Winnie-the-pooh Novels & Stories

It's been ten years since I followed my fated mate, Grace Murphy, into the human world. Her childhood friend, Fred Williams, is dying. His one last wish? To experience marriage. Grace said yes. She told me she wanted to give her wedding to Fred. I didn't cry. I didn't fight. I just smiled, slid the ring off my finger, and handed it back to her. She brought Fred home and said she wanted to give him a home. I said, “Okay,” softly, and stepped aside—clean, neat, no fuss. She wanted to take Fred to Hawaii—the honeymoon destination I'd been dreaming about for years. I still helped her book everything, calm and composed. The day she boarded that plane, I finally answered the summons from my pack.

What a clever little wench. She couldn't have made it far. Not even half an hour had passed since I'd left her alone in the room. I gazed ahead, scanning the grounds, and as I suspected, the hunter hadn't made it too far. In the far distance, a small figure looking no larger than an ant from where I stood hurried away with desperate determination. She'd only reached the edge of the forest when I caught sight of her. Still, it was impressive that she'd covered that much distance already in her weakened state.

Let's go" He ordered and I stood up. "When we come face to face with people, I expect you to compose yourself. Your name is Lauren Dennis, you're a software engineer from a prestigious yet unknown family and you schooled in Hamilton University. You lived a sheltered life. Your hobbies are reading, writing and violin practice. Are we clear?

“Wake up, bro. Kid isn’t even here for you to claim lack of sleep for your slacking.” I shook my head and focused on stringing up the white and yellow streamers that went with the honey bee theme Pam and Hana decided on. I don’t think Hana gets the joke the same way I do. In the last decade, Pam has commented more than once about Winnie the Pooh and his bottomless hunger for honey compared to my hunger for her. Let Hana and everyone else think it’s just a cute baby thing or that Pam’s number on pregnancy craving has been honey. She puts that shit on everything… and I mean everything.

Harry “And I like that she’s so smart,” Winnie continued, gushing on about Raina as though she was the most spectacular being she had ever come across in her life. “You know you have to be so smart to work with animals. You have to be able to tell what’s wrong with them as soon as you see them.”

She glares at her and hisses like a cat. "Nice to see you too, Winnie," Tobias narrows his eyes. He looks like a pissed-off cat, ready to hiss at the unwanted affection. "But you seem to have forgotten that I hate being hugged..." "No, I remember—that's why I hugged you!" Winnie steps away from him, and then she gives me a dazzling, radiant smile. "Hi, there! My name is Winnie. I'm the guy's childhood friend, but don't worry," she winks. "It's not like that."

She smiled as she lit a small fire and quickly extinguished it. “I miss you and come back here quickly, my white witch,” he said, hoping she would return to his side quickly and never leave. THE END……..

His nose and cheek bones look exactly like Winnie’s face and it’s easy to tell that he’s Winnie’s father. “This is our High Priest and Winnie’s father, Leo Howe. And this,” here Liv indicates a young woman who has gotten out of the backseat of the car, “is Winnie’s handfasted, Nissa Swan.” Nissa’s honey brown skin glows and her hazel eyes are alight with mischief. Her black hair is straight and soft, blowing in the slight breeze. She tucks her body into Winnie’s side, looping her arm around her.

Once he pivots around, he notices that there is a soft scent of honey that sits in the air. "That is odd. We have not had honey in the cottage for weeks," he wonders. He shakes his head and steps further into the room. "Oh my, whatever could it be?" Beatrice tugs at her thick necklace. It is made from dense rope and ends with a piece of stone etched into the shape of a paw. "It is nothing we cannot handle." Jasper reassures her as he tosses his bag at the bottom of the chair at the table. "We normally have random Pivurlion that pass by. It is normal. I am sure they are just travelers."

We both looked at the woman in black when she spoke. "Daniell Jane Cruz." My eyes widened when she mentioned my full name. "Cyrille Bertiz." Cyrille and I looked at each other. "H-how did you know our name?" Cyrille asked tremblingly. The woman did not answer. We also couldn’t see her face because it was covered. “Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall Humpty Dumpty had a great fall All the king’s horses and all the king’s men Couldn’t put Humpty together again.” My hand kept shaking. That song