Phoebe Cates Gif Novels & Stories

Looking into its eyes, I knew this wasn’t Phoebe, this was a beast that derived joy from dominating. It was about to pounce, but stopped midway when it locked its gaze with me. A flicker of recognition and possessiveness flashed in its eyes. A soft whimper escaped its throat as it took a step back. “Mate,” it whispered. Then, Phoebe morphed back into her human form, slumping onto the ground.

"We shouldn't have spoiled you so much! You're making noise the first thing in the morning! How am I supposed to go to work?" I felt something touch my forehead as Phoebe used a tissue to wipe the sweat from my brow. "I'm so jealous of Maisie. She has parents who love her this much. This is the first time anyone has ever treated my wounds. Mrs. Shaw, don't worry. I don't feel any pain." I smacked her hand away, snapping the cotton swab in two. My voice dropped, sharp and cold. "Why don't you feel pain?" Phoebe froze for a second, then broke into an innocent, childlike smile. She said sweetly, "Because I know magic that makes pain disappear."

Luna repeated her question, and he still didn't reply. "What are you looking at?" "Phoebe." He answered. "She is waving at us." Luna glanced over to look at Phoebe. Phoebe stood there waving at them; she was putting on orange shorts. She was wearing an orange crop top and a short jacket, and there was a huge smile on her face as she waved. Luna raised her hand and waved back. Phoebe put her hand over her mouth and whispered something. Due to how far Luna could see, she managed to read Phoebe's lips.

Phoebe seeing how happy the bride and groom were, hesitated in going to see them and went to the washroom. She stared at herself in the mirror and splashed the running water on her face, almost wrecking her makeup. Fortunately, she was the only female in the watch room until she heard a knock and wiped her wet face with a tissue. The person walked in and she smiled looking at the person in front of her. "Hey, I have been looking for you and here you are," Catrina said to her. "Sorry but I just got here" Phoebe pleaded and smiled. Her friend knew her smile was not genuine and asked if she was ok.

Phoebe looked at Harvey in bewilderment, she had stopped crying but her sobs were still there, her expressionless eyes staring at him as she'd finally found something to lean on. “Will you… help… me?” Phoebe asked. "Yes, I will help you." Phoebe can speak but her words are incoherent, she has completely lost awareness of everything, and she acts on instinct. Faced with dangerous things she will become alert and wary and sometimes will be in a ready-to-battle stance and vice versa. Harvey examined and bandaged Phoebe's skin wounds carefully and gently, in Phoebe's eyes he wasn't dangerous so she relaxed. But before all the wounds were bandaged, Phoebe suddenly rushed to hug Harvey and bite ha

A voice called out. I turned around and saw it was Phoebe. She was grinning at me, and I had no choice, but to smile back at her. Her hands went round Giorgio’s neck as she sent me air kisses too. She was the cutest, and her level of self-confidence had to be studied. “What’s up girl?” She asked. There was a slow grin. “Nothing much! Why do you sound so excited?” She looked at the both of us. “Well, there is one thing for sure, and that is, I want you all to come with me to my outing. It would be a blast, and we would have loads of fun,” she said happily.

“I’ll give you my very best puppy dog eyes if you say no. I know how much you hate it and I’ll try to make sure the one I give you this time around traumatizes you for life” I glanced at Phoebe again. Took her in. She was twenty-one, three years younger than Jeremy and me, and she managed to and she managed to appear both younger and older than her years. It was the way she carried herself, she’s so full of life like she has seen all parts of it, the good, the bad and the ugly and is choosing to embrace it and love it until it all the ugly parts become beautiful. In key terms she’s a fantasy fighter, the world thrives because there are ugly parts and probably she will learn that the hard way

He inquiries. "Your face. You have icing all over your face." I burst out into laughter holding my belly whilst I take a good look at him. He looks like a snowman. He is quick to shovel some icing to smear it all over my cheeks and nose. My laughter intensifies into wild shrieks to his action as we both lie there smudged with cake and icing. "I adore being your friend, Theia. But you must understand that I have two homes and other friends to tend to as well." Phobos mutters while wiping his mouth with the back of his palm. He has devoured almost the entirety of the cake, only a slice remains.

She answers before anyone has a chance to reply, “everyone fawning over you. It’s pathetic,” “Who’s pathetic now?” I recognize the voice before I see him. But once he steps out from the shadows, I can’t take my eyes off of him. He’s just as perfectly cold as before. Completely unscathed from our previous run in with each other. “Beautiful as always, Ashes.” Greyson’s remark has Phoebe gagging. Carden’s feet shuffle forward, his shoulders squared and fists clenched. “Pathetic,” Phoebe mumbles under breath. In a firmer, much clearer voice that travels down the alley she says, “I don’t completely hate spending some quality time with your friends though.” She pulls out a piece of fabric, splatte

She was in her engineering overalls, holding a massive stack of schematics, and she clearly knew Julian, because her eyes darted between the two of them with immense satisfaction. "Structurally speaking, this explains the entire timeline!" Phoebe yabbed, completely ignoring Caelith’s defensive posture as she stepped right into their space. "Julian, I didn't know you knew her! Caelith, I have to say, your boyfriend is genuinely so cute. Like, biologically speaking, his facial symmetry is fantastic." Caelith’s face flushed hot. "Phoebe, stop, he's not my boyfriend. We're just—"