Unicorn Quotes Novels & Stories

Lord, why does he have to be so sweet? “What can I get for you guys?” I heard someone ask, making me snap my head toward the voice. “Uhm hey, I'd love to have banana-flavored ice cream and do you want ice cream Ace?” I asked softly. “Baby,” Ace mumbled, shaking his head. “Huh?” I said, tilting my head to the side. “You called me Ace, you are supposed to say baby.” He mumbled. My eyes went wide before looking at the lady who smiled at me.

She turns, looking at me with those shining eyes. “Don’t tempt me” she smiles. My stomach flips. **Ber er bakið sem á engan bróður = Bare is the back that has no brother. An Icelandic proverb roughly transliterating to 'If you've got no one to look out for you, you're stuffed in the worst of ways**

Bob continued. Troy's brow creased again. How did he explain Juicy to someone who had never met her? Well he guessed that he started by telling them about all of the qualities that he loved in her. "She's really pretty, but she doesn't completely know it. She's funny too, but again, I know she doesn't try to be. You can look at her and see that something bad has happened to her—in her past. She puts on a tough outer shell; but I can see past it. She reminds me of a hurt kitten; her teeth might bite and her claws might scratch, but they can't hurt you because you know she's more hurt and scared than anything else."

The unicorn got back to her feet and looked out over the forest and surrounding mountains, another year past. The squall of crows alerted the animals of the forest to the intrusion of men in their sanctuary. The unicorn lifted her elegant head and turned her ears to the south pass where the procession of men passed through her forest. She snorted and lashed her long lion-like tail against her flank; men were never a good thing.

I answered looking at the unicorn. “Do you want it?” “Kind of.” “That’s all I need to know.” “Really? But it’s going to be hard.” “I doubt that. I’ll make a bet with you.” “What’s the bet?” “I bet you two kisses that I can win you that unicorn.” “If you don’t?” “I’ll do whatever you want.” “Deal.”

“You can go to him now and tell him, I swear on the moon goddess that he will not believe a single word you say, Odette. Do you think I am a child?” My phone chose this moment to ring and as soon as I see the caller ID, anticipation surge through my veins. If she is calling so late, it could mean one thing. Pressing the receive button, I put the phone against my ear as her voice filters through. “Hello” “It seems the moon goddess has favorites” Jacqueline says from the other end and the frown on my face deepens. “What do you mean?” “Apparently aside from her mother, she is also a true Luna and her blood can nullify any kind of magic or spell, she also has the ability to heal and make whole”

A grin curved onto my lips on the realization that I'm about to be the strongest being on Dexo Fernia – and soon be crowned as their queen. Holding my double-bladed swallow on my left hand, I walked through the only barrier keeping me locked outside the coliseum. Emotionless I waited for it to be removed out of my sight and the cheers grew louder every second. And as the wood barrier was slowly removed, those cheers just grew even louder. "VERONICA! GO VERONICA! GO VERONICA!!" I held my head high when I was called. "Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!"

Mario greeted, "Hope you like it? The fire, skulls, bones- everything! It's awesome right? This place is called Hell! " "Oh! It's awesome! I can see you enjoy living here, " Nick said rather too sarcastically. "Oh, you love it? I can rent it off for you for free! " Mario shot back. "Now, enough of this crap! Get me out of here now and give me the pearl! "Nick said. " Ok, your Highness. Only if you can get it from up there! " Mario exclaimed looking up at the pearl, dangling on a golden chain. "Are you really saying I should get it? I'll be extremely glad to! " Nick said sarcastically again with annoyance.

Jordan A perfectly disoriented Quincy is worth trading grands to get in the front view row. His eyes are blown out in complete perplexity. They are electric, a charged mixture of amassed horniness. His silenced fractured gasp added to his pulchritude. “Jordan, the fuck are you up doing?”

☁️ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔, 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒔.