Smurfette Novels & Stories

Jamie is completely mute. His transformation complete. He is trifle man. She licks her fingers, “that could be the most satisfying trifle I’ve ever had. Emma, please pay for the ladies trifle, while I wash my hands. I’ll sub you back at work.”

It was a mystery that she didn't want to get into. "Good morning ma'am," Mr. Michel said with a smile. "Mr. Michel, it seems like you've been doing some good jobs around here." "Yes ma'am." "That's good...what are their names?" Maria asked Mr. Michel referring to the employees. Nervousness enveloped Clara as Mr. Michel introduced the other employees and then finally said her name. "And this is Clara Hamilton." He said. It didn't take long for Maria to remember that she had seen Maria dancing with Henry on Manuel's birthday. "Clara Hamilton." She said with a cold smile.

That was why Andrea was only left with these two again. There was nothing wrong with Bernadette Smith, but Andrea felt intimidated by her. Adette had a huge frame, built with firm muscles, as if Gryphon hired a professional MMA fighter to guard his wife. Her hair was normally in plaits behind her, but it showed how broad her torso was. She even looked like she could stop a bus like a superhero. Andrea felt safe, but she also felt scared.

A grin curved onto my lips on the realization that I'm about to be the strongest being on Dexo Fernia – and soon be crowned as their queen. Holding my double-bladed swallow on my left hand, I walked through the only barrier keeping me locked outside the coliseum. Emotionless I waited for it to be removed out of my sight and the cheers grew louder every second. And as the wood barrier was slowly removed, those cheers just grew even louder. "VERONICA! GO VERONICA! GO VERONICA!!" I held my head high when I was called. "Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!"

The person working behind it didn’t look familiar, I guess the staff had changed in the year since I had been here last. ‘Hey there, what can I get you?’ They asked. I just smiled politely. ‘Actually, I wondered if you can help? I used to come here with some friends, they live in the area. I'm trying to find one of them, Toby Wolfe?’ The girl just eyed me suspiciously. ‘Yeah, I know Toby’. I smiled, relieved. ‘Oh, you do? That's great! My name is Violet and I really need to speak to him, do you know how I can get a hold of him?’

Mischa formally introduced her, confirming what Hazel had already suspected. Hazel felt awkward, unsure how she was supposed to respond. In the end, she offered a polite smile. “Thank you very much for the facilities and your kindness, Madam,” Hazel said carefully. The elderly woman chuckled softly as she walked toward the round table in the middle of the greenhouse and removed her gloves. “Call me Luciana, Lucy, or Granny Lucy. Anything you like, just don’t call me Madam. I’m not particularly fond of that title,” she said, beckoning Hazel to sit down. “You look much prettier in person than you did on the monitor.”

I was painting a field of lavender, the purple flowers swaying in the breeze. "News from Chicago," Alex said, his voice neutral, walking up behind me with a tablet. "What news?" I didn't look up, just kept mixing my paints. "Victor Moretti is dead." My hand didn't even flinch. I dipped my brush into a pool of lavender paint. "Oh," I said. Just that. One syllable. An ending. "You don't want to know how?" Alex asked. I finally looked up at him, a small, real smile on my lips. "He's not my problem anymore, Alex," I said, my brush never faltering. "He's just a name from another lifetime."

Maybe then my legs could handle Nox's punishment. Finding a plush robe hanging on a hook, I wrapped it around me. Despite being upset with myself and angry with Mr. Demetri, when I saw the woman in the mirror, I smiled. Her wavy hair was wild from the shower and then the bed, and she had a lazy, satiated glaze to her golden eyes. My mind told me that I shouldn't want Nox as much as I did or like the things he did and said. Alex knew it was wrong, but the woman in the reflection wasn't complaining.

Maeve asks her. Petal’s eyes fill with tears. “My own witchy dress. Thank you!” she says hugging Maeve. “Witchy dress?” Melanie asks, looking very confused. “Petal is a sprite,” I say, as if that explains it all. It probably doesn’t. Out here, no one seems to know much about the supernaturals outside of werewolves.

Evelyn turned, finding her words weird, " What are you talking about?" Cosette realized that she didn't meet Mauve.. She grabbed her phone and showed the photo of a girl. Evelyn's face turned pale. A flicker of terror crossed her face, " What the -!" She lipped, her eyes widening. " This is not Mauve!" She whispered... " What?" Cosette blinked... " You said that -!" " Mauve was shorter, beautiful but not this much. Her hair had black and brown eyes. Also... Mauve is human. This girl has a wolf. I can feel it."