روايات وقصص ضمن Puffy Amiyumi Amiyumi

“Hardly.” “Cindy is the wearer of white while Amy is the wearer of black,” Kelly said between bites. “Ah, Yin and Yang,” Michi said. “Yes, that’s it.” Amy smiled. “She gets it. You can come here as often as you want.” She gave Michi a little hug. “She’s also a hugger if you haven’t noticed,” Kelly said. “I hug everyone.”

Yet, the temptation is too strong that now, I am here, in this dress. Then I see Theo, and I can’t help but lock eyes with him. My heart skips a beat. He is dressed in formal clothes and he looks dashing, like the first time I’ve seen him in formal clothes. “Kaiya!” I shift my attention to the voice. It’s Ami, wearing a simple light orange dress that ends just above her knees. Her outfit is soft and flexible, as if she is always prepared to fight. She waves at me. Her hair is loose except for a simple clip to keep her hair away from her face. And I can see a pair of pearl earrings too.

It honestly encourages me :) Asmayi

The moment the door to his private room opened and Sorahiko stumbled in…Aronohai Miyamura’s life changed. An ordinary, plain male omega with pheromones like a cool breeze on a hot day, a potty mouth, and eyes like a burning star— Only a fool would lose the chance to trap such a person. And Miyamura likes to believe that he’s not foolish. ‘What’s your name, Pinky?’. ‘Lilac looks like pink so it definitely is pink’.

She has pink beads on too and she looks so happy as she keeps on swaying them. We head home and play for a while as Ali fixes us some food. She seems so much happier now. I know she is not yet healed. Yesterday, she woke up with puffy eyes, and I could tell she had been crying at night. I asked her about it and she told me she just misses her mum and feels bad she could not save her from death. I was heartbroken as she broke down in my arms. Healing is a journey and my one prayer is that Amy gets there. That she gets there to healing. That she can once again be genuinely happy with life and I want to be with her the whole journey.

"Or just incredibly bored?" "The sun is scorching hot; I'm helping you cool off," Ami replied, showing no fear of Ula and provocatively challenging her. "You don't need to thank me. I'm just being nice." Ami's arrogant smile was truly irritating. "How does it feel—nice and cool? Oh dear, your clothes are all wet now. I'm sorry; I really didn't mean to. I just wanted to help you, really." Then Ami pretended to be innocent and continued to provoke Ula brazenly.

With a sigh, I turn to Amelia, ready to warn her, but instead I find her uncovering her ear with the earing on display. “Oh a token, she is a friend.” “I wonder if she is friends with Silver Fur.” “Oh I love Silver Fur, she smells like lavender and mint.” “I wonder if silver fur is here in the forest.” Three small creatures appear before us, their wings fluttering fast yet silently as they circle Amelia. She smiles, holding her hand out flat as the one with blue wings lands gently. “Hi Sunny. I haven’t seen you in forever.” Amelia greets the pixie, a sub species to the Fae.

Dove exclaimed. “ Anyway, I never got your name,” Amaria asked, The woman smiled and said, “ Knowing my name isn't necessary, you can just call me grandma, ” “ Alright grandma, thank you for the potion but I apologize … I can not take it from you, you are in more pain than I am right now, please take it,” Amaria said with a bow as she stretch out the potion in her hand. The elderly lady sighed and said, “ You are quite observant I must say, alright I will take the potion back”, she took it from her hand.

They both stare at each other in disgust- “Uweh… It’s you…,” they say at the same time. The girl was another one of his friends named Ayame. She had long black hair and was really beautiful. A slender body to a pretty face. Everyone looked up to her but she never made contact with anyone other than Akihiko since he made contact with her first by calling her something ridiculous. She stood first in academics every single year. Her eyes looked just like Akihiko’s. They were blood red in colour. These were the only human friends he has had from middle school.

Riley took the large recliner and the girls draped themselves on the arms and his knees and stared at her. Amy quickly collected herself. “Let’s see.” She gave an exaggerated squint as she eyed the three girls. “You,” she said to the middle girl, “are Jasmine.” “How’d you know?” “I think I saw your picture once or twice.” Or three hundred times, she thought with secret pleasure. “I saw your picture, too,” she said to the oldest. “You’re Pammy.” “That’s right.” “And you,” Amy said, eyeing the youngest. “I’ve seen your picture, too, but your name…is…it’s on the tip of my tongue—”