روايات وقصص ضمن Toon

"Come meet the dead." "Charming," one of the strangers said, grinning crookedly. Nova gestured to them. "This is Wren and Milo. Wren's the one who looks like she could kill a man with her pinky. Milo's the one who'd help bury the body." Wren waved with two fingers, her nails black and sharp-looking. "Don’t believe everything she says. I’d use my whole hand." Milo, a boy with a mess of dark curls and a permanent half-smile, nodded. "I only help with bodies if snacks are involved."

Killarney, Ireland, 1840 Kian O'Braonain was the best friend anyone in the world could ever have. He could run as fast as lightening, climb like a cat, and hit a bird with a stone from twenty yards. While Aaron seldom had a chance to play with his friend now that he was older and had more responsibility, his Ma usually didn’t mind if he walked home with Kian after mass, and the boys would spend several hours running around the base of Torc Mountain, tossing stones in the lake, or running through the village scaring the chickens and the cows.

Lee had said looking at the piece of paper. “I’m never going to get all these words on my head in three days” Miho had sadly sad. “Maybe I should let Sue get the part plus she has a louder voice then me.” “If you ask me I think you are doing pretty well” Lee had replied. “Plus your voice sound strong and scary like a real and I mean a real brave mouse which is trying to save the princess.” “Really?” Miho had asked. “Yes really, plus you got that face of a true warrior” Lee had said while changing his face in order to show Miho how her face looked.

The apartment he rented in Trafford, one of the districts of Manchester, was at least ten times larger. Lou added to the trinkets from fans another one - a designer toy. A sort of cross between a sheep and a dragon, with eyes like two dark forest lakes. He puzzled for a long time what to give his beloved, and decided that she should like it. With her specific tastes. And I didn't guess. Kit squeaked and squeezed the monster with childish delight. She baptized him with his name. And then she began to squeeze Louis himself.

To that image. To my picture.

“Together.” ##########

The toy . . “The Logan in your diary is Tony’s older brother.” Jessie giggled hard on the couch, clutching her stomach. “I was right,” we said in unison as I rolled my eyes. I had expected as much from her. “But how could someone have the same features and the same name?” I wrinkled my brows.

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Jack asks. “Yeah, Gramps Matt and Gramps Nate are taking back over the Chicago operation until my cousin Lucius is ready,” I tell them. “Aunt Tootsie is a Luna,” Tellie laughs. As I think about it, I start to laugh. “Oh, sweet moon goddess, bless those pack members. Tootsie Royce is a Luna,” I laugh as we make it back to the packhouse. “What is so funny?” Mom asks us. “Aunt Tootsie is a Luna,” Tellie says.

Hearing his motorbike, I quickly pretended to read my history textbook while secretly watching him. Behind Connor is his family's roofless army green jeep. Thann one of the triplets sat in the driver's seat; across from him was their beautiful cousin Kara, and at the back were the remaining triplet, Tanner, and Tant. I admired Kara's light golden hair blowing gracefully in the wind. She was like a model, tall and elegant.