Puffy Puffy Amiyumi

“Elise…” I called out to her. I wanted to say something but my brain could not form any words to utter. So, her name in my lips lingered and silence enveloped us. I glimpsed at her peaceful face and, as if on cue, my nerves relaxed. I gently touched her cheeks using my thumb then moved to her lips. Everything is probably an understatement of what I am willing to do for her. Beyond everything, that is, if it exists. I moved closer to reach the seat belt and quickly strapped her. I also adjusted my seat and strapped my own. Then, I started the car engine and drove off. My mind wandered off our first meeting. She didn’t appear promising to me when she descended the doorstep of their house. She walks extremely slow and she hangs her head down like a sinner. The cuffs of her long sleeves were constantly pulled to hide her hands. Then, she looked up to meet my gaze. Her eyes were puffy and it was very obvious that she spent an hour, and probably more, crying. Nevertheless, she smiled at me, giving me an access to view her white teeth. She, then, accepted the flowers that I was offering. Her nails were clean and bare, no paint. Then, she muttered her first word to me, “Thank you.” After that, she went inside.

In the world of Tiamat, mortals are playthings for the gods—summoned to serve, survive, and entertain an unseen audience. Alain, an ordinary man from Earth, gets thrust into this world through an unexpected summoning, quickly stripped of his humanity and transformed into "Pebble," a brawny, low-intelligence character with a unique class called "The Battery." Tasked with walking a mysterious "Forest Path," Pebble quickly learns that his fate is being controlled by divine entities who act as his omniscient spectators, granting rewards, issuing tasks, and meddling with his every move. Pebble, with his new identity and peculiar skill set, teams up with an unlikely party of heroes: Phil, the eager snake-man rogue; Fred, the elderly wizard with unsteady but surprising powers; Bard, the charismatic musician; and Puffy, the foul-mouthed gnome who offers both guidance and exasperation. As Pebble struggles to navigate the rules of his new reality, he faces off against monsters, bandits, and divine "challenges" that range from inconvenient to life-threatening. Along the way, Pebble encounters gods who meddle in his life—sometimes offering aid, sometimes just making things harder. Among them are Glurt, the playful trickster; Artia, the shrewd, vengeful and alluring goddess; Aphrodite, who has her own plans for Pebble; and Reeki, the mysterious Mountain God who seems to have taken a special interest in him. As Pebble's viewership grows, he gains more power—but also more problems, as the gods begin to influence his decisions, pushing him toward a fate even he doesn’t fully understand. Haunted by his past life and the slow erosion of his Earthly hobbies and habits, Pebble tries to make sense of his role in this divine game. Aided by his comrades he must balance the absurdity of his situation with the reality of high-stakes danger. His class, "The Battery," holds mysterious potential that he's only beginning to uncover, and the path ahead is riddled with tasks that could lead him to greatness—or end his journey prematurely. Combining elements of dark humor, epic fantasy, and unpredictable divine interference, The Story of Pebble follows the adventures of a hero who never asked to be one, struggling to forge a path forward in a world where the line between game and reality is blurred—and where the gods are always watching.

The chubby Qian Nuan was forced to break her engagement and became the laughing stock of the entire city. Even the peddlers on the streets and alleys made fun of her appearance and background. Her fiancé told her, “With your puffy face, you look like a pig. I feel like puking when I see your unshapely waist and love-struck expression. Let’s get a divorce! Don’t pester me in future!” Qiao Nuan sneered. “Fool.” In the end, Qiao Nuan successfully slimmed down and transformed into a stunningly beautiful goddess. Her fiance prepared the most romantic courtship ceremony for her and knelt on one knee in front of her. "Nuan Nuan, I was wrong in the past. Can you forgive me? I'm willing to give you the best in the world." Qiao Nuan looked down on him. "I've never hated you, so I can't really say that I'll forgive you, because you don't deserve it." Her fiancé flew into a rage out of humiliation. "Don't forget, you're just a good-for-nothing whom I've broken off my engagement with, and you even have a son who doesn't even know who his father is. Other than me, who else would want to marry you?" That night, an internationally renowned doctor said to her, "Miss Qiao, would you go on a date with me?" An international superstar with millions of fans told her, "All of you treat me like a prince charming, but do you know? Qiao Nuan is the goddess of my heart, the only goddess!" And that scary mafia who controlled everything also stood out, "My wife won't have to trouble you to jump out and propose marriage after marriage. Also, who said that my son's father is unknown?"

