Tinkerbell Book Novels & Stories

Deciding the rest of the mural can go up another time, I step off the chair and head downstairs with Muna. “Hi. You alright?” I ask, making a point of smiling at her when she walks into the house. She gives me a quizzical look in return. “I’m fine, thank you. Good afternoon.” “We were upstairs decorating Muna’s room,” I say, before turning to my daughter. “Weren’t we, darling?” “We were! With Tinkerbell !” “Oh, that’s lovely!” she says to Muna, the gap-toothed smile again on her face. “You finally have your Tinkerbell room!”

“Actually, yes. I was with Emiline…er, I mean Miss Emmie and she taught me…um…” She stopped abruptly as if she had said something wrong. Gabe was happy to learn the companion’s full name—although Emmie suited her much better for some reason. All eyes turned toward Lady Sarah, waiting for her to finish her story. Gabe’s cousin, Rebecca, snorted a rude laugh. “Your companion taught you how to play? Are you saying this game is a servant’s game?”

Sort of. My fingers fumbled toward the nightstand. I grabbed the glass of water Rosa always left there and downed half of it in one breath. But the shaking didn’t stop. I turned toward the small shelf near the window and reached for a book. The only thing that could slow my mind down enough to breathe. I flipped the lamp on. Its golden glow bathed the cover in warmth. “The Kingdom of Soft Stars.” A children’s fairytale. Sweet. Magical. It was about a young girl named Elara who could speak to the stars. But the stars only whispered at night—and only if you were brave enough to be alone in the dark.

The woman informed us the tale. I smiled at the thought of how Peter Pan and Gavin were so alike with each other that another part of myself stings. What if the Gavin I knew is not as free-spirited and easy-going as the one I met three years ago? I do not think I can handle that sort of idea. “So who is tinkerbell?” Blair asked “Tinkerbell is Peter Pan’s partner-in-crime and she has the ability to sprinkle pixie dust to other people to make them fly,” the woman replied.

“You’re beautiful. So beautiful I want to ruin you for good.” She bit her lip hard. I had overheard Cassie teasing her about calling us her bad daddies, to which she giggled. And I knew then that she had her wild fantasies also. That alone gave me hope that she’d explore other stuff of kinkiness we could give her. “Please, Carl, Caleb,” she whispered, her voice barely above a hoarse whisper. “I want more.” Her words sent a jolt of desire straight to my cock, igniting a primal need within me. Without hesitation, I leaned in to claim her lips in a passionate kiss, tasting her sweetness.

I flipped mine over and stared at the spine, turning the book at different angles until I noticed a slight shimmer on the spine. My heart jolted. This can't be. I opened the book to the first blank page. My breathing became loud in my ears as I swallowed hard. I snapped my fingers and a black flame appeared on my fingertip. I placed it against the page. My heart stopped beating as I watched words suddenly appear. ~~ To my dearest Taitan, I'll be in touch...

My breath caught within my lungs as Cian’s embrace steadily grew colder the more I grew disconnected from reality, the threat of unconsciousness loomed over me as I attempted to meet his worried gaze. Orbs burned like tamed stars floated above my head with a captivating white hue catching my eyes shifting my fuchsia eyes to a shimmering golden, the miniature suns interconnected with one another as if nothing else existed but the beautiful spheres. A tiny stubby palm reached out towards the captivating light only for the realization to dawn on me that they were my own tiny hands. Hands that I should have recognized with a first glance and yet the tiny fingers seemed unfamiliar to me as I spre

“Jess, you know I love you so much, but not that kinda love. You’ll get disappointed in me shortly as I couldn’t give you what you want, and I don’t want that. Let’s just keep being besties?” She smirks. “Works for me. But answer Princess’ G question, Tinkerbell. I also have the same question.” “Me too,” Caddie added. “And this Amber Musk is so nice. You know I don’t like those flowery or fruity smells, thank you so soo much for remembering it.” “The theater guy brought me a hell lot of BodyBabes’ products in a huge hamper last night. Almost all of their product series, and I couldn’t possibly use them all, of course, then he said I can do anything with it, giving to my friends and all.”

Lila’s nerves felt frazzled with tension as she listened to the activity on the opposite side of her bedroom door. She’d secured the lock and turned out all of her lights before crawling into bed. If she were in her apartment, she’d have been snuggled beneath her thick comforter while watching a little television to help her to unwind. To her disappointment, not only was there no cell phone service in their monstrous stone prison, but there was no television or internet either.

I paced up and down, left and right continuously but couldn't lay a finger on what is actually happening. "That arrogant brat might come anytime soon, I wouldn't want him to meet me here and continue nagging." I thought. "I have to leave". I turned to leave only to find my stomach rumbling. "I'm so hungry, I wish I could eat a thousand muckleberries." I imagined myself in a pool of muckleberries when I remembered that there was a huge freezer in the house.