Taffyta Muttonfudge And Vanellope Von Schweetz Novels & Stories

At the end of the day, any decision that gets made is hers and hers alone, and I’m grateful that I have an amazing Alpha in her and that I don’t have her job. I inhale deeply. It’s with that deep inhale that I smell my favorite scent in the whole world, warm cherry pie. I know my mate is near. It’s then that I heard the knock on the door. “Come in, Beautiful” I call to Zella, my mate as I lift my head up while still remaining hunched over the desk. Thought to be a Hebrew name meaning, “wolf” the name Zella only encapsulates one small part of who this wonderful woman is. Yes, she is a wolf. But, she’s also my mate, the female Beta of the Crimson Snow Pack, a strong warrior who balances that s

Tyler asked joking around. “Not everyone who sees a shrink is crazy Ty,” I said and started to head inside the building. That’s when I heard her voice. Kennedy Jones the school’s most feared female. The perfect queen for a king. Head cheerleader, Straight A student, and very popular. Not to mention hot as hell. Also a total bitch and my girlfriend. She came running over to me and hugged me. “Morning babe,” I said to her, and then her group of minions came running up, and off she went.

"Hey wait up” I yell at my best friend Annabelle Haul. She’s a tall 5’9” beauty. She has long red hair that stops just below her bottom. She perfect in every way and she isn’t afraid to show anyone what they get when they mess with her or me for that matter. Who am I?!? My name is Tiffany Tow I’m the daughter to Calvin Tow the bata of Blue Moon Pack. I’m an omega or at least that’s what my wolf and I want everyone to think. You see I’m a very special she-wolf but we will get to that later.

"Yup, that's Police Chief Anderson. Looks like he's examining some cantaloupe." "Well, he can examine my cantaloupes all he wants." Tarra's hazel eyes meet mine and I smirk, lifting my brow. Leaning over the cart and exhaling, Tarra says, "Fine, they aren't cantaloupes. Let's call them plums. Yeah, he can play with my plums." I hold my stomach as I begin laughing uncontrollably. "What? So I'm part of the itty-bitty-titty committee. Sue me," Tarra scoffs, nudging me with her elbow.

“Usually she is in the bakery… baking a magical cake whose taste is incomparable! Hopefully, she bakes a nut-studded chocolate muffin… I love it, and almonds are really good for my fur… make it even smoother and more fluffy. "Ah, yes. Thank you… may I know your name?” I asked politely since earlier I called her Miss Swan. “I am Miss Napoli. I'm a professional dancer, now I'm exploring the world of singing, nice to meet you!" She twisted and poised gracefully, she's a great dancer.

It was a small victory, but it meant everything to me. Another day, I saw her finding the jar of tamarind candies. She picked it up, examining the ribbon and the neatly written note. As she read my words, a giggle escaped her lips—a sound so pure and sweet that it echoed in my mind long after she had gone inside. That giggle was a melody, a sign that perhaps I was starting to break through her defenses. I knew my efforts were not going in vain. Vanessa is a simple girl, and small things make her happy. She made those tattoos to make people think she has changed, but deep down she is still that same girl that grew up with my children—the one I have always loved, not knowing she was going to b

“Don’t bother. Milka already convinced me to be Olaf for Halloween.” My lips formed a grin, and I turned my face toward him. “For real?” He shrugged. “She agreed to let me be zombie Olaf.” “Unbelievable.” I laughed as Conor called for Milka. She whined in protest until he mentioned the c-word—“candy.” I had quickly come to realize that Milka’s absolute favorite thing in the world was Sour Patch Kids, and that Conor always seemed to have a stash of them somewhere around his person. He used them for anything, including bribery.

• Vantae Keats: V is an eighteen-year-old boy who lives with his cousin and uncle. He has slightly wavy dark brown hair and prefers to keep a mullet. MBTI type: ENFP. He may be a recognized Extrovert, but this young man hates mingling with people. He's 179 cm tall (5'10 ft), weighing 62 kgs (139 lbs). Has one monolid and one double lid and a damn cute boxy smile. Favorite color: Grey. Zodiac: Capricorn. My boy hates coffee but is down for hot cocoa anytime. Vantae doesn't have the rock-hard abs like most protagonists but instead adorns a lean shape. He's brave and strong with a fighting spirit. With no parents to shield him, he was brought up by his cousin, Asa. Not to forget his best friend

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I’d eaten two Kit-Kat bars, and a full package of Twinkies since last night. Vasha was arriving in a little while, and Char was helping me to look my best while I’m still stuck at Banner. “Mmmmm...that one.” I pointed toward the creamy peach lipstick, and watched my friend nod with a smile as she snapped the cap on the rejected shade in place.