A Little Life Characters Novels & Stories

During his earlier fight with the zombies, he'd caught the faint sound of a bell chiming. "Who are you?" Cassian asked again. "What are you doing here?" Still, the old man said nothing. He gently rattled the bells again, and the chimes echoed among the trees. A child's laughter rang out soon after. Everyone saw a young boy emerging from the forest. He was around five or six years old and had delicate features. The outfit he wore made it seem as though he was dressed for school. "That's… Pip Leary," Darren said shakily.

Kingston scooted closer to her, resting his arm around her shoulder. “Daddy Dom, little girl. It is a submissive genre of bdsm and CG/L is caregiver and little. I personally think you are a little and don't know but I could be wrong.” He replied “What is a little?” She asked, tilting her head to the side. “A little can be a male, female or anyone in between who follows rules or breaks rules that their daddy or caregiver gives them. Littles are innocent, naive and usually have a hard time regulating emotion. Little are all different so I can't pinpoint anything specific to share with you. But littles are very special people.” He explained.

"Ruby had a relapse. I stayed with her at the hospital. You know she's an orphan. She doesn't really have anyone else to turn to. I'm sorry I kept you waiting." He stepped toward me and reached out, trying to pull me into his arms. But I stood up and took a step back, just in time to slip out of his reach. "I'll go heat up your dinner," I said softly. Caleb nodded, a little ashamed. "Thanks, Zoe. I promise I'll make it up to you in a week." I lowered my head and said nothing. "Make it up to me? There's no 'future' for us anymore. I've only got 48 hours left to live," I thought.

'Livv Markov the son of the great Alejandro Markov issued to be smuggling illegal substances, prostitution and selling children' Slowly, precise Livv, I'll watch you fall slowly after, I will bring death to you with my own hands. I saw Henry walking inside the room, I look at him with a grin plastered on my lips. "Where's Livv?" I asked him. "Out, he said I should keep you safe, and away from here," He said, I nodded and walks inside my room grabbing my bag.

Balancing work and family was never easy, but it was always worth it for moments like these. “Collin, are you ready for the—” Troye’s brows furrowed as soon as he heard the children's giggles inside Collin’s office. “Did you have children outside of marriage? Did Cassie know about this?” “What are you saying? They’re my niece and nephew.” Collin laughed. “Kids, come here for a minute. I’ll introduce you to someone.” Jaydee ran towards Collin while Kaydee took his time walking towards the adults. “This is Jaydee and the boy walking towards us is Kaydee.” Collin lifted Jaydee up, and the little girl waved her hand at Troye. “This is Uncle Troye.”

Her part in this play will come soon enough. I feel like an episode of Pinky and the Brain with this shit. I am using my smarts to hoodwink my parents into doing some shit from behind the scenes. It can't be helped, though, because I don't want to get any more involved than I need to. I've had to remind myself every few minutes that I'm doing this out of pity and because I hate to see anyone being treated unjustly. The fact that my heart beats out of rhythm each time I think of her is neither here nor there. "Who's this Fontane? Do we know them?" Ma looked around at Sheila, who's like the encyclopedia of local gossip. Something else I banked on.

The money was not and I always knew that, but it was convenient for me that they continued to see me as a stupid blind woman who did not look beyond her nose. “Eddy Collins, Nick Collins, Dean Funes, Caleb Dash, Trevor Williams, Nathan Dane, Ryder Hayes, Courtney Marshall, even Thomas Napoli,” I mentioned them all. A small group of crazy people who manage themselves. It is strange and they ask me not to be suspicious. He smiled and patted my shoulder. —Aria Winter and Angie Graham are also part of us.

"I don't understand what you mean, Melanie. The whole nation envies you for marrying a man like him. You have a net worth people can only dream of, and life's perfect for you. I'd never set you up." She darted ahead and grabbed my sleeve. "Don't play dumb with me! He married you in our previous lives! You knew he was a monster, but you were waiting for me to step right into it! You didn't tell me anything! You knew! You knew!" I flung her hand away and sneered. "Ah, so you finally get it. You're not the only one reborn with memories." … In my previous life, I kindly made a bowl of meatball stew for Jonathan. He was a vagrant back then.

Her nose was small and delicate, the kind girls went under the knife for, and her mouth was petite with plump lips tinged naturally pink. I was staring at a real-life doll. You'd think I'd be used to seeing beautiful creatures with all the years I'd spent as a hunter, but this female truly was a marvel to behold. She was on the same level as Eliza, except she lacked that insufferable, stuck-up air Eliza perpetually exuded. She seemed far more relaxed and approachable, judging by the loose tee and boxers she currently wore. Eliza wouldn't be caught dead in such a casual outfit. "Melissa Morange?" I questioned carefully, and I subtly sensed an immediate shift in the air around us. Her face tur

CHAPTER 10: GRANDMA & CLUMSY Amelia Solace Bernard, the point of view. It burdens me so much while trying to push myself the wheels so that I can be able to go wherever I go. Add to that, this creepy yet weird looking man who wears the sunglasses under a tinted limousine while reading his newspaper is staring at me. “What?” I asked him, raising my right eyebrow to show him I don’t feel comfortable with his stares. “You look like a grandma.” He casually answers. When he finds out that I wasn’t happy at all, he burst into laughter while hitting the Doctor’s desk.