Reading Fluff Novels & Stories

And I could also feel the little wave of happiness in her heart. 'Yeah, your baby,' she responded, winking at me. Gosh, couldn't she be any cuter?! Her morning scent was already enough to make me dizzy. And the way her tongue licked her upper lip caused another wave of hunger in me. How do you spell adorable with sexiness in it? Damn! I was getting mushier and mushier these days! "Stop flirting and respect the food on the table," Flora scolded when she spotted our silent exchange. Even if we weren't talking out loud, she also could see the sultry gaze between us.

A smile that had the Smith women swooning and had Claire rolling her eyes with disinterest. "I read when I get time" Only thing I read was fire manuals and a daily magazine on how to grill your meat right. Nothing more. "Really? Well I guess we have our man. How about you start us off Mr Cutler?" Claire challenged. I looked at the book's cover. Shameless they called it. More like trying to write porn on pages if anyone asked me. I had frisked the pages. Roughly and every page had a sex scene about the female lead getting stretched and filled with—

Laura’s idea of fun was holding ourselves in our room while we watched reruns of “Gilmore Girls,” painted our nails and stuffed our faces full of junk food. I had to admit I was having a good time. However around midafternoon I was itching to go explore, and if that meant I ended up at the pool- I was okay with that. “Hey, I’m thinking about going to check out the pool. Want to come?” “Oh no chika, I just stuffed my face full of Doritos, I’m not swim suit ready.”

* Greg Driving home from work was tiring. I didn't use any drivers because I liked my privacy sometimes and so when I drove past a flower shop, I was proud of that decision. I got down after I'd parked and bought some roses. I wanted to give them to Elena and it was not until after I got them that i thought of how awkward she woukd fibd them. I began to make mental notes on what I would say to her. I got back into my car ready to drive back home when I spottef a familayd figure amid the blendee crowd. It was Elena and she was in a hoodie and a pair of shorts.

Against my better judgment, I reluctantly took a sip. The taste was terrible. It's absolutely terrible. It was too salty and somehow also bland at the same time. The texture was wrong. The flavors didn't work together. I wanted to spit it out. But that will only hurt her. I wanted to throw up. But it took everything in me to hold it back. I swallowed it and pretended it was fine. "What happened?" Flora asked, watching my face closely. "Did you not like it?" Her eyes were hopeful but uncertain.

It fumbles in my hand, eliciting a low, dark chuckle from Harlan. Asshole. Come on, Eden. You can do this, I say to myself. I clear my throat, feeling a coat of sweat beginning to form on my forehead, the back of my neck. I begin, or try to begin, to read in earnest. To focus. But with every roll of Harlan's rough fingers, I realize that the sentence my eyes have just glossed over hasn't been retained. I rack my brain, desperate to concentrate, but I'm fighting a losing battle.

Proof that he was losing his mind. He picked up the book. His fingers trembled as he opened the first few pages. The words swam before his eyes….letters twisting, sentences breaking apart, meaning slipping through his grasp like water through his fingers. He blinked hard, trying to focus, but the words refused to stay still. They danced and blurred, mocking him. ‘I can't read. I can't even read anymore.’ Rolox leaned forward, his brow furrowed. "Can't you read them?" Louis shook his head slowly, shame burning in his chest. "I can't. The words…they won't…I can't…"

Jamie was walking out the door when Mrs Oakheart said, “Don’t forget your reading and writing lesson at three with Lord Raoul!" Jamie stomach suddenly had butterflies of excitement, but, she did not know why! “Tell her not to worry and we will be back. Say I am sorry too!” Fluff mumbled through his mind linked interrupting Jamie’s thoughts. “What?“ Jamie said confused. “Do it!” Hissed Fluff. “Jeez what got you all worked up?” thought Jamie. “ Fluff is being weird Mrs Oakheart, he says not to worry and we are back soon and that he is sorry! No idea why though!” Jamie said

He twists head the way an adult dog would do when attacking. “Ladies and gentlemen, fluffy has his opponent – the pillow – down but can he keep him down? Oh, he twists to the right and he twists to the left. There’s definitely no hope for poor Mr Pillow. Fluffy goes for the countdown – 1, 2, 3. That’s it people, meet the new champion of the world….FLUFFFFFFFFFY!” I pretend to be a wrestling commentator.

I sat there listening to the most boring account of the book we were reading by Dr Flint. It was Flint’s voice that was the problem. He droned on and on. What made it even worse was that every few lines, he stopped and explained to us what he had read. It was so grating, I could feel myself falling asleep. My eyes were so dry and my lids so heavy. I tried desperately to stay awake, but the more he spoke, the closer to sleep I got. I gave in and closed my eyes, still concentrating on his voice drifting through the room towards me.