Thumper #bambi Quotes Novels & Stories

Bambi mumbled, drumming her fingers on the reception desk with disdain. "Ma'am. Mrs Linus right? " Anthony questioned. "I need to make a call to my lawyer! " Bambi Amah Solanke declared! Opemiplenty

"come on my earth we were going home stop thinking my extending fans club I'm all yours" Waaaaaa can I shout for real!

Needed to hold and keep safe. Farren shook her head, letting some of her pin-straight tendrils fall on her face. "I keep hearing the bullets hit things. Seeing Priamos fall to the ground." She grimaced and pulled her arms tightly across her chest. Sinking into a crouch, I placed my hand on her extended foot. Farren recoiled. Brought her legs slightly up and out of my reach. This stirred the fawn. Bambi, they had all started calling him. Those doe eyes settled on me. Brushed me off and curled back into the girl. She had started to aimlessly pet it. Soothing either her nerves or his.

She whispered back, "I think I like you much much more Eros." I smiled. "I know I am in love with you, Bambi."

I already know the answer to that question, i was just hoping that it was just some kind of nightmare. "Oh dear, i'm very sorry for you loss." She sounded sincere. "I've never wanted to help them with all this slavery-related work but I've got no choice, like most of us.. I'm so sorry but i'm just doing my job here. Now, can i ask you some questions?" I calmed myself down and nodded again. "Okay, Bambi. How old are you?" "17." "Date of birth?" "24th of June 1998." She typed down all the information on her tablet.

The familiar warmth of having people who truly look out for me wrapped around my heart like a long-lost embrace. Later that night, as I tuck Bambam into her bed, I find myself marveling at her resilience. Spinal cord issues after the attack at Grandfather’s birthday party should have left her bedridden, but not her. Not Bambam. She’s made of something unbreakable, a true spine of steel, pun intended. “Stop looking at me like I’m made of glass, child.” She rolls her eyes, swatting my hands playfully away. I scoff, shaking my head. “Never. You’re probably made of hardwood if anything.”