Novel & Cerita Sweetie Belle From My Little Pony

While Vincent was busy learning about business and caring for his education, the young girl would often sneak into his house and climbed through his window, since his room was on the first floor. The young girl was always dressed in white dresses with lace and she always had this white tiger doll she used to carry around even after she became a teenager as if it was her most precious possession. At first when they started getting close, he did not really pay too much attention to her because although she was incredibly beautiful even at such a young age, he found her personality to be a bit unbearable.

“Her name is Arabella Anderson, but we usually call her Belle and Ashlee Alonzo.” “Hello!” Gaby smiled and greeted the two. The two ladies were checking out her face. They’re checking out her neck, breast, waist, and feet. She was feeling a bit uneasy. Belle has this beautiful long, ash-brown, wavy hair like Sasha. She also has a high-bridge nose, narrow lips, and huge breasts. Her hips are pear-shaped, too. She’s got some long legs! Gaby thinks the lady is 5’8”, just like her. Wow, she’s got some hot curves!

I can't help but to giggle, "But I do look good with blonde hair. Nice editing." Because in that picture I look like a model, who was born in a rich family and eat apples all day instead of real food. So this is how I‘m gonna look like if I'm a size two? Funny, considering I'm at least four sizes away from the woman in this picture. "That's not you, Sweetheart," Drey drops the bomb as Miss Collins adds, "That's Scarlett."

There was a long table set up with a lot of sweets and candy and another special table decorated. Bella walked towards Zoe peeking very proud of herself, Bella looked every part of a cowgirl. She had a pink checkered shirt and black long jeans, and her hair was braided. ”Where did you get your booth?" Zoe asked. The booth was brown with a pink ribbon attached to it. This wasn't her style though, more like what her little sister would wear. ”I know they look terrible, I borrowed them from my cousin.” Bella said with a frown.

Mafe shouted bursting into my room dressed as Santa, with a white wig, beard and clothes to go. I laughed as she jumped on top my bed, "Santa?" She nodded then held her tummy, "hohoho!" She mimicked Santa before wrapping her tiny hands around me in a hug. "Merry Christmas Swifty," I say kissing her forehead and using her nickname Swifty. I gave her that nickname because once when Bella and I where arguing about who got the last pizza, she swiftly took it out from below us and we didn't even notice plus at four years old she could perfectly sing two of Taylor Swift's without making mistakes. Aren't I a genius?

my voice is low, I feel like hiding under the pillow now, embarrassed. "Thank you who?" "Uhm, thank you... Toffer." "Toffer who?" "Hmmm?" He comes nearer to my face again, whispering to my right ear, "Toffer my best friend. Say it." "Uhmm Toffer. My... best. Friend." "Full sentence, Sweetheart," he's sitting down again, taking my whole body into view. "Thank you Toffer. My... best friend." He tsk-tsk me then comes nearer to my ear again, "for making me come."

”How do I look? “It’s just perfect!" There was no time to fawn over my look. Alicia called Henry who said he was already at the party. “Get changed into the beast costume. It's already time for you to show up.” I stood at the top of the stairs, waiting for Belle to see but she was too distracted, picking out sweets and stuffing them in her purse. “Belle look! It's Princess Belle!” Coco shouted. Everyone turned around and I gave a large smile. Belle squealed and ran up to me, falling in my arms with a big hug.

"I'll watch her, so you can go. What Little Red needs to say is pretty important, you should go," "And you won't take her away in my absence?" I asked suspiciously. "If I wanted to keep her away from you, I would have stopped her from the beginning. Don't worry, Sugar Blue is safe with me," she placed her hand on her chest and raised her other hand. "I swear on my wings that nothing will happen to her and you will return to see her here, sugar promise," sugar what? "I'm a sugar fairy," she giggled. Sugar fairy? Is that a thing? "Yes, it is a thing or rather, we are a people," she giggled again. Is she reading my… no, she's reading my expression.

The first bite, a blissful blend of gooey chocolate and buttery dough, elicited a simultaneous moan of pleasure from them. "Oh heaven, the cookies taste so good" Ramona moaned out softly. "Cookies? Did someone just say cookies" They heard a familiar voice and turned to the door to see Belle standing there as she wore a sly grin on her face. "Belle," Ramona called happily. Belle slowly flaunt the pizza, crispy chicken and cola that she bought. "Women day, you say" Belle giggled and Ramona ran to her gently, pulling her in an embrace. "I came to spend the day with you again so you won't get bored" Belle said.

I don't know if I'll be happy because somehow I've become close to the rest of my classmates because of their feeling close when they call me with horrible endearment or, will be annoyed because my ears are ringing when they call me Strawberry babe. “Strawberry babe, Friend!” That's Belle. “SB, Friend!” That's Brena. They both call me that. When they got close to me, they simultaneously clung to my arm and simultaneously walked here in the hallway. “Aren't you hurt, Strawberry Babe, Friend?” Belle asked me. “What are you saying?” I'm confused by that question. Where can I get hurt? “We've already stepped on your very long hair.” Belle replied. “What shampoo do you use, our SB Friend?” Brena