Whiteboard Fox Novels & Stories

-She knows I'm going to your gym and she's not happy about it- I reply and fill my fork full of salad and stick it in my mouth so I don't have to keep talking about it. -How's school going- Campbell asks changing the subject, I thank him with my eyes. - It's going great! I have a boyfriend!- she shouts happily, I smile but I see how both Bob and Campbell look at each other, they both look at each other and Bob nods. - And what's the snot's name....- I kick him under the table- the kid?- he rectifies.

“Don’t worry, you’re safe. Just don’t make a fucking display of this.” Of course she wasn’t going to listen. Foxes were some of the loudest fucking annoying creatures sounding like howling gargles of devish gremlins and she was going to make sure everyone knew she was in there. Plus she was putting up quite the fight inside it was making it difficult to carry the damn thing.

But my optimism was dwindling. Fox brought the box over to the rickety table we sat at the night before, and waved her hands around it as if to say, “ta-da!” The stone floor against my bare feet sent a quick chill up my spine as I inspected the box. It was white cardboard, with a insignia of a blue eye stamped on the sides. As I reached for it a familiar smell hit my nose, I crinkled it in disgust. “VIXEN!” Fox yelled out swatting the air around her.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" "It's splendid!" Leaf squealed. I looked towards the talker and flinched with shock and fear when I saw a fox sitting in front of me. The fox was 5.7ft tall, with rose gold fur with a long white streaky trailing from his head to his fluffy tail. His paws were white too and the inside of his ears red. He was beautiful. "Love you!" Leaf shrieked. "You are so cute, Foxy!"

It’s a Snapchat notification. From Mateo Russo. Huh, I guess he’s still awake after all. I move my avatar back to the shelter we made and then open the app. Whatever it is, it’s a video. I mute myself, so Rob doesn’t hear anything, and open it. The video’s fairly dark, so I don’t recognise what’s happening at first, but then the angle changes. It’s Mateo’s hand, slowly stroking his hard-on through his sweatpants. My eyes widen, and my stomach clenches as I watch, transfixed, as he moves it up and down. Despite myself, my own dick starts to stir.

"Oh, hello, Harriet! I didn't know you were with my son. Do you like some brownies?" I waved my hand at Mrs. Wander meekly and politely rejected her offer, I don't have an appetite right now. But when we reached the workshop, Joshua turned on the lights, and I saw many flamingos around me. "Do you sell these?" "Yeah, of course," Joshua replied, I felt like my heart skipped a beat by then. "But if it's you, it's at a higher price by then." My forehead wrinkled at that. "I'm friends with Azi."

Fox said, giving Zinnia that knowing wink as Zinnia smiled. "So what's the plan?" "Don't worry; I will let you know in due time; let's just start with him," Fox said, pulling out a box under his bed. @pop precious

When I finally heard him, my blood ran cold. “Come here foxy fox. Come here, foxy fox. I wanna play some more.” Did my green eyes really give me away as the Fox, or was it a coincidence, because he seemed to like to give nicknames to the people he harassed? I sat in that tree for what seemed like forever. Besides my heartbeat, I heard nothing and saw nothing of Ezra.

But the girl still looked around warily to avoid surprises. Having gone deeper into the forest along the path, Anika suddenly heard a plaintive whine. Having determined where it was coming from, she discovered a dog that looked like a shepherd nearby near one of the trees. And she froze, afraid that she might attack, but the dog remained in place and whined pitifully again.

I accused her. “I can neither confirm nor deny,” she answers, contentedly stroking a pack of gel pens. “While the abundance of stationary is impressive,” Owen begins, “Let’s start with what we know so far.” The whiteboard reads and writes “weeks” in the upper left corner. All of us, even Xiao, make alarmed noises at the chaotic shape of the letters. “How about someone with better handwriting?” Ryan suggests, tacking on a hasty, Nono offense, Your Majesty.”