Pineapple And Snowbear Novels & Stories

He rolls out of the way with a grin. With his head turned, he doesn't see the two bears pouncing on him. They pounce on him and slash at us with their sharp claws. The polar bear bites our shoulder as Matheson's grizzly bear rears up on its two hind legs and swipes with its huge front paws at our ribs, crunching and breaking bones.

Happy muttered again, but there was no response. “Arghhhh!” Snow screamed, the tingling sensation of a hundred coals burning her skin; it felt like she was on fire; it was harsh and unbearable. Everyone stood up in shock, wondering what was happening, all gazing at her with concerns. “It’s Burns,” Snow yelled, and Ms. Happy’s eyes dimmed in worry. “Someone get the Alpha here now.” Ms. Happy yelled, and Snow stood up from her seat, her head so heavy, and she collapsed to the ground.

Fortunately, Pierce gave me everything all at once. “It’s a tiger!” Snow screamed happily but pouted after we failed to guess what she’s trying to copy. We've been playing charades since just finished eating. “That’s not how a tiger acts!” Phoebe said laughing. Snow shook her head. “No! I saw a tiger on TV and that’s like that!”

"Please, Steve, I can keep a secret." She leaned really close and her lips were in almost constant contact with my ear as she spoke. She was doing her favorite teasing gesture, pulling and tugging at my shirt, then pressing her hand against me to 'flatten' the pull. My breath tickling her ear, I pulled her hair back and whispered softly. "I discovered on a diet once, that pineapples and bananas give me a delicate sweet flavor, or so a friend told me. It removes the bitterness and saltiness, I might otherwise have." I couldn't resist a light taste of her skin, as I completed sharing my secret.

On his feet, in a blizzard, after a free fall from the back of a flying dragon with me cradled in his arms. Werebear. Right. Sometimes I forgot what that meant. He set me down on the snow. My boots sank to mid-calf in the powder. The cold was immediate, brutal, attacking my legs and feet with the focused malice of the northern elements. We both squinted into the storm, heads tilted back, searching the sky for any sign of Keanu. The blizzard gave us nothing. White on white on white, a featureless void that swallowed everything. Then fire.

And just as soon as the feeling was there, it was gone, and they had entered back into nighttime. Corey pulled his arm from around her, and she looked him in the eyes, waiting for his assurance that they were safe. He nodded, and she pulled herself to the side of the sleigh, looking intently over the edge as they flew over the outer mountain range. She saw what appeared to be a sparkling palace high atop a mountainous peak. There were waterfalls, icebergs floating down winding rivers, and as they drew closer to the ground, she could see groups of polar bears and penguins playing together in the snow. She gasped in delight and giggled with glee as she watched two baby polar bears play catch w

Andy’s dad, Dave, is a nice guy, but I ain’t never seen him in bear form. Bronx tells me he’s a docile Kodiak bear named Maskwa. Clash says a docile bear is impossible. I’m not sure what to believe. In the military, they trained me to disable threats. If Maskwa decides he’s going to become a threat to Andy or anyone else in my pack, I’m gonna disable him.

The figure of a long-haired man who is busy feeding the snow bears, chuckled when the bears quarreled and ended up killing each other, just because of the food the man is holding... when one bear win, he applauds. "Good one! Warriors! The winner gets it all.. here you go!” he then threw all the bear's food at the one bear that survived. The figure then turned to Rhodia and Reggy, two newcomers who had just set foot on his cold white ground. "Who are you?"

I laughed shaking my head. I carefully got off of Conor’s lap and crawled to the snack basket, picking out a couple things to munch on now that I was hungry again from my wild emotions. I picked some grapes; a couple cheese cubes and a yellow fruit I had never seen before. I turned back to Conor and held it up for him to see. “Pineapple.” He said as I hesitantly ate it. This is so good! It was tangy but delicious. I sat in front of the basket eating much more than I intended to. Oh. I ate too much. But I’m still hungry so!