A woman stood before God, her face wet with tears. She didn't want to die so hopelessly the way she did. She wanted to make a difference in the world. “Please God, send me back.” She fell to her knees with a slight thud, her hands covering her face as she sobbed. “I can do better this time. Please.” She pleaded while God stood before her with a soft look on his face. He bent down on his knees and softly touched her head. “Hush my child. There is no need to cry. If going back is what you truly want then I can send you back.” The woman looked up at God with puffy eyes. “I want to go back.” [I do not own the cover picture. All credit goes to the creator!]

A girl with an unhealthy mind, that unhealthy mind, turned into madness, pure madness. And in the end, her madness was finally cured, by the silly thing known as love.

Hello, He-Who-Dug-His-Own-Grave. You want to kill me? I spam heals and shields with no f**ks given. You want to kill my friends? I'm immortal and anyone I touch is immortal as well. You ambushed me with your Death Eaters? I'm OP in small scale pvp, medium scale pvp and large scale pvp. I'll kite you forever as I heal myself to tomorrow. P.S. The image does not belong to me. I downloaded it from Google.

Even though Brylee has tried to fit in to society, she’s been slapped down one time after another. If it wasn’t for Larkin, her good friend, she wouldn’t have anyone. Gage takes one look at the hurt young woman and decides she’s his to keep. Everything about her, from her luscious curves, puffy red lips, and doleful eyes, appeals to daddy inside him. Now he has to make her realize he’s the daddy she needs to protect and love her, and to give her the family she has always craved.

Victor Spring is a young warlock who is barely able to pay his school dues by tutoring children and selling low grade magical items at town gatherings and temples. When he was invited to his hometown's festival, he thought it would be business as usual.

(Please feel free to give me feedback or give me any tips on how I can do better!!!) In a world where Demons torment humans, there's a society known as the C.X that brings in people to take care of and train to be Xorcist and people to support them the Sister's. Xorcist are humans who are all born on October the tenth which; when they are born there Exorcising power are so potent they can even defeat a mere exorcist at birth. Those humans who have that much power are to be named Xorcist A girl named Xinia whose life is meant to be an Xorcist, she will find many allies and go through many adventures to the final enemy. The only question is...Will she die, not accepting that person's defeat? Characters descriptions- Xinia: A caucasian woman with dark brown puffy hair and is wearing a big purple long trenched coated jacket Sasha: A caucasian woman with blonde long hair and is always wearing blue pearl earrings Xavier: African American kid with wearing glasses on with giant puffy hair Ashley: A caucasian woman with long black hair with a all red sweater on Xander: A serious looking African American man with dreads Pan: A caucasian boy with black spiky hair and is wearing glasses Ms. Flores: A middle aged African American who always wear a black men's suit on Kelly: A caucasian 15 year old girl with a purple raggedy shirt on

Amelia the daughter of the beta of the Alpha King Moon pack. An intelligent beauty to behold. Her thick, wavy hair was a mercury-red that touches her bottom. She had a shapely figure with a slender waist and glossy skin. A pair of arched eyebrows looked down on sweeping eyelashes. Her delicate ears framed a button nose. Her enticing, constellation-blue eyes gazed at me over her puffy, heart-shaped lips. Sliver color patterns spread from under her right breast must remind hidden. Although she knew she was a hybrid, she had little to no actual knowledge of what she was. Mistreated by her female packmate because of her irregularity, beauty, and belief to be weak. She is trained in secret and is forbidden by the Alpha King, the Luna, her father the Beta, and her mother, to show or speak of her abilities. That is until the day it could no longer be kept a secret. The day she found her mate. Will their love blossom as her life is endangered.

