Reading Fluff Novels & Stories

do I look like? The question provoked an answer he didn’t dare utter. Candlelight and satin, smoke and flame. Clearing his throat, he managed, ‘Sparkling water.’ The cat snorted at him. She scooted closer to Rachel’s side, where she watched him with her one narrowed eye. ‘Why doesn’t Fluffy like me?’ ‘She’s very particular, and has excellent taste.’ ‘So do I.’

My bottom lip getting pulled in by my teeth, sucked hard on before I let go with a pop. "How's that?" *Buzz* "Flirt. You're a dirty flirt. I smirked. Clenched. *Buzz* "You're due for punishment. Oh? Now we're talking. *Buzz* "Some real good punishment." *Buzz* "One you won't be forgetting anytime soon." "You won't be able to ignore." "Won't be able to hold back from reading my messages no matter who's watching!" Fuck! My pussy pulsated. Vibrated deep in my core the more I read his words.

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She looks towards the familiar face. Elora is dressed in a light yellow maxi till her knees. "What has got you so lost, Muffin?" "Nothing," saying, she puts her book on the bed and gives all attention to her stepmother. "Let me see what my cute little muffin reads," she picks up the book. Her eyes start twitching reading the texts in the book. She turns it to see its cover. Evolution by Douglas J, says the title. "You've just finished college...take a chill dear," Elora says in a sweet voice.

She checked the texture of his hands, and they were indeed rough. "I thought you were using crepe-paper to rub the cream on my back," Flora bit her lips as she stated with an apologetic smile. Damien laughed at her words. "Crepe-paper?!" He tried to rub his palms on his face and check if her words justified the fact of it. He realized it was indeed rough, but he was used to it. Flora, on the other hand, has delicate soft skin. It would have felt the way she said it did when he applied the lotion on her skin.

—Meow— Fluffy rushed towards me as she saw me stepped in. “Ohh! My little fluffy.” I squatted as I carried her up on my hands and she jumped on my shirt as her little tiny claws held unto the fabrics of my shirt. “Oh! C'mon Fluffy.” I held her and pulled her closely as I rubbed my face on her white hairy skin. Looking at her brown eyes now, brought so much warmth and her floral scent calmed down my hyperactive nerves. The available maids had prepared dinner for us as we ate and fluffy won't give me the slightest freedom as she kept on playing around my legs with her ball and trying to climb my body.

It was Mother-Grief. ​"You talk about the 'Fans' like they’re a swarm," Nora shouted, her flute glowing with a violent, unstable white light. "But the Readers... the real ones... they didn't vote for a Re-Boot! They voted for Us!" ​She raised the flute to her lips. She didn't play a melody. She played the "Song of the Un-Published." She reached into the golden soil—into the very essence of her father—and pulled out the raw, un-edited pain of the 129 chapters they had survived.

Want me to bring you something back? Realizing I sounded no different than usual, Lucas visibly relaxed. A voice message came through immediately. Lucas: [No need. Just buy whatever you like to eat. Love you.] I stared at the words "Love you" beneath the voice transcription and felt sick to my stomach. When I looked back at Lucy, she had already composed herself and was trying to strike up a casual conversation with me. Idiot. I ignored her completely, turned, and walked out of the bakery before dialing my father's number.

I wandered through the aisles, running my fingers along the spines, feeling a sense of belonging I hadn't felt in a long time. I spent the whole day there, completely lost among the books, reading story after story until I lost track of time. One book caught my attention "The Adventures of Sir Flufftail" a ridiculous but absolutely hilarious story about a brave and very dramatic rabbit knight who went on quests to save stolen carrot cakes from mischievous squirrels.

The weather has matched his mood perfectly for twenty-three days now. Twenty-three days. Twenty-three days since Flora's demise. Twenty-three days of this purgatory, watching her breathe but not live. "I brought you a good book you are gonna like," Lucas says, reaching into his messenger bag. He pulls out a dog-eared copy of *Pride and Prejudice*, its spine cracked from frequent reading. "I thought I might read to you again today. The nurses say that's good—that you might be able to hear me." He opens to where the bookmark indicates his progress and clears his throat.