Smallfoot Migo Novels & Stories

Maggie tried again to send a message to Dakari and she could hear that wonderful static that told her he was at least receiving her message. She heard nothing back but a speck of blue pushed out of one of the rocks. A little girl, hardly bigger than a werekitten, stood on the rocks now. She had two braids, and a very dirty face, smudged with tears and no shoes. She was looking behind her as a very thin Dakari climbed out behind her. Maggie roared with pleasure. She hadn’t meant to, but the sight of her brother overjoyed her.

"Although I can't actually make out her face, she does seem to be familiar.” I replayed from where she slit Lola. My knuckles white from clenching my fist. “Wait.” My eyes narrowed. “Zoom in there”. Everyone leaned closer. Right when she cut Lola, I caught the small red mole on the right side of her neck.

Tiny freckles were visible across her nose, but they were not too prominent. Facial wise, she was a mix of cute and stunning, youthful and grown. Very appealing to the eyes. Figure wise, She was around 5'5" at most, and seemed to weigh around 130 pounds. What intrigued him about her (although he would never admit it) was the fierce air she possessed behind her seemingly innocent and sweet look. No one would have suspect she could be so intimidating with that baby face of hers. Like a wolf in sheep's clothing, but better.

I nodded my head at the direction of the table. Morgana glanced at me and at the bowl. She picked up the bowl and smiled at me. "It's a porridge potion." She answered and I arched my brows in confusion. "What's that for?" "I made it specially for you." She stirred the content in the bowl. I peered into the bowl. The so called portion was a sticky white substance. I bet it'd be better as hell. "I think you being a weak power carrier made you vulnerable to Sage's attacks. Hence, I made it for you. It'll heal you from the internal injuries his powers might have caused and this will also strengthen you." She told me and stopped stirring.

he softly spoke, looking above his laptop that sat in front of him. “It was good, I feel a lot different.” “Smith is one of the best in the country. I trust him with all my artists on that.” He gently swung his chair to the right and stood up. He walked to my angle and rested his butt at the edge of the table almost close to where I stood. “Well, I just decided to stroll in and say hi before I call it a day.” “Are you sure that was the only reason you came?” What was he trying to do? Of course, that was the only reason…

And once again the reason I do not fathom the reason why men shoulf do the hunting these days. "He still can't take his eyes off of you." Alexa smirks, hell she looks smoking hot as always. All eight my girls are here tonight the one looking hotter than the other. Our group started when I was only 5years old. It consisted of me and Mikayla, my twin sister. We couldn't be more different though, she had a severe speaking disorder named selective mutism. Which basically means she only spoke to me and through me. Which gave me no choice but to adapt, me myself have an extremely huge IQ which makes communication difficult for me. But since we had no other choice I had to adjust.

Tiffany scolded, broom in hand. "My apologies, Ms. Tiffany. Must’ve slipped my mind. Won’t happen again," the young woman promised, backpedaling out of broom’s reach. Home, for now, was the attic of the Thompsons' mansion, a grand house sitting at the edge of the forest that hugged Armsville. The Thompsons, blissfully unaware, had been playing accidental hosts to her for over a year. She’d help herself to their food at night, making sure to stay one step ahead of discovery.

Mig! Miguel !!!! 🥺 Stapsy ❣️ 🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭 . . . . To be continued

I said as I crossed my arms in front of my chest. "I love mint choco." He said and I stopped. "Disgusting!" I hissed and he laughed. "Why is that disgusting? It's good." "I feel like brushing my teeth when I eat that flavour." I shook my head. "Do you have a pet?" He asked. "I have a black labrador at home. How about you?" "Really? I have a labrador too!" He said and I turned to him completely surprised. "Millie.. her name." "Blue.. his name." I turned to him and looked at him straight into his eyes.

And your hair complements your eyes perfectly and they all make you so pretty. She was Miimii, a girl 19 years old and she has been living in Hell’s Hall for more than six months. She was pretty with large doll eyes, deep blue eyes, and an almost translucent porcelain skin. She was talkative too and she wouldn't stop talking about how it was living in the house. “But you're a personal server of Alpha Fleki, don't you hate it? I had asked when she told me that she was always among the maids that'd serve the Alpha and his Beta and the elderly woman that was always with them.