The red lights roamed behind Fae Academy, creating a sparkling aurora of mass proportions. Dawn was about to break, which meant the fairies were still sound asleep in their dorms, lounging on puffy dandelion beds. I was wide awake, as I had been yesterday and the day before and every single day since I came into this hellhole because my faerie stepfather married my mortal mother. They got hitched after their second date, but who was I to judge?

I opened my eyes and was blinded by a piercing light blurring my eyesight. The freezing cold wind bit my skin and made my breathing become harder. My body felt weightless like the sensation of one falling through the air and the surrounding pressure made my body go numb. My vision became clearer and I saw white puffy clouds, the blue sky, birds fluttering in a bright sunlight and—the Earth's surface rapidly nearing me. Why am I falling? I didn't remember anything except my name, Rosari Matthew. But who was I? I felt the pressure painfully surround my body while the wind whipped my hair against my face. The thin air made me feel dizzy. "Am I going to die now, like this?" That one question lingered in my mind as the world swirled around me. Before the darkness could swipe its veil over me, a pair of arms embraced me, halting me from falling toward my death. His touch made my cold body flare, the feeling of security and peace surrounded me like a blanket while I drifted into the welcoming darkness. --- Rosari Matthew, an 18-year-old girl who doesn't remember anything except that she fell from the sky. Follow Rose when she gets thrown into the supernatural world with no clue of who she is or where she comes from. Rosari struggles to rediscover her past and to uncover its mystery but that is not easy. At the same time she has to fight the problems that any teenager goes through. Not to forget the fancy meeting with the royal group that will rule the supernatural world or fighting with a soon-to-be King, all the time. Will she ever get her memory back and find the reason for why she lost it in the first place? Who is the guy who rescued her and why can't she just forget it instead of looking for him so desperately? And can she really trust all the royal members in the group? They seem helpful but something is just not quite right, she can't deny noticing the obsession some have for her and the urge to get rid of her. Follow Rose on her journey and find out in THE FALL.

Your step father was horrible man Zane! He did things I saw with my two own eyes! God forbidden he was never interested in me. Because if he were I would not have been here. I would been laying in the hole far from here like those other girls! " I yell as tears roll down my face falling to the cold ground of dirt. Trees whistled past my face as the evening grow more and more. "I saw it... them... they were life less j-just a-a f-fucking corpse." Zane walk towards me as I Neil onto the dirt tears falling rapidly. "I'm so sorry Sierra.. I-I have..." I look up at him to see tears rolling of his cheeks... his red puffy cheeks. Cheeks that I so wanted to hold and kiss. But I can't I can't even look at him anymore... I'm no good for him... I bringing my head back up towards him. "I can't love you." I say getting up as he was nearing me more. Leaving the woods. I wanted to turn around and jump into him and kiss him tell him I can do this. but I don't ...I leave like the coward I am. (Also note! There is no sexual assault in this book. But there is other stuff Such as violence, gore, depression, sexual scenes Thats consented. Bipolar, suicide thoughts and confusion emotions. )

"Listen Darling you have to take care of Katricia " I looked into his silver - blue eyes told him he's so scared I can feel it he heard the urgent tone as I talk to him "But mother don't leaves us" He replied crying his eye's are red and puffy for crying "Tis dangerous for us to be together now Bastien" "Please mother I ..." "Nay Son listen to me you have to be brave for your father and for your sister take care of them " I told him he sniff control him self bank Bank I turn to look back at door it won't hold them any longer I turn to my son " I promise you I'll come back for you if you'll be good boy " I told him knowingly there is No way I can make it back to my family They wouldn't let us all escape . I have to save them I have to lead them away for them I can't let them hurt family I hurried him into secret underground tunnel closing door "Promise?" I whispered "Promise? " I whispered back just before closing door I hurriedly put lock throw key in fireplace just in time they broke door I took knife holding in fronts of me knowingly I can't fight them all they pore into my house destroying things "Witch" "Monster" "Evil" "Burn" Everything happened so fast , my vision is blurry when I realize what was happening I was already dragged me out of my house tied to the tree I kept screaming "Nay nay please I won't hurt anyone please let me go please " I yell "Burn the evil " "Burn her " they yell throw stones at me hitting me in evey part of my body cutting me making me bleed pray to god let my children be save and away for here suddenly some throw Latin at me

