Phineas Flynn Novels & Stories

Adams waited at the driver’s seat patiently humming to himself when all of a sudden, the door burst opened, startling him. “Oh mine! Ichabod! You almost gave me a fit! Why were you back so....” He kept quiet as he recognized the twitched face and the cyan eyes. In a low growl, Odin ordered, “drive!” “Okay.” Adams said without further ado and switched on the engine. **

Anything you could get here. The swings have been broken for ages now, the only things still standing being the turntable and climbing ingloo thing. Men and women both alike, stand among the rundown park. Women wearing next to nothing and some fully clothed, there amongst all the women stands Vernon and Butter. Vernon is nothing short of a characteristic drug dealer, and Butter being a little boy whose screwed his own life over. Butter, is the name we call him but his real name is Edward, comes from a poor family. He's got the brains to be something great but he stands here, selling small weapons for a high-end gang; I'm not entirely sure which one he hardly speaks to be honest.

Your eyes soon hover to the words written just at the top corner of the page and when you sink the piece of information, you freeze. "...After seven long years of training outside the Country. We're glad to announce the second son of our beloved King Darwin Jack and her Highness the Queen Liza Yuan Cohen, and the heir to the throne, Prince Zale Felix Cohen, has finally returned back to his precious country."

Besides, even if Qassie found her own conscience and tried to save her, she would not have been able to get Brother Flynn to treat her so respectfully. Therefore, this was the first thing that Cassandra asked as soon as she sobered up. Flynn replied, “Regarding his identity, I am in no right to say or give any comments at all. However, he has already told me what I should say if you were to ask me this question. He told me that he is just a person who likes to be ordinary!” “Ahh? Could it be Brother Ordinary Man?” Cassandra could not stop herself from jumping up in excitement when she came to this sudden realization.

Flynn was a fourth-rank. Though James did not know what rank he was currently in, Spencer had transferred all of his peak seventh-rank True Energy to him. Even if some of the True Energy had leaked, he would be at least at the fifth rank. Flynn’s fist struck his chest. As if striking an iron plate, a clear and crisp sound could be heard. Flynn felt his fist go numb. Then, as True Energy bounced back, he was immediately sent flying. He collapsed to the ground and vomited a mouthful of blood.

"Sir, You and I know that I am engaged to your friend, Seth Nathaniel…you wouldn't expect me to leave him, would you?" She asked as she stared askance at Wade Roberto. "Of course not…but judging from the money involved I think you can…you know, make some adjustments." His voice was laced with authority. The room was becoming claustrophobic, each passing moment stretching like an eternity. "I really don't think so sir, I have a fiance and I know he would be really mad if I even mentioned this to him." Daisy Hunter said, her voice was barely above whispers. "You know what Daisy, I will leave the offer open to you…think of the whole lot of things you can do with twenty billion dollars."

Lexi reached over and stuck a flower in her honey blonde hair. People milled all around the park. Flyers around them read: "Swift, a Representative with a human heart." She smiled when she saw him. He was striding across the grass towards her. His steel-blue eyes sparkled in the pseudo-sunlight. She couldn't help but smile. Everything was going right for once in her life. She was finally in control. She was finally free.

“In thirty seconds, the wolf fly would fall and die. Healing is so beautiful,” He chuckled and we all watched. I felt proud as I watched my creation. It felt good to know that I did that. Me! Daphne Gaitlin. I’m more than just an online pornstar and money-making machine. I’m actually good at something and it feels good to know that. I could see Professor Blowfish glance at his watch and back at the fly. “Hmm. You used thirty seconds to recite the spell and the fly has flown about for a minute and fifteen seconds now but it’s still alive. That is certainly interesting,” he stroked his chin as the murmurs in the class increased.

My mood plummeted and I took a step back. Lucas looked at me confusedly. "What's wrong?" I took another step back. Why would anyone want me? Why would a filthy, tarnished creature like me be allowed near such beauties? Suddenly, the grass felt cold under my feet. Gasping, I looked down. Right were I was standing was a patch of dead, brown grass. I didn't realize I was crying until a lone tear rolled down my cheek. The brown patch was growing, spiralling outwards from my feet and killing the surrounding grass.

I obliged and sent a light orb over to where the thing was. Diana approached the pile with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity. As she carefully peeled back its layers, a frail and emaciated old man was revealed. His bald head was adorned with thick, bushy white eyebrows, and only a few wisps of hair remained around his neck and chin. His eyes, though clouded with advanced blindness, still held a certain spark of curiosity as they gazed upon the orb which was floating just above his head. The ethereal glow illuminated his thin and fragile frame.