Pinkie Pie Scared Novels & Stories

Priyanshi Mumbled in her breath but I heard her. " Yes I will also accompany you ... And Pikachu will give him his electric shock if he tries to harm us " said my panda and started to laugh while holding her stomach. " Don't tell me that you are again imaging something" Nisha said... " Yes I just imagine his condition after getting electric shock from Pikachu ...he looking so funny with black face in dust and black smoke is coming out from his mouth and nose .... His that straight hairs standing upward like a spikes." She explained us her imagination.

Shelly eyed her, "Time to go and you're still eating the pancakes?" She looked around and saw Cindy munching her on her pancake, her smile didn't reach her eyes. "What's wrong the problem, Cindy?" Cindy gave her a sad smile. "I'm just thinking about lots of things, I'm scared." Shelly cocked an eyebrow at her, "Scared of what exactly?" "So we're going on a date to come help Kiara get Adam but I just feel like I'm gonna stay here all by myself, lonely." Cindy gave her a smile smile.

All the hopes I have now are at stake, and the vision of him lying down on the floor, soaked in his own blood, makes me terrified. “Don't overthink, Aksha. I'm sure that he's still alive,” Bia, the pixie in pink, wearing a cute tootie dress and had her hair in a ponytail, said firmly. “I know. But what if things go—” My words hung frozen as I saw a ball of fire coming our way, which made me push the pixies away with my remaining prowess. The fireball’s landing sent shockwaves through the air, shaking the ground which reverberated through my insides.

"Absolutely not. That pie is a sugar bomb cream, bananas, crust, all loaded with the good stuff. Pair it with milk or juice, and you're overloading your systems. Water balances it out, keeps you hydrated, and prevents that post-pie crash. Trust me, I've got your best interests at heart." Grumbling under their breaths, they relented Gloria's reasoning was as solid as her baking, impossible to argue against. She started to rise, smoothing her apron dotted with flour from the afternoon's baking marathon. "Alright, you enjoy your Spongebob marathon. I'll dive into those dishes before the sink overflows like a bad infomercial." Annabel's hand darted out like a viper, grabbing Gloria's wrist with

I turned, startled, to see Pisckin standing there, eyes wide and breath coming in quick, uneven gasps. She was just a kid, barely fifteen, but she had been shadowing me for days, practically glued to my side like she’d been assigned to watch over me. At first, I found it irritating—having someone track my every move—but eventually, I realized it wasn’t her fault. She was just doing what she’d been told. But this time, Pisckin’s expression was different. There was pure terror in her wide eyes, and her face was pale, cheeks flushed from running. My heart rate spiked as she stumbled toward me, hands shaking, her small frame trembling as though she could barely stand.

Each time, I gently reminded her that we were just friends hanging out. The last ride we decided to go on was the Ferris wheel. Despite my reservations about its romantic connotations, I decided to give Peach a chance to behave herself. As we rose into the sky, the wind carried the scent of her glowing, auburn hair towards me. It smelled nice, like flowers and honey. Suddenly, the ride abruptly stopped at the top, and Peach gripped my arm tightly, her voice trembling as she admitted, "Oh wow, I just realized I'm scared of heights," burying her face into my jacket.

" Go ahead, post it." "Oh so you don't mind me posting a picture of you wearing a pink bikini?" That was all I needed to say to wipe off the mocking grin on her face, replacing it with a horrified expression. "There's no such picture of me, I never wear pink bikinis," "That's what I thought until your mother showed me a certian picture of you chilling at the beach," Her expression was a telltale sign that she knew what I was talking about. Her groggy voice immediately adopted a nervous tune , the mood around her shifting abruptly. Me realising that picture of her dressed in pink would be her social suicide. Not that she had that many friends. In fact, Charli was a friendless loner, a lone wo

I latch on the plate of Apple pie Leonid managed to make before leaving for his mission of searching for any clue that can lead me to the assassins. Bringing the plate out, I head to the microwave to nuke the pie. I feel the ginger girl’s eyes on me as I effortlessly lumber to the microwave stead. “Don’t you like the pancakes?” She asks. Heck! This little bitch is becoming something else. I think she wants ultimate attention from me but hell, I can’t bring myself to do that with her. I mute while nuking the pie and she just stares. When she has burn out her energy in the stares, she whirl around and zoom off.

Jade said already looking for where the kitchen is. " What? But why? " Jane asked whiles they walked gingerly as to not to catch attention. "We are going to look for a spider or any insert. " Jade said it in a whisper. " WHAT??!" Jane shouted and Jake immediately covered his sister's mouth. " What the fuck Jane? Why did you shout?".Jade questioned her feeling pissed off. " I'm.... I'm scared of them..." Jade hugged his sister realizing he just scared her. " It's okay Princess. I'm not going to use it on you. Don't be scared..." Jade coaxed her.

All of us turn to face each other with weird expressions on our faces. "Is that the end, mummy? Lilah asks me, and I shake my head. “Nah, I don't think so.” I stand up from the chair and walk over to the TV. As I attempt to turn it back on, a scary clown picture immediately appears on the screen. I scream like my life depends on it. The other girls are screaming, and the first thing I do is grab Lilah and cover her eyes and mouth, trying to stop her from sobbing.