Beautiful Little Thing Novels & Stories

she said with concern written in her voice. I nodded as I waved an assuring smile. “Yes, I’m okay.” “Then what was that about Damian claiming that you were his?” She asked. “Promise you won’t freak out.” I pleaded and she nodded. “You know that stuff I said about being sold off to a billionaire…blah blah.” I said and she nodded correspondingly. I paused, “that was about me.” She didn’t react. More like she didn’t understand. “I’m being sold off to Damian Cooper as a slave in the disguise of a bride!” I said.

“Some things are currently happening and I'm sorry to say, there are bad people?” His eyes widened briefly, “like in movies?” I nodded. “Exactly like movies. You can't just believe everything and only believe things if they come from my mouth.” “Really?” I nodded and pulled him into me, “I'll get us out of this, okay? Just give me some time.” Noah nodded and reciprocated the hug. When we disengaged, I stood but before I could take a step, he took my hands. “Is Nik a good guy?”

“Exactly, Liv, don’t be a dumbass about this. She’s tiny and loud and she’s got your genes too even if the hair is doing that traitor thing. We can call her Tiny Terror until you’re ready, or I don’t know, something badass like Blaze or Riot or whatever makes you feel like she’s yours and not some ghost from your trash family.” Mia was already digging in her bag again pulling out another candy bar like snacks fixed existential crises. “Or Nova, like a star exploding back to life after all that poison crap. Strong. Bright. Nothing like your psycho sister. Come on, say it with me, Nova, Nova, we’re naming her Nova and moving on before you spiral into a full meltdown.”

The crib stood in the far corner, carved with the Blackmist wolf sigil, its wood darkened with age. She moved toward it, slow, reverent. Ran a hand along the edge. Her mother had rocked her here. Once. Before titles. Before politics. Before she was a pawn on someone else’s board. She stared down at the empty cradle and thought of the life blooming in her belly. So small. So invisible. But hers. She bent forward, pressed her lips to the carved wood. And whispered, “You will never be used the way I was.” A promise.

Her hair was white as fresh snow, her eyelashes and brows white as well even her dress was white, her eyes an icy blue. "The Garden," I whispered painfully. The little girl turned, her movements graceful and deliberate. Despite the fear she arose in my soul, I couldn't deny the fact that she was a beauty, just like them all. She was a flower after all, beautiful and terrifying all at once.

***** much love from me Little munchkins

Victor threw a small crystal sphere onto the ground. It exploded into blinding white light. Beauty covered her eyes. The cavern shook violently. When her vision returned... Everything had changed. The battlefield was gone. The guardians. The lake. The throne. Alex. Everyone. Gone. Beauty stood alone in an endless white space. A little girl appeared before her. She couldn't have been older than eight. She had silver eyes. Long black hair. And she wore the same pendant Beauty had inherited from her mother. The child smiled sadly.

VINCENZO VOLKOV; Watching my little mouse sleep was a twisted kind of beauty, almost too perfect. Fragile, delicate—she's nothing more than a toy waiting to be broken. Sweet? Sure, but that’s just the mask she wears. Small enough to crush, but still foolish enough to think she can resist. I couldn’t let my little mouse scurry off with any wild ideas, so I threw her over my shoulder like the helpless thing she is and dragged her back to the house. Chains fit her well, don’t they? They keep her trapped, exactly where she belongs.

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.

I wore a grey gown which was hugging my body and brought out my figure eight. I did a normal makeup, not an ugly though. I guess I have to start doing a normal makeup but I don't just want too much boys flirting around me. I might end up been rape. I got no client today but the house looks boring whenever am at home especially with my sister. Hours of been bored, I decided to go for a walk, I grabbed my phone on the chair and left the living room. I got out and saw a little girl crying but a woman which I guessed would be her mom was consoling her.