Luvier Stories

Suddenly, the wind stop blowing. . . I, Javier, and the PALs stopped our horses from galloping around. A greyish-white mare with a black mane, comes from the forest. The beautiful horse is ridden by a girl, about our age, with a blonde hair and cowgirl hat. I looked at the PALs, and their eyes were filled with pure shock, the exact opposite of what I saw from Javier. He was not shocked at all, his face showed that he was --indeed-- dissapointed. Dissapointed of what? 《¤¤¤》

Horses are like dogs... they are friends for life. And, so do Hacheta and Javier. 《¤¤¤》 [Under Editting] Yup, no lie. This one, too. Don't worry, the story hasn't ended, yet. I am just about to fix the grammar and add a bit of something to help ya guys! Stay tuned!