Novel & Cerita Pumpkin Fairy Tail

"The ones with headbands and tiny little pink feathers and pearls everywhere?" "They are fairies not some japanese school girls Zee..... they don't look like that." "Japanese school girl?" "Yeah moshi moshi Yamamoto San!!" "How many times have you watched that movie by now?" "There's no number of times to watch that movie, it's evergreen and so is Hritik Roshan!!!" "Anyways what does those fairies look like in your mind?" "Won't call them fairies but rather some prince charming kinda." "How many barbie movies have you watched to have such wishes?"

“Hello, who is this cute young man? I didn't expect that in the city of Silverwall there would be such a not bad young man. Who is he, Louise? Your favorite?" "Favorite?" Phillip repeated with one eyebrow raised. Louise frowned. “What — no! His name is Phillip, and he's just a comer." Phillip immediately took off his headgear to give him a greeting smile. "What a nice name to hear for an easy-to-look young man like you." The woman pinched Phillip's cheek anxiously. “My name is Pepraskanis Grunis Fairy. You are strongly encouraged to call me Pepa. I am one of the five series of fairies of Tiffany's care."

she noticed that the Mage was happy to hear about the pumpkin. "Because it will be" the Mage nodded. "The pumpkin is going to come here and we are going to use it" he concluded. "Will it grow some legs and walk down here?" Sophie asked. "The pumpkin is not just a weapon. It is a messenger and I am its master. I will call it and it will come to me" he assured her. The Mage moved closer to the gate and started chanting intensely. Sophie watched patiently as he performed his magic. Just then, a strong breeze started blowing to their direction. Sophie covered her eyes with both hands.

She went to one of the pumpkins, plugged it, and after some chants, it turned into a beautiful pumpkin crib, with a lid making it look like one big pumpkin on the outside but a comfortable crib on the inside, and what adds to it is the name Caroline engraved on it. Raya went inside and tried the crib. Baby Caroline fits into it perfectly, and she smiles at her; she smiles back at her mother. “Oh, sweety, you smiled at Mother,” Raya beams in excitement. She reached to take baby Caroline out of the pumpkin when the sound of wings flapping outside echoed in her ears like a thunderclap. Her face pales, her body trembling uncontrollably as she lifts the lid of the crib, covering it with shaky han

Eli yelled as he dropped Faith's hand and ran to the bright orange pumpkin that sat on top of the rest. "Are you sure?" Arden asked Eli when he finally came to stand next to the pumpkin. Eli nodded with a large grin on his face. He was very proud of his findings. "Alright then." Arden leaned down and picked the pumpkin up with one arm. He did not even seem phased by its size. Aurora stood in shock along with a few half a dozen women as they all watched Arden walk over to the table and pay for his pumpkin. When he turned around, he said, "What?" The knowing look in his eye told Aurora he knew exactly what. She shook her head, and they followed Arden as he put the pumpkin in the back of his ca

Six months ago, White Mountain They tossed her around among them. "Who wants the youngest of the fairy's little warriors?" one of the massive southern fairies shouted as he toyed with Prenah, ripping her luminous silky robes and pulling her hair. One of the cruel southern warriors struck her on the cheek with a closed hand, bringing blood from her olive skin.

I guess her height is 176 cm which is 12 cm different from me, who has a height of 188 cm. She is beautiful, enchanting. A unique beauty, I called her beauty "fairy tale beauty". Is she from another country? She looks different from a common girl in this country. After a while, she finally realized that I was staring at her. That girl, Nadya, whom I didn't know her name at that time, saw me too. While I looked at her with a look full of admiration, she smiled at me. Her cheeks weren't red, maybe that's her "Candle skin" uniqueness, but I could sure that she was shy when I looked at her. And behold, even her gaze is so different; her gaze is gentle, delicate, and winning. I swear she looks li

The elderly man spoke as he took the squad deep into the city. The interior of the city was unimaginably beautiful. And for some reason, Fin'esia felt like she was back home. That's the sole construction plan that only fairies could come up with. The houses were built in pumpkin style. All the houses were big and round. And as if pumpkins were stacked upon each other, the houses were like that.

I thought it was over. I really did. However, Sienna always had a way of turning things into something far more insane. It was Sebastian who slid a phone across the table to me. “You need to see this.” The screen showed Sienna’s live stream. She stood on the hospital rooftop, dressed in an oversized patient gown. The wind whipped her hair into a tangled mess. She was gaunt. Her face was as pale as paper. She was crying so hard her voice cracked and tore.

"Let's go find the witch! She's the one who conjured the slippers. She has to know something!" The three of us slipped out to the pumpkin patch in the back garden. I shouted into the air, "Fairy godmother, help! Your goddaughter is about to be killed by that crazy prince!" A burst of pink smoke exploded in the air. The chubby witch, Rosalie Quinn, appeared. She floated in midair, still holding a half-eaten cookie. Rosalie blinked. "Oh, my dear Ryla, what's wrong? Didn't the prince fall in love with you? My magic is the best."