn half-way around to look at what cracked on the door, only for the pups to throw another set of balloons again. *Crack* Though this time, I knew what that white balloon was, by the gooey substance dropping from my forehead. An egg with a stinky smell.

Knew exactly what Bri meant and he really couldn’t agree more. “Here, let me tie them for you, otherwise we’ll be here all day.” Nick made quick work of them before heading over to the window, laughing at the unsuspecting people below. “When daddy?” “In 3, 2, 1, drop them.” Both kids looked at each, saw Terri down below, beamed and dropped two balloons right on her, laughing as she screamed. “NICK, TAMARA, AND THOMAS! When I get up there, I’m hurting you!”

She explained to me. The party went on and on people smiling happy for their Alpha and Luna. People were snacking and place bets one whether it was a boy or a girl. Before I knew it it was time to find out the gender. We all gathered around the blanket and Hannah climbed the ladder and counted down to drop the balloon. "Three." She started "Two." "One." She says.. She drops the balloon. The wait was not long although it felt like for ever before it hit the ground. When it hit the ground it exploded and pink went everywhere.

He knew how important Master was to Uncle Neil and the favor the Walters owed Lai-Li and Bai-Min, although he didn’t know the other three, he treated them all with the utmost respect and made sure there was no shortcomings in their arrangements before running away to join little treasure’s crew. Augusto had also completed his arrangements; he had managed to secure 5 large hot air balloons that could seat 30-35 people; about 3 that could seat 20-25 and 10 small ones that could fit 2-8 people. He couldn’t believe the schematics and the expected arrangements of the venue were actually chartered by a six-year-old; What sort of monstrous geniuses was his Lord rearing?

the tallest one said. "Fat Luna," the smallest one yelled, already reaching into a plastic grocery bag. "Stupid, fat, ugly Luna." "My mom says you're getting replaced," a girl in the middle announced. "She says the real mate is back and you're going to be thrown out." The second balloon came fast. Briar took it on the arm. Cold water sheeted down her sleeve and dripped off her fingers onto the pavement. She stood there. The children waited to see what the stupid Luna would do.

“Mom, I do this stuff for a living. I know people who’ll work in a snowstorm if the price is right.” I scroll through my contacts and find a balloon artist I used before. Text her. She replies instantly with a Yes, I’m available. And yes, she’ll work in the cold with heaters. I promised her a convenience f*e, and she responded with no problem. I look up. “Balloon artist is secured. What else we got?” Amara blinks. “Wait… what are you talking about?” “I told you. I do this for a living.” She gives me the color scheme of lavender, sage, white, and gold, with a “We Are Twinning in 2026” theme. I send everything off. Done.

A mother quickly covered her child’s eyes, pulling him away from the yard while she threw a disgusted look in Ryder’s direction. "Mom, isn’t that a big Willy?" One of the guest's children asked, pointing with unfiltered curiosity at the giant balloon that was, unmistakably, a massive inflatable cock. The balloon swayed in the wind, its two attached “balls” were attached underneath. The dick was swinging back and forth like an anaconda. The head of the balloon was pink, and the shaft was disturbingly realistic, complete with wrinkles that mimicked an actual… well , you get the idea.

The man convinced me to play again to trade up to one of the pretty unicorns. “Come on,” Hailey said. “You kicked butt that first round. Are you worried it was a fluke? Beginner’s luck?” I shook my head and gave it another shot, successfully popping several more balloons. “How’s that for a fluke?” “I think the lady needs to try,” the carny said. I looked at Hailey. She nodded. “I’m a pretty good throw. If I get three balloons, I want that big unicorn.” “That’s a top prize,” the man argued.

“You can go look” I go in to find the message and scroll up, reading their interaction: Balloon guy: ‘Hi can I buy some balloons ?’ Cynamon: ‘Uhh hi ... sorry I don’t have any balloons’. Balloon guy: ‘Don’t you have any Elsa foil balloons’. Cynamon: ‘No sorry ... I had some left over from a party I hosted like 3 years ago’. Balloon guy. ‘So you don’t have any frozen balloons ?’ Cynamon: ‘Nope ... I don’t have any balloons. I can make cupcakes with any theme you like though’.