Zack Fair Plush Novels & Stories

Ash owned the couch like a tiny ruler just back from war. He lay on his side, dinosaur T-shirt already stained with sauce, pillows stacked into a fort, little feet kicking at the air. The iPad leaned against the armrest, Zoe’s face filling the screen. Zoe’s curls were pulled into two buns on top of her head, like two glitter bombs about to go off. Behind her I caught a slice of Zach and Krystal’s place: white walls, expensive-looking decor, and something that looked like a mini bar, way too neat for regular humans.

To think the three can beat her seems rather off to Joy. Tho she was average in height, she is quite good at defending herself. She might be wounded but she would make sure each one of them has a scar or even more. Joy was the type that gets angry easily but is easy to forgive others. Stepping on her toes is more like stepping on a cobra's tail. The result is inevitable. ... Zack stood in his handsome glory, with black jeans and a yellow round neck top which made his abs almost wanting to pop out of his body, a face cap on his head.

I ask, nodding my cup towards him before taking a small sip. Zack is in a red T-shirt and black jeans he's got dark glowing skin and one of his best features or one I consider to be his best feature is his shy smile and the way the skin beside his brown eyes get wrinkled up when he smiles. He's rearing a lower hair cut from the one I remembered him carrying and though yet to comment on it, I know it has something to do with trying to win Zander over and gets his approval.

“Pick whatever you want ... anything” “Zac I don’t like spending ...”. He holds up a cute onesie saying ‘daddy’s other chick’ and an arrow. “Aww that is so adorable”. ‘Hey do that come in wolf size ?’ Zyka asks. ‘I would look cute in that, right ?’ ‘Uhm no’. He chuckles. “Come on ... I know you want to go baby crazy just as much as me”. He might be right ... at least we end up with a bed, a stroller, a car seat and a ton of clothes, toys and little bits and bobs.

My daughter had chosen CEO Barbie. I didn’t know whether to be proud or start saving for therapy. “Fine,” I said. “That one.” Issa hugged the box. “I will teach her to fire people.” Max lifted the blue monster truck. “I want this one. It has big wheels and police color, but not too police.” “Your sentence hurt grammar.” “It’s cool.” Zach took the truck from Max’s hand and inspected the box like he was evaluating an acquisition. “Good choice,” he said.