A/N: Was I pressured into rewriting this? Perhaps... Do I like the new version that should have been most of the third book? Perhaps... Thank you to all my lovely readers that stuck around. (And everyone who wasn't cruel, and gave real feedback. Thank you.) Also, there will be very little editing from this point on. But if you see mistakes or missing words, feel free to point them out. Sometimes the copy/paste from scrivener doesn't work that well.
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Heather POV
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I woke up to a technicolor ceiling. Shiny globs of glitter everywhere. Though the pixie looked like was having fun. Dancing around with a giant paintbrush her hand.
And naked, again.
"Annjaya..." I cursed under my breath. She stopped and turned around.
"Oops!" She grinned and hid the brush behind her back. Her face was that of guilty innocence. Though, hiding the paintbrush didn't help because it was as big as a broom. It's bristles shimmering with silver sparkles and rainbow glitter.
"What are you doing?" My tone was sweet. Almost too sweet as I tried to hide my annoyance.
"Making your room pretty! It's so boring and icky white!" She said and giggled nervously. Waving the brush around with confidence. "I love rainbows! They are so pretty, and I want everything to be a rainbow!"
Her chest was puffed out and a hand on her hip as she made this proclamation.
"Oh? And does that include me too?" I tilted an eyebrow. My bed was covered in sparkles, I must be too.
"Hmm..." She came over and inspected me with a serious expression. Her lips pursed, eyebrows creased, and a hand on her chin. Her mouth slowly morphed into a wolfish grin. "Yup!" She chirped and clapped. "You're so pretty now!"
"Mmhmm..." As I stretched and got out of bed, a shower of glitter fell off my body. "Anyway, I need to get ready for work. We'll talk about what you asked me to do when I get home. Now, you be a good girl and find cleaner pranks to pull."
"Aye aye! Will do!" She saluted smartly. The wicked and impish twinkle in her eye wasn't lost on me.
And with that, I got ready for work...
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"What are you saying!?" Cheyanne gasped and stared at me incredulously. "You can't mean to give up the most important thing to a human!"
The two of us were sitting on my couch and it was late. Curse Becca for keeping me at work until closing! That was normally Melanie's job.
Annjaya was somewhere. I didn't know where though. Flitting around the house thinking of pranks to pull was my guess.
Which happened when we got home.
At first, the place was super cold. Wispy puffs of smoke wafted through the creases of the door, giving off an eerie vibe.
Cheyanne was the first to rush forward and throw open the door.
Light aqua coloured ice covered everything in the living room. And a snickering naked pixie girl with a smug expression. And naked once again. Was she just against clothes or something!?
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The Pixies Promise (The Broken Fey Book 2)
Fantasy"Mama, save me..." Those were the last words written from my kitten before she was cruelly snatched away. As I despaired over her loss, I was met with a pixie. We made a deal; A kiss to show me where Hopea is. However, that backfired and the pixie...
