Big Little Book Novels & Stories

“Miss Kyla, are you sure this is where you want to stay? I can arrange something better.” I shook my head, forcing a small smile. “This is fine, Boris. Thank you.” He helped me with my suitcase, and as he handed it over, he said softly, “For what it’s worth, Miss Kyla, I don’t think Mr. Hastings wanted it to end this way.” His words were kind, but they didn’t ease the ache in my chest. “Thank you, Boris,” I whispered before turning away. --- The motel room was small and dimly lit, but it was clean. I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the peeling wallpaper. My phone buzzed on the bedside table, pulling me out of my thoughts.

I ask? She looks up in suprise but still answers "no" "Good then nothing wrong in claiming you as mine then" I said as I walk up to her She stammers"but... What if I don't want to be your mate, you can't just go around claiming people" she looks up trying to act brave. I chuckle "little one,I don't go around claiming people I go around the world just to claim you, besides I wasn't asking if you want to be mine .. "

Everyone crowded closer, unable to hold back their curiosity. On the bank statement, there was only a single deposit of 1,300 dollars. That lone transaction sat there like a blade, slicing straight through the carefully woven lies of Nancy and her son. The entire room fell into silence. The guests' expressions shifted from scorn toward me to shock and doubt directed at the Jones family. Then, the whispers started again, swelling like a rising tide. "Oh, my God! It really is only 1,300. Not 130,000? Nancy, why would you tell such a lie?"

The bathroom door was open so I peeked in, but nothing happened. ** Jessy's POV When the book shelves opened, I entered immediately. I didn't know he had something like this in his room. It was twice as big as her bedroom. My eyes widened as I toured inside. Firearms, computers and whatever else is inside. I sat in the swivel chair and turned on her computer. I smile as I type the password. My birthday is the password on all his computers. Even the one at the gate, it's my birthday too. "The sweet really crazy." I said see the wallpaper of his pc. My picture was stolen on my 18th birthday. I still have a side view here but it's nice to get it. You can get a copy of it.

What happened yesterday night never leave my mind, I can't forget how his kisses ignited the desires of my soul. I shake my head as I feel my cheeks heated just by thinking of what happened. I sighed and look at the book I am reading. "I'll never let you complete me, you may be a part of me but you can't be the answer to the missing piece of me," I read the sentence out loud, I played with the pen I am holding as I grin at the thought of what is written in the book. I thought of something that has been missing inside of me, of myself but never in my mind thinks of someone who might fill in the pieces of me that have been missing for such a long time, not money nor power, love and desire coul

Soon enough his pout is gone and we're all laughing and joking, someone catches my eye and I look up to find Liam walking towards us with willow in the crock of his arm, she looks so small in his arm, and seeing how he is with all the babies does nothing to help ease my crush, will it ever end? Both Brooke and I arranged this party together for Bella's birthday and as I sit here looking around, I feel really proud of us, everything is princess themed, there's a castle, a huge sandpit, a DJ with a bubble machine, a face painter, magician, 3 real-life princesses, a huge 3 tier cake and way too much food plus banners balloons and lots of cute little party hats. All the children from the pack ar

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. Dream a Little Dream of Me (The Thorntons Book 4) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2017 by Iris Morland Cover design by Resplendent Media All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use o

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.

Opening my phone, I type out the perfect text. -Hey! How are you?- Faith. I’m a literary genius, clearly. I groan, disappointed with my conversation starting skills as I wait for a text message to come through. Three very long and disappointing minutes pass and I decide reading makes time move much faster than staring at the device I’m basically begging to ding. I pick up my romance novel and immediately I’m sucked in. A dashing prince is racing against time to grab the magic tears of the moon so he can turn his beloved into her human form so they can finally be together.

Even so, I still grab that colorful one before reading the title on the cover. “Big Magic. Creative Living Beyond Fear by Elizabeth Gilbert.” I nod my head. “Is this even a good read?” I talked to myself once again and start walking back towards the chair for me to sit on. I skim through the pages and concluded that these are new since it smells like bookstore. A flash of memory then flash inside my mind and concluded right after. “Maybe this is one of the books he bought last Saturday?” That day when we saw each other inside that stall but he automatically look away and ignored my whole existence.