Big Little Book Novels & Stories

A small note had slipped out with it. Will you be my girlfriend?

he says and I just shrug, I'll try. We went back to his office, and they started to talk about littles, other littles, but I'm a little, and I'm their little, what other little are they talking about, I had a big pout on my face now, by the time they were done, I could understand that we're meeting with other littles soon.

"Sorry. You want me to go into a mine and die so you can know there's poisonous gas there?" He chuckled. She steadied herself "Not die. And not a literal mine. It's a club. I want you to sing there and keep an eye out on any...poisonous auras." She swallowed. "A club? What kind of club?" He looked at her for a moment, before looking down. "Follow me." He instructed. She hesitated, following him deeper into the office. "The Mine is a club that's underground, hence the name," he started as they walked through the very empty hall. "And, like a mine, everyone who attends is rich. It's a...networking event essentially that just never stops."

“You look bored. Would you like to crash at the library with me?” The library? I guess I couldn’t say no. He led me to a grand room I hadn’t known existed. The library was massive and filled with different books. I had a thing for books. Since I was always locked away, with no friends or phones, reading became my escape. It helped me stay updated with the world. I glanced over at Jeffery, who wore a soft smile as he skimmed a book. The warm lighting made him glow like a masterpiece. He was completely different from J—kind, respectful, and calm. Even though we had just met, he made me feel safe. He felt like someone I could rest my head on.

The Bad Boy's Dirty Little Secret (BL) See you guys, in my next book! Till then, happy reading; stay healthy and stay blessed! Lovage!!!!

Gah, she hoped so. “I don’t want to take up too much of your time. I’m sure you’re busy.” “No, that’s fine,” Mia replied, her stomach sinking. Maybe this woman was simply calling to try and sell Mia something or to do one of those phone survey things. “How can I help you?” “Have you heard of ‘Little Black Book?’” Harley asked. “The new women’s magazine?” Mia asked, her heart jumping into her throat. “That’s the one,” Harley replied and it sounded like she had a smile on her face.

My pussy area is exposed to public view, and the men and women in the audience devour every inch of me with their gazes. My nipples. My skin. My groin. His fingers hook under my feet, rubbing slowly. “You have such small feet, pet. So dainty and cold. I could have warmed them up for you if you weren't being such a brat. Perhaps some time in the future, when you're apologetic and well-behaved, I will properly suck these little toes.” My stomach clenches in on itself, eyes wide in horror. What the fuck? He can not be talking about my feet, right?!

The scent of lilies hit her before he entered her room. Vito moved in with a heavy stack of hardcovers balanced under one arm and a bouquet in the other. Milan’s heart gave a traitorous skip at the sight of the romance books. She didn't think for a second why he would buy her books. She was just so happy he did. For weeks, her world had been nothing but blue-light strain and scrolling through sterile PDFs for her online courses. She craved the weight of a story in her hands, the smell of old paper, the feeling of a world she could close and put away whenever she chose.

Little by Little a small boy came out from his hide out ,I went down on my knees and picked him up . " So tell me what where you doing following me " " Uncle I couldn't sleep " " So you had to follow your uncle ,you shouldn't do that you know ,they are so many danger moving around the castle by this time of the night " " You mean dangerous things " " Yes and trust me you don't want to get hurt child ". " You mean something dangerous like you , Well if it's not as dangerous as you are then I don't think I have to be scared because I already seem enough .

So I let my legs wander, and they took me to a door at the end of the hall with a small handwritten sign: knock before entering. I knocked, twice, out of courtesy. Then pushed the door open. It wasn't an abandoned room. It wasn't lived-in either. It was something in between that I couldn't fathom. A blue guitar leaned against the wall, a tag looping around the neck: Gabriel's own. Do not touch. I chuckled. I guess the owner, is a music lover. There were lots and lots of books, sitting beautifully on the shelves. I reached for one without thinking. "What are you doing in here?"