A Little Book Novels & Stories

Suddenly my vision goes hazy and the room starts to spin, I lose control of everything but manage to let three words pass my lips before I blackout, three words that I don't understand but speak anyway, as my world turns dark, they slip from my mouth before the blackness takes over. "My little wolf!"

If it weren’t for the fact I was not in the mood to be jovial, I might have laughed at her. The room was relatively small, its walls lined with hundreds of books. Most of which look old enough to belong to a museum rather than sitting in Lilith’s private miniature library. The smell of dust and decaying paper tickled my nose. Dust motes swirling around before me dancing in the thin beam of light coming from a small solitary window.

It is a short book and therefore it will not take much of your coins . I have another book "Ugly and insecure?' Signed , you can equally take a read about it. Thanks.

this book is on a temporary Hiatus. I will be back to it as soon as I am able, but I hit some writer's block on it and I have my other ongoing books as well as a new, short project and a new contest book in the works. so while, I am puttingit on a brief Hiatus, it will not be left hanging for too long. I have a chapter half written and then my brain just got stuck on how I am approaching the next part.

he said, extending the book towards me. I took the book, my fingers brushing against the cover as I examined the title. "Little Women," I read aloud, a sense of familiarity washing over me. "Yes, it was Jacob's favorite book, and I think you will find it captivating too," he explained, his voice filled with warmth and nostalgia. "I'm sure I will," I replied, a soft smile playing on my lips, feeling a connection to Jacob through this shared love for literature. I ran my fingers along the cover, appreciating the weight of the book and the memories it held.

Luca looked amused but followed without protest. Inside, the air smelled of old paper and dust. Stacks of books filled every corner, and a sleepy cat dozed on the counter beside an elderly woman who greeted us with a kind smile. I wandered between the shelves, fingers brushing against spines — romance, poetry, mystery — stories that once felt too far away from the life I’d been living. I picked up a worn copy of The Little Prince and smiled faintly. “I used to read this when I was a kid.”

he says and I just shrug, I'll try. We went back to his office, and they started to talk about littles, other littles, but I'm a little, and I'm their little, what other little are they talking about, I had a big pout on my face now, by the time they were done, I could understand that we're meeting with other littles soon.

I begin to stand up and grab the smaller hamper when Lorie begins to speak. "Um.. Layla?" She says hesitantly. "Yes." I reply back gently. "Can we read a book tonight?" She asks with pleading eyes. "Sure!" I reply. "What did you have in mind?" I ask as I approach the side of her bed. Slowly Lorie pulls a book out from under her pillow and hands it to me as I sit down on the bed next to her. The book is a mild chapter book and the label reads "Hank the Cowdog".

Updates will be coming soon on the book title. Thanks, y'all for your support.

Gabby's eyes darted around. "What?" "Would.You.Like.Another.Book.Eleanor?" Eleanor watched Gabby look around and looked around herself. Were they being watched? "Wh... I... Uhm... Sure." Gabby left and came back a while later with a big book titled, 'THE LEGENDS OF BIGFOOT"