The Little Mushroom Novel Novels & Stories

He ordered for little children to be taken out of the scene, and then with my heart thumping hard, he wrapped my hand around his gun, and then he tangled his over mine. My heart was racing and my body was trembling, and as Xavier pulled each trigger over my fingers, I flinched and jolted at the force of which each bullet flew out of the barrel of the gun– but I made sure to keep my eyes open, in order to watch as the monsters of my childhood died before me. Xavier didn’t stop pulling on the trigger until each agreed number of bullets had gone through both men. The entire crowd was silent once Xavier was done. My entire body was trembling and I might have fallen over if Xavier hadn’t still re

she says and I nod, sure she can pay me back with giggles and smiles, seeing her happy is priceless to me. "Then let's go," Logan says happy about going shopping, we all got in my car and I drove us into town, the shops were open again but they were different, the same stores that had been hidden behind false names were now in public, Little supplies story, Milk&Honey a bdsm store, and a pet store, one for the human pets. "What's that store?" she asks pointing to the Milk&Honey one. "That's the last one you'd want to go into, how about that one?" Logan asks pointing to the little shop.

She was so hooked into the novel she was reading and as she flipped her twentieth page that afternoon, something fell out of the book and fluttered onto the floor. “Hm? Is that…” For the first time since she started reading that intriguing novel, she shifted her attention, reluctantly tearing away from her fantasy word and back into reality to pick up the little paper. But it was a picture that made her smile wryly. On it was a little baby, Mario when he was just a few months old. All wrapped up in a baby blue shawl and looking to be asleep. She fondly rubbed her fingers over the smooth surface of the picture in her hands. She was recollecting the past again.

Anything would be better than to be alone upon the sea. Nearer and nearer came the fireball. At last, when it reached the deck, to Ying-lo's surprise, something very, very strange happened. Before he had time to feel alarmed, the light vanished, and a funny little man stood in front of him peering anxiously into the child's frightened face.

He chuckled. He pressed the only button in the elevator, and it started moving down. She startled. "Another reason I named this place The Mines, is because it's underground," he said. He smelled amazing. Holy shit. Did he bath in gold? Nothing on him was particularly ostentatious, or obviously expensive. He just had...an aire around him. Except, she glanced down. His gold watch. He was wearing it last time too. The doors opened with a ding. She gasped.

He released my neck before lifting my two hands above my head and capturing them in one hand, rendering me completely helpless before tugging my jaw upwards with his free hand. "Oh Snow, you don't know what you do to me." I shivered at those whispered words just as he finally covered my lips with his, trapping my husky moans in. Excerpt from; His Little Snow [18+] ©Josephine. C. Ivy

"Traffic near the campus was brutal because of the graduation rehearsals. Besides, I brought gifts." "Gifts? Maverick, I'm trying to empty the apartment, not add more things to it," I said, though I couldn't stop the smile from spreading across my face. "Relax, it's not heavy," he said, reaching into the pocket of his hoodie which he had dropped onto a chair. He pulled out a small, rectangular object wrapped in simple brown paper and handed it to me. I took it from him, tearing the paper open carefully. It was a book. Specifically, a highly technical manual on advanced software architecture and data structures. There were neat, small sticky notes poking out from almost every single chapter.

The statistics reflected in their mecha confirmed their suspicions that the temperature of their surroundings was continuously dropping. Along with the change in sand, shadows of bare and crooked trees came into view. Very soon they came across clusters of mushrooms growing out of what looked like twisted withered logs and gnarly branches. The mushrooms had round caps that were as large as a typical soccer ball. It looked like it was secreting some kind of icky green and yellow mucus, that upon closer inspection were actually another new variant of gemstones. Naoko's hair reflexively stood on its end when she recalled about how the original soul had died a slow and agonising death because of

He had his head turned, talking to Garret, and I thought about just taking a piece but decided against it. “Babe,” I stated, nudging him with my elbow. He turned to look at me. “Can I have a piece?” “It’s bloody, Piccolo. Its room temperature cooked.” “I want a mushroom.” He raised his eyebrow at me. “You don’t like mushrooms.” “Well, I have a craving for them.” He stuck his fork in the mushroom and held it out to me. I took the mushroom off with my teeth, careful not to get lipstick on his fork. It was actually pretty good. I took my fork and stuck it in another, eating it before returning to my own plate.

I spotted the mushrooms on the table. Helen smacked me on the back and grumbled, “What are you staring at? Hurry up and wash them!” I hesitated and asked, “Helen, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you bring these mushrooms home before. Are you sure they’re not poisonous?” Predictably, Helen brushed me off with her usual disdain. “Look at you. You’re so clueless. These are rare termite mushrooms, perfect for making chicken broth. They’re incredibly nutritious! I went out before dawn to stake my claim, or someone else would’ve grabbed them already!