Percabeth Fluff Novels & Stories

His clingy, pastel-pink-obsessed, half-influencer-half-parasite girlfriend who’d somehow fused herself to his hip like a decorative piece. I wiped a bead of sweat from my temple, my blouse sticking to my spine after an hour of power-walking through Manhattan’s humid afternoon. All for a stupid cup of “Ceremonial Grade Moon-Whisk Matcha.” The only kind Pepa would drink, apparently. Because Pepa was special, Pepa was sensitive. Pepa had “a delicate wellness constitution.” My curls were frizzing into a halo of misery, and my feet felt like they had aged twenty years.

He asks looking over at me, I look around the room for any help to think of an last name and saw a lamp. "Bright, Freya Bright" I smile looking up at him hoping he'd buy the fake name, which he does smiling writing the name down. I didn't want to get on the bad side of him so I end up signing the birth certificate with a signature for Freya Richards, a second fake name, how many fake names am I gonna have to make and keep up with?

They answered in unison, shook their heads, and looked away at the same time. Phoebe gritted her teeth discreetly and said, “Cheryl, your friend is exceptionally talented and has a unique temperament different from others. There isn't another like him... a real rare species indeed.” Alex’s eyes flashed. Damn, this stinking hag, was she being sarcastic and cursing him?! So, he also said, “Cheryl, is she your friend? She says very interesting stuff, kinda reminds me of Peppa.” Peppa? Wasn’t that a pig?

“You’re naming them now?” “I think Spitfire’s too busy,” I said, glancing toward her. She gave me a side-eye glare, but didn’t object, too focused on keeping her now-growing pile of furballs close. Pesto came next, another gray tabby, smaller than the rest, but with a strong cry and fast little limbs that made me feel hopeful. I handed him off to Ofelia, who murmured, “Hi, little guy,” like it was the first time she’d really let herself smile in days.

Sevastian was about to follow the same path as the girl when a book caught his attention. he immediately picked it up and opened it. a note popped up to him on its first page. This is Peach the human (not the fruit) If you ever found this please don't you ever dare to flip on the second page. Don't be a gossip girl and just contact me on the number that's provided below. So Peach is her name. What an interesting name. I hate that fruit. He hates the origin of that fruit. It is because of seizure of the territory of the philippines.

I then continued, "Your reaction is a little strange, though, Queenie. Why do you look so upset when I only gave back the perfume you spent so much on? Don't tell me your sudden hair growth has something to do with that?" Queenie looked away guiltily, stammering, "W-What are you talking about, Helena? I just feel a bit unwell at the moment. I can't believe you secretly returned the gift I bought you. You should try it, Helena. It's actually a really good perfume!" I furrowed my brow and backed away as she dabbed the spilled perfume on the floor with tissue paper. "Have you lost your mind? How can you expect me to use it when it's all spilled on the floor? What exactly are you trying to pull

@GossipGoddess: “He’s never been spotted with a woman before. Ever.” @BillionaireWatch: “She’s clearly pregnant.” @SocietySnitch: “My cousin saw them arguing in Milan last month. #SoftLaunchFails” I groan into my pillow. I’m not pregnant, and I’ve never been to Milan. Let’s see what Instaglam has to say. There are over 900 DMs. Some are congratulatory. Some are... colourful. One just says “Liar.”

“There are… so many of them.” He smirked, squeezing back. “Apparently cat-shifters sell.” A group of girls waved from the front row, one of them holding a plush orange kitten. Another wore a shirt that said Team Feral Love. I burst out laughing, nerves melting just a little. Goose’s smug face stared at me from a life-sized cardboard cutout propped beside the table, complete with a sparkly collar tag that read Official Purrspiration. I pointed at it, turning to Ace. “Did you do this?”

However, Peony doesn't like to be one of them because of Mauvais. Mauvais, the guy with broad shoulders and long legs is gorgeous. He seemed always frowning and he's not approachable especially if you're not part of his team. Peony met him once and their interaction wasn't good. "I don't want to work with that guy," she mumbled, annoyance was in her voice. ** Peony was silently watching the children playing near the sea. They were genuinely happy, running after each other with their wet bodies. She massaged her forehead when a glimpse of memories played in her head. She's been remembering random things, but not sure if those memories really happened or just an imagination.

Standing up in anger, “Watch that mouth of yours, Miss. Bush, I am warning you.” “Or else what?” Grace stood up as well, facing Lora head-on. “You fire me? Go ahead, I am not scared of getting thrown out. Am sick and tired of having rich motherfuckers like you and that round breast frog messing with me; if getting fired means I have to be free of you guys, then by all means, don’t let me stop you, L…ora.” "What!?' Lora gasped in shock as she watched Grace, "Are cursing at me?"