A Little Book Novels & Stories

Ava whimpered, walls fluttering around Jordan’s fingers. “And when you’re really going at it?” Jordan leaned closer, lips brushing Ava’s ear. “I grab my dildo from the drawer. The thick purple one. I fuck myself with it while I listen to you come. Imagining it’s your mouth on me. Or your fingers. Or your tongue.” Ava’s eyes widened, a fresh gush of wetness coating Jordan’s hand. Jordan pulled her fingers out slowly, slick strands connecting them to Ava’s entrance. She reached under the bed and pulled out a small black vibrator, curved, and ridged with a pronounced head.

Finally. She need not pretend any longer. In William’s arms was where she wanted to be. ~The End~ Look for these books in this series: Let's Fall in Love Again (book 2) Let's Create a Wonderland (book 3) Let's be Together (book 4)

I have no idea where this was but I wasn't that curious. I just needed to wait for him to come. I looked down and finally bought out the last thing in the bag— The small book. I smiled gently when I recalled how this book had come about. At that time, Leo had won a game against me, and when I asked what he wanted, he requested this tiny book because he had seen other children in the pack own it. I chuckled after opening the first page and saw the drawing. It was a miniature picture of little Leo which he had drawn himself.

She didn't want to see him too anyway. 'Liar' Her thoughts echoed but she ignored them and got up. She might as well arrange his stuff. She kept his jacket and made to lock his wardrobe when she saw an old book tucked away at the lowest part of the wardrobe. What was that? She was overwhelmed by curiousity and picked it up. It was dusty. She cleaned it up and opened it. It was a photo album! There were lots of photos in it. She saw photos of Lance when he was a baby.

The earlier I start, the closer I’ll get to leaving this place. I struggle to stand, my legs stiff from hours of sitting in one spot. “Ah,” I cry out softly, finding the light switch and turning it on. Damn. My eyes widen in disbelief. This place looks like an ancient library. The room is small, it belongs to a child, but the aesthetics tell me that the child studied endlessly. My fingers trail across the shelves, flipping through books one after another. These are limited editions, the rare copies. Then my eyes fall on a purple-colored book, and my mouth falls open. “My God!” I exclaim, lifting it carefully. “The Book of Magic.”

We needed all the evidence we could get against Mr Ranault even if it means coming to see a stranger alone in a library. The library had another floor for history and science while the bottom floor was for kids books and pretty much basic stuff. I searched around the ground floor of the library but there was only two teenagers,some women and two nerdy collage guys. There is no way any of these people had that manly voice I heard on the phone last night. Just as I was about to go upstairs,I saw a man seating in one of the chairs with a book in his hands titled: A little life. The man had brown skin like dark chocolate. He pulled the book down a little to be able to peep his eyes out and look

Hardin chuckled. "Don't call him that ever," Clara warned angrily. She was locked up in here because of them, when she got to the last step, she looked around carefully. It was a small bedroom, who would live in a fridge? Was this like a hideout of what? There was a bowl of fruits on the small table next to the bed, there was a wardrobe at the corner and a door which is suspect would lead to the bathroom, the only thing missing in here was a window, how could one breathe in here.

he replied. Klein gave a thoughtful look. " What are we going to do then? " He asked. " I have a solution but it might be a little bit of stress," he said. " I don't care what I have to do. So far it would give me my desired result, I will gladly do it" Klein asserted. The stranger seemed quite satisfied with what he said. Then he brought out a small stick looking like a magic wand from his pocket.

She gets to what looks like the smallest book in the session and she hears a whisper. As she brings her finger back to the book she hears, “Yes!” She grabs it and she opens it. It's so small she reads it within a few hours. She goes at it in awe. She retreads it and is still shocked and blown away by how much valuable information this tiny book contains. She's about to put it away when she hears, “Memorize it!” Jolene repeats, “Memorize?” The voice repeats, “Learn it, live it, love it!”

“I can’t wait to play with them!” Troye gave her the box, and the little girl ran back to where her brother was. “I also have something for you, Kaydee.” Troye sat beside the little boy and put the box before him. “What is this, Uncle? You don’t really have to buy me toys,” Kaydee seemed curious about the toy, but unlike his sister, he was shy. “Those are called hot wheels, I believe?” Troye chuckled. “Thank you…” Kaydee timidly took the box and opened it.