Beautiful Little Thing Novels & Stories

I tell the person, picking up my books and look up to see a beautiful girl with a small height, like 5’4 I think “Okay, I’m so sorry for bumping into you” she tells me, apologetically. “No problem” I tell her, again For a small person, she sure has a lot of strength, like the saying goes, small but mighty, I don’t know if that is a saying though. “By the way you were a total badass this morning” she tells me, her eyes sparkling mischievously.

"Do you miss me, Karen?" Little Karen stretched out her hand to hold Mia Kyle's face and said seriously, "Yes I do! I miss you! I want my Little Aunt to 'whoosh' at me." "Whoosh—" Mia Kyle blew on Little Karen's face and rubbed her little face. "Little Karen, I think you're more and more beautiful. You look more and more like Little Aunt." Little Karen replied, "I am more beautiful than you, Little Aunt." Mia Kyle twitched her mouth and looked as if she wanted to cry. "How can Little Karen be more beautiful than me? I will be so sad."

“I won’t sing you a lullaby for now. It’s already your playtime so Mama will be here for you my angel…” “Abuuu~ ababuu~” (Is this heaven?) Ugh! Why am I spitting my saliva?! Gross! “Let’s go for a walk now…” The beauty smiled at me. She’s just so beautiful. And I can’t help but to drool so hard! Why am I like this?! W-wait?! She’s carrying me and then… and then… “My baby Everon Monique is the prettiest and you’ll find that out yourself when you grow up.” She held my tiny winky hand and slightly played with it.

There is a smile in his eyes, like and adoration of a baby animal for his mother. Nina Morrison's nose is starting to sour again. Why could this little person always evoke all her tenderness? Lucien Gray interject sin the front, "Nelson, is Auntie Nina beautiful?" Little Nelson nods affirmatively, "Beautiful! Auntie Nina is the most beautiful in the world!" Lucien Gray pretends to be sad, "What about daddy? Isn't daddy beautiful?" Little Nelson wraps his arms around Nina Morrison's neck and hides his tiny body in her arms, "Daddy is not as beautiful as auntie!"

This Little baby was holding a slender and fair hand with her other white and tender hand. She was wearing a simple blue T-shirt, but showing a different kind of pure vitality, just like a young and beautiful girl who had just entered college. Not everyone could be like this in such a simple T-shirt. The simpler the clothes were, the more important one's appearance became. Her palm-sized oval face was extremely beautiful, and her skin was fair and delicate. Under her delicate nose, her soft lips were rosy, and every part was perfect.

Alicia pulled the sheets off her and sat next to her. —Honey... It's time to get ready, you have to go to school, and we're already late. Alicia kissed the little girl's cheek; she saw how big that girl was and remembered when she was born. She was a beautiful and loved girl. The little girl had been born in the month of April and she decided to call her April. When she was born, she had brown eyes, eyes inherited from her. She had no hair at the time of her birth. From that day to the present she had changed; she was already huge for only being 7 years old. Her hair was long brown, darker than her eyes.

I just leaned down and tapped her nose. “You.” Her eyes widened in surprise. I tickled her and she started giggling. The sound filled the room with warmth. “But Mumma,” she said seriously, holding up two tiny fingers, “I am the second most beautiful thing.” I frowned a little. “Who said that to you?” “Ad,” she replied instantly and had another bite of her chocolates. My fingers froze midway. "Once, I asked him," she said with her mouth still full of chocolate, "what is the most beautiful thing he has ever seen, and do you know what he replied?"

It was a ridiculous dream. The dream started with us going at it. After we were done, several other women as stunning as Nancy appeared and threw themselves into my arms. There were charming women with distinct personalities: some elegant, some youthful and cheerful, others more reserved and sophisticated. Each of them called out sweetly, "Winston… Winston…" Hearing them call my name lifted my spirits and made me feel like I was floating on a cloud. Seven or eight stunning women were giving me massages, pressing my shoulders, and feeding me grapes.

"I'm sorry, honey. You shouldn't have to do this. I'm the one who should be working, not you." "It's okay, I'm happy to help mom. That way I can ease your burden at least for my school fees later." Emily was touched to hear it, she was proud to have a daughter like Sophia. "Emily, your daughter is really lucky. She's only been working for two days, and she's already been appointed as a personal maid. I think Mr. Oliver likes her." Elina whispered to Emily. As for Sophia, the girl was now busy playing with the clown fish in Elina's small aquarium. Apparently Elina had a small pet in her room that she had just bought yesterday and Sophia called the fish Nemo.

I desperately wanted to see her. I heard footsteps thudding across the floor sleepily, so I wondered if I had woken her, and suddenly the door opened. Bailey was standing there, a true vision in a small tank top and a pair of shorts. Her face held a sleepy expression, making me smile... and her hair in the mad mane of curls it turned into when she left it to dry naturally. The way she looked most beautiful in my opinion. “Is everything okay?” she mumbled sleepily. Shit, okay, I had woken her… “Is there a fire?”