"Gretchen Boarding School" and under it read "The School Where We Shift Into Our True Selves." Lizzy Abner expected her seventeen birthday to be just like the others. A day filled with sadness and longing as she lived only with her drill sergeant grandma. She was not expecting to be whisked into a whole new world! One that expected her to be a beacon of hope. A girl who was once always called a freak to now someone everyone knew about. Join Liz as she navigates her new life and finds out who she truly is. _____________________________________________ "You are going to a boarding school, five hours from here, one for special talents." She blurted out. "Looking at myself in the mirror, I looked like a complete mess. My rosy red hair a greasy mess, my eyes puffy from lack of sleep, my neck exhibiting a weird red tattoo....what the heck!" "Too occupied by my annoyance of the two boys, I turned around to smack into something, someone really hard." _____________________________________________ Werewolves, Dragons, and more...a story that unlocks Lizzy's heart to a whole new world! Text copyright © NaomiWagner_ ™ '2019-' The moral right of the author has been asserted. All rights reserved. This story is published subject to the condition that it shall not be reproduced or retransmitted in whole or in part, in any manner, without the written consent of the copyright holder, and any infringement of this is violation of copyright law. A single copy of the materials available in the story may be made, solely for personal, noncommercial use. Individuals must preserve any copyright or other notices contained in or associated with them. Users may not distribute said copies to others, whether or not in electronic form or in hard copy, without prior written consent of the copyright holder of the materials. Contact information for requests for permission to reproduce or distribute materials available through this course are listed below:

Some nightmares do not halt, they keep replaying till you lose your sanity. I have no idea what else I'm gonna do at this juncture of my life. Is my life even mine? I can't feel it is. What am I gonna do to be free? Free as a bird from this shackle? I am Hailey Brown, I reside in Chicago. I lay on a bare fluffy floor warping my fragile legs and twitching like a leaf. My tummy was agonizing badly and I could feel my intestines getting devoured as if a clump of rats were gnawing them. I let out an audible sigh. It's not the first time I have been in extreme distress. My eyes bulged looking somber, my lips, parched. I heard the bars of the cell I was in, clattering. It was the jail guard. He has arrived again to invite me to go work on the field as well as with the inmates. The clattering slammed my ears and I attempted to rise to my feet I felt so dizzy that my head commenced spinning, but I still attempted to waddle frightened I was going to get whacked or dragged out forcefully. The guards in the jail are quite brutal like soldiers, a few of them have mistreated me a few times hence, the awful bruises and spots on my arms and legs. I was almost arriving at the bars and I weakly plopped to the floor conk out. Hours hastily departed. Munroe Jackson, my husband, he is running for governor. He relaxed on the bottom of his bed in only a pair of shorts. His hairy puffy chest was disclosed and his hips were as well. Samantha, my half-sister hopped on the bed in only a bra and a pant. She crawled towards Munroe giggling noisily and wrapping her smooth arms around his chest like an anaconda grasping its prey. Munroe's phone beeped noisily and he tugged it from his pants on the bed. He peeked at the screen and he saw it was one of his minions dialing and he answered the call. "What news do you have for me?" Munroe sniffed. "it is done boss, she's now six feet under." replied, the jail guard. Munroe had disbursed to a few guards in prison to have me killed. He wanted me gone so he can successfully be elected governor. Eight months after I gave birth to our daughter, Bella, I unearthed that he runs an illegal drug trafficking business and is a member of a syndicate. Not only that, he smuggles arms and grenades out of the country. Munroe comprehended I won't take that sitting down and he had me framed for possessing drugs. I had no evidence to back me in court and though I kept blurting to the judge and members of the courtroom, that Munroe is a drug lord, no one gave attention to my voice and my sentence was heightened accused of slander. The jail guards had brought me to a forest at midnight wrapped in a sack and they threw my body inside a hole which they dug and buried me alive.

