Otis Firefly Novels & Stories

The whole world would know my name and I would finally be able to interview stars without having them bolting the other direction whenever there is a subtle flash from my camera. Sighing I closed my Laptop, leaning back in the chair, glancing down at the letter from Flair Mag in my hand. Just one story, one itsy bitsy story on Justin Star Ryder would do it. I glanced around at the lofty light peach walls of my room, leaning my head back as I stared at the ceiling, about to close my eyes when I heard the front door open, voices coming from down stairs. Standing up, I let my curiosity take center stage, walking out the room and down the hallway, starting my decent down the stairs, I stopped at

He lies, promises fake futures, and when he gets bored, he throws them away. Lisa doesn’t see it. And why would she? She looks at the world like it’s not out to get her. She could make any man fall for her, especially someone pathetic enough to rely on flattery like Brooke. But he isn’t getting near her. Not when I’m in the picture. If I can’t have her, no one will. Call me a selfish bastard, I don’t care. I wear that title like a crown. Then came the moment I could get the reason to fire her. She stared at me with fire in her eyes. Not fear. Not submission. Fire.

She sat on the kitchen counter and drank the smoothie which just tasted like honey and strawberries. "Come here." Beau whispered to her as he came back from her room. "Close your eyes and let me guide you." "Okay." She let him lead her into the bedroom and sit her down. "You can open your eyes now." She did so and gasped. "Oh goodness!" "Lower your voice you'll wake Ella up." "Sorry, it's just. Are these actual fireflies?" "No. They are really small lights shaped like fireflies. The floating effect is made by the electric charge on the caps. It's something I've been working on."

“You’re… magnetic. The light you emit is blinding. You could send me across the ocean, and I’d still find my way back to you.” She rested her head on his shoulder, exhausted. He helped her up, then suddenly dropped to one knee. Chloe stared at him, stunned. “What are you doing?” In his hands was a jar glowing with fireflies. “Will you be my mate, Chloe?” She opened the jar, tilting her head back as the fireflies encircled her. “Yes,” she said softly.

I sat down on the chair and cleared my throat before the pianist started the keys for ‘Light a Fire by Angela’. “Loneliness, you’re tied around my wrist,” I sang and slowly stole the attention of the audience. I sang passionately as I stared into Derek’s eyes and smile. “Oh, I was born to break these chains, like a spark before the flames; watch me a fire, fire in my soul. Yeah, I can feel it in my bones, like a dream ready to explore; watch me light a fire…” I sang smoothly. The moment I was done, the people were cheering as Derek smiled and drank his Negroni with a satisfied look.

Cordelia smiled at her, pulling her back from her thoughts. “Can I take a photo?” “Oh, go ahead!” Janine snapped back to herself and smiled gently. “Thank you!” “Oh.” Janine could not help wanting to chat with the girl. “Do you know what the painting is?” “Firefly,” Cordelia blurted, but she frowned. “But…” The firefly looked kind of strange. It had two sets of wings. “Heh, but I don’t get it.” She smiled. “This is probably an artist’s creativity.”

“Knock it off, Fly- Elijah! There are other ways!” “There really aren’t, Athena. Think back to the moment with Flynn, imagine your anger, despair, and perhaps even fear”. She halts her movements abruptly, causing my balls to hit her full force. I know she calls them fireballs, but they are actually filled with pure magic essence. They aren’t fire, but they aren’t anything else in particular either. It responds to the surface it hits. She turns around to face me whilst my balls are still shooting, and I cringe knowing my last ones are going to hit her square in the face. It’s going to be brutal.

His wings stretched back out behind him without him seeming to have moved a muscle at all and Megan marvelled again at their nature. "We are?" Dennis had a pleasant smile on his face. "Well, that's great." He turned to Megan with a whisper, "You're going to love watching this, Miss Months. I assure you." Adolf urged them a couple of steps backwards and as soon as they complied, an electric whirr resounded through the field with Olympus's AI voice coming up over some seemly invisible speakers in the area. "Ready to commence training sequence," it said. "Please confirm your identity whenever you're ready."

The Wolves' Territory Sunday, July 9th 09:27 I'LL SHOW, BUT DON'T TELL "Men break too." "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!" Isabella shouted as she walked toward Lani, who was dismounting Scar's motorcycle. Lani had a huge urge to roll her eyes yet she stopped herself, she was respectful toward Isabella as she was her motherly figure, "I was out, Isa, I'm sorry if I scared you..." Lani compromised as she neared Isabella.

Well, we just hope that in the future if that ‘person’ ever appeared in front of him, dressed plainly but still excluded the superiority an elder should have and be respected because of the big gap of differences in aura, Ada will not feel his face like being slap a thousand times. Name: Ada Flame Age: 30 years old Identity: Sotiras HS9 Special Sotiras Ability: Foxy Blue Red Fire Original World: Earth ‘Not a Transmigrator. Shifter Sotiras’ [Anyone is his enemy, not even his same kind was spared. He will blow Heroes out with his Foxy Blue Red fire to vent if upset and even will confront Sotiras head-on if the other party make him dislike it a bit] Judging from the bio of this 'Sotiras' alone,