A Little Too Familiar Novels & Stories

With the ongoing ordeal and scandal about their daughter, every stranger and visitor at the door of their home, makes them feel uneasy and gives them goosebumps. “Hello,my name is Larry Freeman” Mr Larry introduced himself but the woman seemed not to hear him at all. She was just staring at him like someone who is lost. “What do you want?” Maria blurted. Who is he and what does he want? She knew he said something just now, what did he say? Larry Freeman sighed softly, hadn't he come at the wrong time?

He looks familiar. Not in the way people usually do. Not like someone I have passed in a grocery store or seen on TV. It’s deeper than that. The kind of familiarity that comes from someone you have known way back. The kind where you know it’s there but you can’t reach it. But it’s there. It’s unnerving really how much he resembles… No. Maybe it’s nothing. Maybe it’s just the wine. Maybe it’s just the way people have a way of making you feel like you have met them before when you haven’t.

Lexi appeared behind the pillar, stopping Yasmin, who was a bit stunned but quickly put on a pretense. She crossed her arms, smirking. “I saw everything,” she told her, gesturing to the pool where Yasmin was coming from. Yasmin also crossed her arms. “I don’t know what you are talking about.” Lexi’s smile widened. “An enemy of an enemy is always a friend, they say.” “How much? For the video,” she let out.

And away again. I smirked to myself. Here we go. Sure enough, a few seconds later, he stood up and walked over. Well—shuffled over, like he couldn’t quite convince himself this was a good idea. “Hey,” he said, voice small. “Um. Sorry. Just… noticed you from across the room. You looked like you might be, uh… cool to talk to.” I raised an eyebrow. “That so?” He flushed instantly, scratching the back of his neck. “I-I mean, if you’re not busy or whatever. I just thought… you look kind of familiar. Are you, like, on I***a or something?”

I want the world to know he's taken. "What's wrong?" He turns to me with a smile. When the others came up to us earlier to see if we wanted to go with them to find the pups, my hand was busy inside his pants. He had just slipped his hand between my legs when they walked up. I thought Damon was going to burst into flames with how embarrassed he was. He seems to be the shy one of the three siblings. Anton reeks of confidence and power, while Teegan has that tell-it-like-it-is attitude. Damon is soft and sweet. "I want to mark you now. I don't want to wait until later." I tell him.

He picked up on the second ring, his voice warm and easy. “Hey, beautiful. Miss me already.” “Are you home?” “Just got home now.” We talked for hours. I told him about my latest drink haul from the corner store, some peach iced tea that was way too sweet for me. “Peach iced tea? That’s… interesting,” he said, the teasing clear in his voice. “You actually like that?” “Yeah,what’s your favorite artist cause I think everyone around me has a boring taste. “Blake..”

He whispered and I nearly burst out laughing "I guess things will be interesting from now on" "Trust me little human, it's going to be more than interesting Ps, thank you so much for the reads ,votes and comments

I said. My voice dropped slightly. “It was… slower than that.” A pause. “You don’t notice it happening until you don’t trust yourself anymore.” Silence. I stared at our hands. At the way his thumb had stilled slightly against my skin. “That’s why the Ethan thing feels wrong,” I added. “Because I recognise it.” Another pause. “And I promised myself I wouldn’t ignore that again.” Nate’s grip tightened slightly. “Isabel—” “I’m not there again,” I said quickly. “I’m not… that version of myself anymore.”

Before they took me away, I had begged Mom through my tears, asking if I could at least have a slice of my birthday cake first. Mom had said, "You can have some when you learn how to be good and come back home." I had learned how to be good, but I still hadn't gotten any cake. Adam suddenly smiled and said, "Dexter, the definition of 'normal' is pushing down the people you dislike. Go ahead and push me. Just like you did three years ago." I stared at his face. Something seemed to be flickering deep within his eyes, and his standard smile had vanished.

he says in a sad voice, I get what he means if this place wasn't kink-friendly we'll all have to hide a big part of ourselves behind closed doors. I once read a story, it's called littles academy, a world where everyone is either sub or dom, and littles are regular and real things, I loved that book and the author is awesome. But sadly outside of this company walls showing my little self would be a big mistake people would judge and talk badly about you.