Aaaaaah!!!!!, the woman screamed, We're almost there my lady, a women who appeared to be the middle lady said, Aaaaah!!!, the woman on the bed screamed again, the smell of blood engulfed the whole room, the screams could be heard from a 3 mile distance however Lady Su pushed on, she needed to deliver this child, for her husband. Aaaaah!!!!, she shouted again but her screams were barely audible as the sound of a baby's cry filled the room, the women smiled and giggled in joy. Congratulations Lady Su, you have a daughter. A wide smile spread across Lady Su's face before she fainted, the pain drowning her consciousness," Let us leave, we must deliver it" was the last thing Lady Su heard. She woke up the next day, small traces of the familiar pain in her body, it took a while before her eyes adjusted to the light, she looked to the side and saw her husband, his hair was messy, his eyes puffy and weird, traces of tears still visible, she tried to speak, to ask him why he looked like that but no words came out of her mouth, her throat felt dry and uncomfortable, and like he could read her mind he reached for the glass of water on the bedtable beside her, she grabbed it and nodded as a sign of thanks and drank the water. She instantly felt better as she drank the water, "thanks", she said though her voice was still hoarse, he looked into her eyes and sighed deeply, a tear falling out of his eye," I'm sorry" he said looking down, afraid of meeting her gaze, but she held his chin and made him look at her, she smiled and said " It's okay, lots of women do this, the only thing that matters is you and our daughter". Another tear dropped from Arthur's eyes, he looked down and sobbed quietly, Alicia didn't know what was wrong with her husband, she looked around and wondered where her daughter was, she then looked at Arthur and asked "Where's Rosalind?", that was the named they had agreed on for the child, be it a girl, that just made Arthur's sobs increase. Alicia started to get worried " Arthur, where's our child?" she asked cautiously as she was getting anxious, then Arthur raised his face and looked her in the eye, his red eye revealing the pain he was feeling, "She's gone" he said and those two words were all it took, Alicia passed out and started convulsing, Doctor!!!, Arthur yelled

While jogging this morning, I saw a man half a kilometer away from me. I guess he was running a little slower than me, I was so happy, I thought he should beat me. About a kilometer later I had to turn at a turn towards my house. I started running fast. Within a few minutes, I was slowly getting closer to him. When I was 100 feet away from him, I was so happy that I quickly pushed him back with enthusiasm and zeal. I said to myself, "Yeah !! I beat him." Although he did not know that the race was on. Suddenly I realized that I had come a long way from the corner of my house in the pursuit of it. Then I realized that I had ruined my inner peace, I could not even enjoy the greenery of the path and the soft rays of the sun falling on it. I could not hear the beautiful sounds of birds. My breath was puffy, my limbs started aching, my focus was on my way home, now I was far away from it. Then I realized that even in our lives we compete arbitrarily, with our co-workers, with neighbors, friends, relatives, we want to tell them that we are much heavier than them, more successful. , Or more importantly, and in this cycle we cannot enjoy our peace, the beauty of our surroundings, and the joys. The biggest problem with this useless competition is that it is a never ending cycle. Everywhere someone will be ahead of you, someone will get a good job from you, someone will have a good wife, good car, more education than you, handsome husband than you, obedient children, good environment, or good home etc. It is a fact that you are very strong in yourself, but you do not realize it until you stop distinguishing yourself from others. Some people feel very nervous and insecure because of paying too much attention to others, pay attention to the blessings given by GOD, enjoy your height, weight personality, whatever you have. Accept this fact. That Allah has given you a lot ... Competition or competition always robs the enjoyment of life. They make your life miserable. There is no competition with destiny, everyone has their own destiny, so just focus on your destiny. Must run! But for your inner happiness and peace, not to prove others inferior to you, to humiliate or to leave behind ... ❤️