Beautiful Little Thing Novels & Stories

little Lily declared, her smile widening mischievously. To anyone else, she looked like an innocent little girl throwing a childish tantrum. But judging by the beast’s reaction… It looked absolutely horrified. “Please be merciful, Mighty One! Do not lower yourself to this lowly servant’s level!” it begged desperately. “The beautiful princess is cute, powerful, and possesses a graceful disposition. Please forgive this lowly beast’s short-sightedness,” it continued, wagging its tiny tail frantically while showering her with praise. Lowly beast…

“Really?” Denise shrugged. “She’s not pretty. She’s all makeup, fancy clothes and expensive bags. She can’t even tell preposition apart from proposition. Yet she acts like she’s so smart. And those Jimmy Choo pumps she’s wearing?” she asked and smirked. “Knock-offs. And yet she acts like she’s all-authentic.” I stared at her blankly, not really sure why she was saying these to me. “Her best friend? Candy Wilson? Pretty girl, huh. But that head of hers? Empty. Chelsea keeps her because she feels beautiful when Candy is around. Like… birds of the same feather flocking together. Yeah, right!”

“MUMMY!!” The seven year old boy called out, his small voice echoing through the cozy living room. “Yes baby, do you want something?” His mother answered softly, turning from the kitchen counter with a gentle smile. Climbing into his mum’s lap, the boy nestled close, burying his face in her chest. “Don’t ever leave me mummy. I want to be with you forever... promise to always be here mummy.” The boy said in his own childish voice, the words laced with innocent desperation.

# 2) Little Angelic OBSESSION ❤️ Hello Everyone! My name is AMRUTA Chase Miller. You can call me Amee. I'm a super talented and unparalleled cutielicious five-year-old girl who is loved by everyone. Their eyes widened and their faces bloomed like a flower whenever anyone saw me and expressed my sincerity towards their love. I will send kisses to them. I know I'm cute and beautiful. So no need to fight. I don't like partiality that's why I love and care for everyone.

My grandfather always made sure of that but now he was old and gradually I could tell he was losing it. Esther was someone I was familiar with. She was dressed in a low neck sleeveless blouse which showed a pretty nice portion of her cleavage and her skin tight dress accentuated her tiny waist pretty well. Her long blonde hair fell over her shoulder and her eyes twinkled with delight and a hint of passion. She was a renowned model. A goddess in the world of beauty. A devious and rather impressive wretch but a tramp all the same. "What a pleasant surprise" I said, hands in my pocket.

She was as dumb as a sack of nails but also pretty sweet when she wasn't being weird. The last was Starliss Bexley, the most beautiful in the group. She had everything possible to be tagged a queen bee. Beautiful and silky honey blonde hair, healthy powder sugar skin, bright aqua blue eyes. If I hadn't grown up with her, I would have thought she was proud and conceited and went after the football team, but she did none of those things. She was just a quiet sweetheart, and probably the only one among us who acted like an adult.

“ ... FLASHBACK. As her usual morning routine was, Bellamy took her canvas outside and began painting. She wanted to express on her feelings of the early morning sun on paper but she found herself drawing something else. It was a huge unicorn with a magical whirlpool in front of it. “ It's ugly." Eight years old Bellamy cried. “ What's wrong, darling?" Queen Minerva asked. “ My painting. It's ugly. " She cried harder. Queen Minerva looked at the painting and shook her head. “ It's not ugly dear. It's beautiful in its own way. Not every thing in this world has to be as perfect as you are. " “ I'm not perfect. " Bellamy frowned. “ I'm sorry but you are perfect in my years. My little baby girl

It took her a long time to come to her senses, and she stammered, "I, I'm not... very beautiful." "You are already very beautiful." Chloe, "..." The little girl did not speak, but her little face was redder and redder. No one knew whether she was crying or shy...

I swear she looks like a little fairy who get lost in the human world. We stared at each other until Nadya walked away; that's when I came back to my senses. How could there be such a beautiful girl in a slum village like this village? The girl was not well-dressed. She wears really simple clothes, a sign that she was a resident of this Luzzbell village. At that time, in my heart, I was captivated by her beauty. However, I never had the chance to know her more because it was my last day in Seiraah before I finally returned to utopia.

Printing the sonogram photos she hands them to us. "I'll see you next month." She waves as she leaves. "Even though I can't make out their features, they're perfect." I study the photo and Basil does the same. "Perfect like their mamá." He said. We leave the building, getting ready to head home. Once we arrive, Basil is full of energy. "I have a suprise for you." He says all giddy.