The winx decided to watch a horror movie, what will happen? Bloom: Come on girls let's watch a movie Stella: what movie? Bloom: the ring.. Stella: No........ I hate horror movies Musa: I love horror movies, let's watch Aisha: yep Flora: Yes Tecna: oh yes
Watching the ring Stella: ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Flora: Stella I can't hear a thing..... Stella: Sorry I think I won't sleep tonight Flora: Why? Stella: Obvy?? It's horror, horable !!!! Aisha: just don't look and go to your room Stella Stella: no i'll just get the popcorn and water, anyone help? Aisha: u can do it the keuken-, keuken is just 10 steps away...
Another stupid love letter whooshed onto Icy’s table. In the uur she’d been sitting in the coffee shop, she’d received about five of them. Each one barring a new and different sappy poem. Roses are red. Your eyes are blue…ish I want the Winx dead. And so do you. Okay so that one wasn’t sappy, but it was the most recent and her favorite.
Each letter was completely unsigned. But she already knew who they were from. Darko had been eyeing her all dag from afar. Icy took a sip of her coffee. of maybe they were from Gantlos, the man had already asked her to attend...
His fingers moved slowly up and down her back, rough and mangled and in desperate need of such a soothing motion.
It still sometimes ached…delicate and tender from everything that had been done.
He promised he’d make up for it.
It was a dreary kind of relationship, the kind that wasn’t ever supposed to happen under such circumstances. But it had. They were childhood friends. They’d known each other before the war. They’d attended a school together…when schools were still ‘mixed’ as the people called it.
Three realms had once attended one school together; the Ice Kingdom, the...
Another fic that follows the Numb story line. This one is happier.
Icy was never all that big on beaches, especially not crowded ones. She also wasn’t keen on festivals. However, Lucille had begged and begged. And Duman…well he knew a thing of two about bribery. Icy would be pleased to get a break from his ‘bro hour’; a time in which he would sit in his ‘Du-man Cave’ and play stupid virtual reality games, drink, and watch ‘manly’ shows—sometimes with friends.
And so Icy found herself attending Magix’s annual Sunset Summer Fest. Icy couldn’t possibly be any less amused than...
Icy wasn't one for dwelling on the past nor clinging to memories of one person.
To be frank, she thought she was above such.
And yet she refused to cry, at least on the outside, as the pain tore her apart on the inside. Betrayal and loss hand a firm hand squeezing at her heart.
Not that anyone would know.
To them she’d still be as cold and unfeeling as ever. As it should be.
How she longed for her mask to be real. Between the homicidal merman with anger issues and Valtor—maybe Darkar too—Icy decided she was done wearing her hart-, hart on her sleeve. She’d close off the already small crack...
I only stayed in this cell to come up with a plan. And now that I’ve got it I’m ready to go. People on this planet are so dumb. I’m a ice witch. I have a heart of ice. I’ll always have the power over ice. And that’s all I need to blow this popsicle stand. I clench my hands around the bars and freeze them so I can simply kick them and walk out. Before I break out my sisters the first part of my plan requires me to to my home pagina planet Whisperia. Me and my mother were close. We both had the same desires to take over. When she died she gave me her Crystal halsketting, ketting that contained...
He looked at me for a moment in disbelief. Then all of the sudden he pulled me close and kissed me. I blushed once we pulled away. He took my hands and zei I will do everything I possibly can to make those 84 days go back to unknown, because I’m not letting death take away the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and if we can’t we’ll make them the best days possible. His remark made me blush even more, so as the two of us stood up and went inside I could only think maybe I could just start over with him. We walked inside to the dining room where everyone was. We took our seats just...
There were times when Icy would just lie on the ground and stare.
Times she’d lie there with her lips slightly parted staring at the sky.
Times when she’d just watch the moon fall back behind the clouds and then regain its light once more.
Times when she’d just lay there and let the snow fall upon her and cling to her lashes. She wouldn’t brush it off. What need was there to do so? The layer of frost was soothing. The rays of the moon hueing her skin a sparkling silver.
And she never knew why she was there. When the forest beckoned her, she would go. It was always quite. Always still.