Big Little Book Novels & Stories

I asked, moving toward them and sinking to the floor. “Mommy, are the people gone?” Mabel asked, her voice small. “They’re…working on it, honey,” I said, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear, trying to keep my hands steady. “But we’re going to stay in here for a while. What do you think about a little story time?” She nodded, though I could see the worry still lingering in her eyes. I reached for one of their favorite books, The Little Prince, opening it and starting to read in the brightest, most animated voice I could muster, hoping to drown out any sound from outside with cheerful voices and laughter.

She snapped. "Sorry," she mumbled. "Do one thing, give the medicines to your baba, cook for everyone, clean the house, I am leaving for work and I will be late today. There is a party in madam's house so I have to serve them," the mother announced. "Ok," she quietly nodded and entered the room from where her mother came out. The house was small, one room, a verandah attached with a kitchen and a bathroom. Four people took shelter in that small house, which included the girl, her parents, and her elder brother.

Bye-bye till Book 2 drops! Howling love, Mary 🐺✨

Stephanie’s POV I stood quietly in front of my locker trying to recall where I had kept my English language textbook when suddenly I heard a loud thud on my locker door. I was frightened but yes, I was also used to it. “Nerdy bitch” Stacy said to me rolling her eyes and walking away like she didn’t just almost give me a heart attack. I simply ignored and picked out the textbook that was hiding behind my Romance novel. Oh how I loved the sweet impossible imagination of having a lover.

It was a book they had read countless times, but each time, it held a new magic, a new wonder for Theo. “Once upon a time,” Hazel began, her voice soft and soothing, “there was a little bear named Barnaby who loved to go on adventures.” Theo’s eyes widened, his attention captivated by the story. He listened intently, his tiny fingers tracing the illustrations, his imagination soaring with each word Hazel spoke. The story of Barnaby the bear, his adventures in the forest, his encounters with talking squirrels and mischievous rabbits, filled the room with a sense of magic and wonder. Theo giggled at Barnaby’s antics, his heart filled with joy.

While trying to finish up the third book, I felt him touching my bréàst. "Look who's hungry." I pinched his tiny nose and proceeded to feed him. He grabbed hold of my bréàst and sucked the milk like it was his last meal. I found it cute and I couldn't stop staring. I couldn't believe that one year ago, I tried to get rid of this little angel if not for Devin's advice. I hope the heavens have forgiven me for ever dreaming such. He was a bundle of joy and I didn't think I'd ever be happy if anything was to happen to him.

I ask her. "And then you can discuss punishment and special rules," she explains to us. "Do you want to read it? Or should I read it?" Nickolai offers me, but I pay better attention while I'm reading. "I'll read it, thank you," I say wanting to see the papers for myself, I started reading right away. Dom and Littles contract. Definition: A little is someone who regresses to a younger headspace, the expected headspace is between three and four.

"What are are you talking about? Who is waiting for me? " "BUNNY...." ___________________ Hope you guys are enjoying (⁠✯⁠ᴗ⁠✯⁠) I'm introducing the new characters little by little, I hope it isn't boring for you guys (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠) keep reading and supporting my work (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧ Try to like and comment and rate this book 🌹

As I turned to respond, the lady returned with a large album in her hands. She smiled at me, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively at both of us. I glared at Michael, who looked completely relaxed and unbothered. I took the album. The first picture was of a very pretty baby in a pink dress, a crown, and a little wand. “Oh my gosh, this is so cute,” I gushed. “That’s Mikey.” My smile froze for a second before I burst into laughter. The next picture was of him in a torn yellow dress.

When you hunted apex predators, knowledge was the only equalizer. But something about this collection felt... off. It wasn’t tactical. It was frantic. I shifted a stack of papers. Beneath them lay medical journals about viral transmission. Ancient texts on the transition process. This wasn’t just studying the enemy. She was studying the Change. A thick, leather-bound book sat open near the edge of the desk, an anime-themed bookmark keeping the page. I picked it up, the leather cold in my hand. A tight, sickening knot formed in the pit of my stomach as I read the chapter heading in bold, archaic script.