Pop Pixie Novels & Stories

Aside from the various things that pixies are known for, they are also emotional beings whose moods are always reflected on their luminosity; almost as if they wear their hearts on their sleeves. Their natural glow is consistent with their physical attributes such as hair, eyes, skin, and so on. Parie is entirely pink from head to toe; thus, her light is a pastel pink tone. But now she's blazing an amber red, and Alesteria isn't sure why. 'What now?' "Alesteria! You have to explain to me what happened yesterday! Who were those kids? Why are they here? They somewhat resemble you, why is that?!" Parie's frantic flying and almost incomprehensible words perplexed Alesteria even more, leaving her

club. “I’m not a fucking doll!” Poppy snatched up the bag of her clothes, seething at the disregard for her things, “I may not be a rich, spoiled heiress who gets the best of the best. I worked hard for what I had and I doubt very much that if you were on your own at 17 you could have done better while paying for college and working for a thieving bitch. So fuck off. No one asked me what I liked, what colors or styles I preferred. No one bothered to see if I liked frilly dresses or pants. No. You all just decided that I was some mindless, brainless toy to play dress up with. I’m a fucking human being. With fucking opinions. And I absolutely hate the color pink. Seriously, I’m a red head. Do

Poppy. “Hello Miss,” she smiles bashfully, catching me within the crowd before addressing everyone else, “-I can’t believe you’re all here! I was thrilled when I heard the news that you were moving back in!” she squeals excitedly before trying to regain her composure, smoothing out her blossom pink dress. She clears her throat, “Sorry about that,” she mumbles as we all chuckle lightly at the sweetness oozing from the dainty pixie, “Me and some of the other’s wanted to know if you would like any help in settling in?”

She moaned. "I can't really help that Sasha what did you think being in the Royal Pack would be?" I asked her as I tossed a handful of popcorn in my mouth. We paused as Edward from the Twilight showed Bella his skin glittering under the sun. "Ohhh do you really glitter like that?" Sasha suddenly asked Poppy I sighed Sasha was easily distracted especially by sparkly things. "Only on sex night when I wear the glittery body paint." Poppy responded not missing a beat. Sasha temporarily was lost for words, this was why I loved Poppy.

“That’s your story. Stay here tonight. Tomorrow morning, you lead us to whoever’s holding you down. We’ll get your son and bring you both back here. Safe.” She opens her mouth to argue, but I cut her off, raising a hand. “Think about him. This is your chance to get out, to keep both of you safe. Whoever’s controlling you, they won’t touch you again. I swear it.” Pixie hesitates, torn between her fear and the promise of freedom. Finally, she gives a reluctant nod, standing to leave. But before she reaches the door, she turns back. “People say you sell women. That you’re a pimp, taking their money. Clearly, that’s not true. But why do you care? About us, we're seen as nothing, hookers, lower t

White lace gloves, down to black stockings and mary janes. She had little to no make up on but still looks gorgeous. Also noting how busty she was in behalf of the dark clothing. With her sense of fashion, Ava was not a fan of frills and ruffles. She's more of a comfort rather than a style type of gal. Currently beating herself for wearing a white comic strip shirt tucked in a black high waist jeans, standing on white sneakers and hauling a red backpack. She wore her black hair down with it's natural soft waves and the full bangs she maintains by cutting it herself. Completing her statement look.

A smile beamed on Paxton's face. “What is candy popcorn?” Nikolai asked with a tilt of his head, and the fairy's eyes lit up as he began thinking of the colorful candy popcorn balls. “It’s delicious! I can get any color you want! Oh, it'll be so fun! I can't wait,” Paxton said, his fingers swirling in a small circle without thinking, and a small portal forms in front of him on the table. He reaches into the portal and pulls out a red ball of candy popcorn, and happily hums as he bites into it.

The whisky was delivered, and he took it in one large gulp. The lights dimmed, illuminating the stage, and a booming loudspeaker announced Poppy's arrival. He stood there, watching as a woman strutted out in her naughty schoolgirl outfit. She wore her honey brown hair in cute pigtails on either side of her head. Her pretty face was caked in enough makeup to make her look a few years older. The tight white top revealed perky breasts. She stood tall, with long legs hidden beneath her short skirt. Overall, she exuded a sense of innocent sexuality. He froze as she got closer. There was no mistake, despite the layers of makeup. It was his friend Kylie.

Hazel’s name appeared at the top of the screen. My fingers moved faster than I’d ever admit. I opened it. The first photo filled the screen immediately. Poppy was sitting on the living room couch at home, her chubby little legs sprawled wide with no dignity whatsoever, her face smeared with pink and chocolate gelato, both braids sticking out sweetly from either side of her head like two tiny exclamation points. Apparently Rhea had actually braided her hair into pigtails, complete with little ribbons that didn’t match but somehow still looked exactly right on her. In Poppy’s lap sat an open pizza box. One slice was way too big for her mouth, so naturally she was biting it straight from the mi

"I was so upset. I thought you'd miss it!" "I guilted John into switching with me. He just can't resist these good looks," Pixie laughed, referring to her mate. "I'll have to thank him next time I see him. It's the best birthday gift ever," she pulled back, careful not to let her eyes tear up. She didn't want to ruin the expensive makeup that she was wearing. "So, you're really gonna be an Advocate, huh? Are you scared about having to go into the human world?" the playfulness was gone, replaced with a serious tone.