The Little Mermaid Max Licks Ariel Novels & Stories

I turned back around I saw Ariel Marie sleeping peacefully like a beauty. I took my fingers very gently and touched her pink cheeks. I am staring down at her. She is very pretty. I can't lie, she is unbelievably beautiful. I bent down and took her big black glasses off her face. I am staring at her. She is sleeping like a beauty with red lips. I am staring at her kissable lips. I want to bend down and kiss them. I wonder what she would taste like. I am licking my lips. I just can imagine it. Then she started to move around, so I stepped back a little. I don't want to wake her. So, I stare at her for a while. Then I didn't hear anyone come into the room. Until I heard someone say.

Just like her, the mermaid also had long ginger hair. “She is? Didn't you say you didn't like the little mermaid?” “I…I lied.” Bree laughed. Slowly but surely, she was going to make her daughter start acting like the child that she was. She knew that Ariel loved the little mermaid but she never admits it. Perhaps she thinks big girls don't watch mermaid movies? Ariel pressed her hands against the glass where the mermaid’s hands rested. For a brief moment, they seemed to communicate with their eyes like there was a secret language. The mermaid smiled at Ariel for a while before gliding to the other children.

Still standing on the spot and staring at the door with tears streaming down her cheeks, the door suddenly opens and Max steps out, but he stops abruptly and his face dilates in shock as the sight of Ariel welcomes him. "I... I... I was going to get a glass of water," Embarrassed, she stutters nervously and without waiting to hear anything else from him, she scurries away, while he stares at her confusingly. "Why was she crying?" He mumbles to himself as he stares into space. He shrugs before walking down the hallway. He was initially on his way to the kitchen to get something. Inside the kitchen... Ariel walks inside and set to make instant noodles for herself. It only take her a few minute

the woman responded but Mel shook her head. "Okay what's going on and who is this woman?" I asked Mel. "She's Arianna, my friend," Mel happy said but all the woman did was glare at me when I looked at her. "I don't get it! Your friend? From where?" I asked and soon dad uncle Ryan and Kaden shifted back into their human forms with one of the warriors who were there throwing them each some shorts to wear. "She's my mermaid friend from the village. Well she's not a friend but she's more like my mom she's very nice," she responded smiling lightly and all I did was raise a questioning eyebrow.

"I am." Max's heart soared hearing that. He'd thought for sure that he would never again have her in his life, but here she was. He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up. Her lips sealed over his as their friends and family cheered. Then, he turned to the tune of gasps. "Look out!" someone called out. Lumen grinned against his lips as he took three long strides and leapt off the cliff into the crystal blue waters below. This was just their beginning.

The little mermaid stretched out her hand to him, wanting to run her webbed fingers over his lips, but the man jerked, warily watching her movements. “Don't be afraid,” Nocté snapped and smiled, scaring the man even more with her fangs. The man tried to get up, but instantly fell and immediately hissed from the pain in his arm. “I've healed the cuts, you are safe, do you want to eat?” The little mermaid brought the captured sea slug to his face. The bluish horns of the mollusk shrank into the bluish body in fright. The man shook his head, his face twisted into a grimace of disgust.

“She’s not your child. Her parents will find her soon enough.” I shot him a look filled with pure hatred. Fine — he could treat me like ice if he wanted. Maybe I deserved that. But what had the child done? “Heartless,” I muttered. “There’s no such thing as someone else’s child, Max. Come on, sweetheart. Uncle was just joking. He loves silly jokes. Tell me, have you ever watched The Little Mermaid?” I took the girl’s hand and turned away from my husband. “Of course! It’s my favorite!” she exclaimed.

I swallowed hard, the taste of bitterness burning my throat. Finally, after a long, tense pause, Ariel leaned back and clapped her hands once, sharply. “But!” she chirped, spinning on her heel. “Because I’m just so generous tonight, I’m giving you all a pass. That’s right! You’re free to go home. No punishments. No shouting. No locking you all up.” She turned to face us again, beaming like she had just handed out candy. “No more sneaking off into the dark like naughty little criminals,” she said, wagging her finger like we were misbehaving children. “Let's all get cozy again. Like one big, happy family.”

Max snorted and pushed at his dad’s chest. “I can do it myself, Daddy! I can!” “You were swimming like a busted blender,” Pascha said. “You need a quick break.” “But Mischa swam back to the boat on her own!” Max pointed at Mischa, who was gliding through the water like a miniature Olympian, approaching the boat ladder. “That’s because Mischa didn’t waste all her energy pretending to be a Transformer underwater,” I said, swimming over and pulling off my snorkel mask. Max whined. “But I can do it too!”

She blinked back the sting in her eyes, forcing herself to stay strong. Anya’s voice chimed in. “He’s been an angel, Ariel. But I swear, if you don’t come back soon, I might lose my mind with his energy.” Ariel chuckled, though it was weak. “I know. Just a little longer.” Lies. She didn’t know when. Max’s tiny lips pouted. “Mama, come home. I made a drawing of you!” Her breath caught. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. She bit her lip, trying to suppress the overwhelming emotions surging through her.