No Longer Wanted Stories

STORIES WITHOUT TITLES BREAK

(Story Idea #13)
"Dusk! Come here baby!" I called out, shaking a box of cinnamon crackers. "Dusk! Duuuuuusssssssssssssk!" Pouting, I sat criss-crossed in front of my white faux leather couch and on my grey and silver string carpet. The sound of clicking hooves caught my attention, causing me to turn towards the noise. Dusk, my chital deer male fawn, skipped towards me, his chocolate brown eyes practically glowing as he saw the box of treats. "Hi there Dus, have you've been a good deer?" He looked down at the box and then back up at me and 'meh'ed.

(Story Idea #10)
I cautiously carried the glass bowl towards the fridge, being careful to not tip the bowl, thus causing the jello mix to pour out. The lights started flickering on and off, causing me to freeze and tighten my grip on the bowl. "J-Ja-James?"

(Story Idea #9)
His eyes narrowed into slits, and he bared his fangs at Damian. "Do not ssspeak about her like that! I will not hesssitate to hurt you."

Damian walked closer towards me, a light frown gracing his features. "Jenna, I think it's best if you get a new friend, one that's fully huma-" he didn't get to finish because Zane lounged at him, fangs glistening with poison and eyes in slits so narrow they were practically nonexistent.

I quickly ran and pushed Damian out of they way, the pressure of Zane's tail wrap around me and start crushing me like an anaconda. His fangs were getting closer to me, but at the moment, what mattered more was to be able to breath and not fracture or fully break any bones.

Blacks spots danced in my vision, and I was gasping for air, which seamed to snap Zane out of his predatory trance. "Jenna! Oh sh*t! I'm so so so sorry!" He loosened his tail on me and a cracking sound made all of us flinch, and me cry out in pain. "Oh sh*t! Sh*t, sh*, sh*t..." He softly pulled me towards him and hugged me gently. "I'm so sorry love, I just... Instinct came and saw him as a threat, and when that happens I'm quite literally an animal... I'm so so so sorry-"

(Idea for story #4)
The sound of the door opening made me wake up. I looked up and winced at the bright light. There were the sounds of footsteps and the clank of a tray being put on the floor. After a few seconds, the door closed and I was left back alone in my cell in the dark.

Finally getting up, I grabbed the tray and took the toast and dipped it in the tomato soup. After finishing everything, I looked around the boring cell, until my eyes landed on the shadow of a body. Walking towards it, I saw a girl. All I could see was that she was about five and a half feet tall, slightly tanned skin, and dark brown hair with caramel streaks.

I grabbed her shoulder and shook her softly. She replied with a groan before turning to face me. "W-who are you?" Her eyes were a blue-grey color, kind-of like the skies during winter time. I grabbed her palm and started to trace letters, forming words, thus forming sentences. Her face scrunched up slightly as I traced on her palm. "Your name is Liam?"

(Idea for story #3)
I didn't know where we were going, but all I knew was that it was far away.

If you're wondering what happened, it's very simple. I was with my dad to drop-off my mum her lunch at her dentistry, but we were suddenly attacked by a pack. We managed to escape, and now we are on our way to our house, that was at the edge of our territory.

My dad was a warrior wolf, and my mom was the main dentist in her clinic, she was a marble fox. I was their only child, at the age of seventeen and a half, I was an oversized marble fox. Well, not really, I was the size of a recently shifted she-werewolf, unlike my mom who was the size of a normal she-wolf. Thank you dad for giving me the genes to be not tiny!

"Vera-Jane? Sweetie? Are you okay?" My mum asked, looking at me with her soft, light brown eyes.

I turned to look at her. "Yes mami. I'm fine. Are you okay?"