Pinkie X Twilight Mga Nobela at Kwento

Her sudden change from confident and sexy to reserved gave him whiplash. Claire set her mug down and looked him dead in the eyes. “It was my graduation gift from Leader Xavier.” The grief in her eyes grew as she continued. “Pops, Steph and I each have one. When it glows a certain color: purple for me, blue for Pops, and pink for Steph, it means that one of us is touching it and is thinking of the others. It’s just a way of us to know we are still family, still there for each other.” She glanced down at her coffee and took another slow sip.

I assumed that room to be of a kid but it was Xander's childhood room. I knew Xander despised me a lot. But how the fuck could he choke me to death for a hairpin? And what surprised me more was why would Xander have a girl's hairpin in his bedroom? Butterfly hairpin! Why did it felt like I had seen this hairpin before too? But where? I closed my eyes trying to recollect where I might have seen that hairpin. A childhood memory rushed into my head. ~ “Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday to my Princess.” Tiara sang the birthday song for her little girl and they blew the candles together. The cake was cut and she fed the first piece to Tiara, her mother and all of them clapped for her

Winnie’s POV "If you make a sound, I'll slice you ear to ear," a cold voice said into my ear and I suddenly felt something sharp at my throat. With a whimper I moved my gaze slowly to the side to see Trisha kneeling some steps away with a gun that was glinting in the moonlight, pressed to her temple. "Winnie," her voice trembled, tears running down her eyes. "Nobody has to get hurt today," the masked man leaning over me said, "Get up."

I replied. "Cool, see you around. Have fun " he said and went into the crowd. Then, for sure, it was Noah. I can't be wrong. I can identify him even by seeing his back profile. My eyes could not stop searching for him. * * * * * * Xavier's POV: I added the potion which Danica had handed me this afternoon. One sip of it is enough to knock a human, and then I can have what I want. I took two drinks and handed the virgin Mojito to her and Long Island Iced Tea for myself.

He then asked in a hushed tone, "Out of these three, who will you choose to save?" "Lila!" they exclaimed together. The icy spears pierced through my sister and me, blood spurted from our wounds, and we nearly passed out from the pain. Just then, an elder from the Celestial Realm intervened. "God of Water! God of Fire! Stop this madness! These two are the Twin Flowers of Chaos. Their death will unleash chaos, and the world will be no more! The two of you are their husbands; how can you forsake them? Think of the greater good."

Phineas gripped his fork so hard the tines bit into his palm. "Lavender," Xavier whispered, his breath a hot, moist intrusion. "Citrus. Standard Omega profile. But there’s something else, isn't there? A third, milky note. Heavy. Sweet." Phineas’s heart hammered against his ribs like a trapped bird. He didn't move. He didn't breathe. "You’re carrying, aren't you, Little Heir?" Xavier’s voice was a low vibration, meant only for Phineas’s marrow. "The Vane pup is already nesting."

He hit send. No reply. He waited. Ten minutes. Thirty. Nothing. He tried calling. Ringing. Then voicemail. He sighed, leaned back, and stared at the ceiling. She’s upset. Or she’s busy. Or both. He didn’t blame her. But he hated the distance. ** Back in Palawan, the sun was beginning to set, casting golden light over the construction site. Ainara stood with her clipboard, checking off the final items for the day. “Girl,” called Tasha, her co-lead on the project. “Let’s go out tonight. Just us. Drinks, dinner, no spreadsheets.”

Everything was organized with unnatural precision, the walls of the room were painted blue, there were stars on the ceiling. For a moment, Carolina forgot to breathe. “What” she whispered and was about to step more in when something small wrapped around her leg. She gasped and stumbled back, only to see a little boy standing beside her, he looks no older than five. He had dark brown hair, pale skin, and ocean blue eyes just like Adrian's. The resemblance hit her so hard that her chest physically hurt, the little boy looked up at her silently. His fingers twisted in the fabric of her nightdress without letting go.

I asked, narrowing my eyes at her. "Only because I knew you could do better. You are never going to get over it, are you?" she asked letting out a small chuckle and I shook my head. "Never." I moved my hands further up her skirt and she started to breathe heavily. "Thank you for coming over. I really feel better now," she whispered, making me smile. "We aim to please, Ms. Perez." I smirked, finding the lace of her panties. She jerked against my hands and gripped my neck tightly, looking straight into my eyes.

~~~~~~~~~ Third Person's POV "My name is actually Twindrill." "Do I look like I give a fuck?! Get out of my face before I burn you to the ground and no I won't feel any guilt looking at your pathetic ash once I do it." "So mean. Just so mean." The Dark Prince resisted the urge to end the pixie's life and walked away from the little fellow. He saw his Little Flower from a distance, busy attending to some plants. He kept silent as he slowly walked closer to her, observing his precious princess. Her movements were graceful and she looked lovely with all the plants that she was surrounded by.