Pinkie Pie Scared Novels & Stories

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

he continues, eyes still fixed on my mouth, “and enforced the rules.” I roll my eyes so hard it almost hurts. Boys. Stupid boys. And their stupid rules. I shovel pie into my mouth to avoid saying something I can’t take back. My phone farts on the table. Kiara: Sleeping over? I swallow and type back. Mel: Yes. Explain later #facetofacegirltalk He watches me with curiosity. “Okay,” he says, pushing his empty plate aside. “I know you’re scared of clowns. Anything else that scares you?”

Peach said and i nod eating my chip . "Nor did my neighbour's dog die ...so who would it be ?" I ask with my mouth full . "Lets go and see " I grab the bat from under the sofa . Peach looks at me with her one eye brow raised . "What ...i don't wanna get kidnapped. ...i still have to eat that ice cream " She shooked her head and sighted . "You are stupid " i chuckled as she said that . "Anything new there ?" "Nope " she replied.

“We need an ambulance.” “I leave for two seconds . . . ” Pink Bunny stomps a furry foot. “What happened?” “Dunno.” The unicorn waves plush hooves. “Steve was, ah, with a toy, I think the Mounty Pounder, and then maybe his heart or something . . . ” “No names!” Angry Fox stomps for the door. “They can’t be here! Can’t see this!” “It’s okay.” Carrie bends and places the pizza at her feet. “We’ll just get paid and be, ah, on our way . . . ”

The words landed like a stone dropping into still water. Everything rippled. I felt it move through me sharp, cold, the specific terror of a door being pressed from the outside by someone who didn’t know yet that they had the right key. For one fractured second Zara rose straight through Pinky’s floor and I had to press her back down with everything I had. My expression didn’t move. “People say that,” Pinky said. Easy. Unbothered. “Not like this,” he said. I stepped back. Smooth. Unhurried. Like it was entirely my decision and had nothing to do with the fact that another ten seconds in his proximity might have cost me something I couldn’t afford to lose.

Lady Piia looked away from me, breathing deeply. It was like that night at the humming temple. If lady Piia didn’t believe me, I knew I would be fucked twenty ways to Sunday. I made a motion to grab for her. The green glow in her body flared suddenly, puling away from her body and wrapping around my hand. Lady Piia screamed, fear contorting her features into something grotesque. I froze like a deer in headlights. Lady Piia, a powerful witch, was afraid of me. As I looked around the women in white all staring at us with eyes as wide as saucers, I saw the same emotion mirrored on their gazes.

I hold Piper tightly, trying to comfort her, but over her trembling body, my eyes catch on Sadie. She’s pulled back against the sofa, pale and silent, tears shining in her eyes but refusing to fall. She looks as though she’s standing on the edge of a cliff, staring down into something vast and terrifying.

"It's okay. You're safe here, sweetie. Nobody is going to hurt you." "Don't come close!" the girl cried out, backing up a step as a sudden burst of sharp frost shot out from her palms, freezing the bottom three steps. "I can't control it! I... every time I get scared, everything freezes! My parents thought I was a monster! They tried to lock me in the basement, so I ran!" Cindy pushed gently past her brothers, stepping out onto the porch right beside me. She didn't look scared of the ice at all. She looked at the young girl with deep, understanding green eyes.

Like why the angry men outside couldn't wait for her mother to finish making the pancakes so that they could all go to the pack house together, or why her right shoulder tingled like someone poked her with needles in the night. The door of her room pushed open and Mariam rushed in, her sleeves rolled up. She crouched down next to her daughter, worry lines etched above her brows. "Zoya," her voice trembled. She took a deep breath and pushed a basket into her daughter's hand. "I need you to go use the back door in the kitchen. Go to the garden and get all the raspberries and oranges. We're going to make a very big pie." Zoya frowned. Her mother had never been this scared about baking pies befo