Tigger Novels & Stories

Using his forefinger, he started making erotic circles on her bare skin. Hazel's fists balled tightly as a tingly sensation started building up in her tummy. 'Mind over matter', she thought. She chanted those words over and over again inside her head to distract herself from the zillion sensation Chase's simple touch brought her.

A tiger motif was tattooed on his face. This man was Tigre, one of the Quintus family’s twelve zodiac fighters, a person much stronger than Pigsy and Capra. “After screwing up, how are you still alive?”

his impatience irked him from not getting the desired reply "Aaahahaha, waaa, waaaaa... mammmaa, mammmaaa," She suddenly started crying aloud instead of answering, she was after all but a little kid "Tama, baby, my princess, I'm sorry.. very sorry baby, listen to me darling," Tazz felt helpless and guilty that he made her cry, he didn't mean to sound harsh "Waaa..waaa," "Tama what happened darling?," Mahira rushed up to her as Little Tiger stood next to her, confused at her sudden burst

he blabber. "Yeah. is that a problem?" she asked. He nod negatively, too quickly. He was becoming sweaty. Stella wanted to follow him to Jenifer's place?. Oh no! ~ "If a creeper comes at you in the subway, you KICK, KICK him like this" As the instructor simulated a kicking motion. Marcus enters into the class.

You spat the words like it left a foul taste in your mouth. "Tethered— we were two halves, we are now one. Killing you would be killing myself, and so, you shall live." "On stranger tides, Drop anchor and pray, That your love returns, with Dawn's first rays..." I wish I had some grasp at the time of what an exceptional and rare gift it was to be tethered. If I'd have known what it truly meant to find the other half of one's soul, I would have begged you to run. To run with me as far as we could go, deep onto dry land and far from the sea. If only I'd known how unforgiving she would be... How cruel a mother could be to her children...

snapped Cassie, "I like 'em! They are so cute, especially puppies and you just wanna hug them so tight or let them play with a squeaky toy..." "Haha," Henry interrupted, "fun-fact! Did you know that dogs play with squeaky toys just because that noise produced by those toys sounds the same as the sound produced by their dying prey?" "Why do you always have to ruin a perfectly good moment?" Carmen narrowed her eyes at him. "Doesn't sound so cute now, does it?" "Mr. Gordon, what do you think you're doing?" called the history teacher after spotting Ben drawing a pair of devil horns on an illustration of a dog's head.

I continue to ignore him as im stuffing whatever I can get my hands on, “I cant be here Marcus. Everything and everywhere reminds me of him. My shops, the fields, my office, The Great Oak. He is everywhere. I wont survive this again” I can see tears falling from Marcus’s eyes as he continues to plead with me not to destroy my life. Im not though, its already in shatters. Every time he decides to walk away, I stay and pick up the pieces again whilst waiting for him to come back. He always does, and I always take him back, then he leaves again. I have no self-control, so this time im going where he cant come and find me. Im leaving Oenardil and joining Rircaex.

Well, now I can focus on the real reason why I'm here. "Oh, come on. They're not that bad. And they have some really cool lizards and turtles in there too," Connor said "Yeah, I agree. And it's always interesting to see animals that you don't usually get to see in your everyday life," Lowell said "Definitely. Well, let's go check out the reptile house again, and then we can make our way over to the other exhibits," Tasha said "Fine, but if I see a snake, I'm outta there!" I said

It doesn't reach my eyes. My vision blurs. My breath hitches. And then, then it happens. The laughter dies in my throat, twisting, warping into something else entirely. My shoulders shake first, then my hands. I press my lips together, willing it to stop, but it doesn't. I suck in a sharp breath, but it stutters on the way in. Then the first tear slips. I swipe at it angrily, but another follows. And another. And another. The next breath I take shatters me.

EM–0C0 Ember’s jaw clenched. “What is it?” Dr. Dell turned to her slowly. “You have a trigger buried in a specific sensory combination.” “Meaning?” “Touch. Smell. Sound. If activated in the right sequence… your brain shuts off its threat response. You obey without hesitation.” Ember’s blood ran cold. “It was never in the code,” she whispered. “It was in the conditioning.” Dr. Dell nodded. “He embedded it when you were a child. Your scent memory. Voice tone. Skin temperature recognition.”