Ddlg Little Space Novels & Stories

Eli started to explain with his two hands raised high above his head in a 'surrendering' action as he slowly made his way into the backyard, a stupid smile playing across his face. "So, we aren't important then," Damon said flatly, and we all agreed with him. Josh only nodded his head and tried to glare at Eli with his mouth stuffed with a piece of pizza, he sure looked silly— like 'Alvin' in 'Alvin and the chipmunks' whenever he'd try to stay mad at his brothers. "Aw, come on guys," Eli whined, his shit eating grin still wide as ever on his face, making his blue eyes pop out in the bright lights located in the backyard.

DELIA The elevator dinged and the door was opened, revealing a tall slender figure of a lady. I heaved a sigh of relief; Clarence didn't have any chance of flirting with me anymore. When we got to the ground floor, we all exited the elevator and went out separate ways. "Hi again, ma'am." I heard from behind me and turned. It was the lady from earlier. What was her name again? Yeah, Lisa. "Hello, dear. Nice to meet you again." I greeted her warmly and she smiled.

"What's the matter?" "I think I have an Idea to help Violetta with her regression issue." I frowned but motioned for him to carry on. "This is a delicate idea and might not work; some may view it as unethical." "Tell me, Doctor," I said. He sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. "Have you ever heard of DDLG?" "DDLG?" No, I haven't." I said, wondering where this was going. "So DDLG stands for Daddy Dom Little Girl." He responded, my frown deepening. I really couldn't see where this was going.

Even without sound, I read the words clearly. “That’s my good girl.” The timer continued its merciless countdown. 03:47:22 I went back to the tablet, fingers moving faster. I wasn’t going to sit here and wait to watch the man I loved die. I was Sage Wesley — Daddy’s little plaything — and I was going to fight.

Brave little thing. “Alex,” I said. “Yes boss.” “The little doll’s apartment. You know where it is?” “Yes boss.” “Take me there.” The ride was quiet. I kept my eyes on the city passing by. The sky was still a little grey and the streets were still wet from an early drizzle. Maria's apartment wasn’t far. It was on the part of town where people with big dreams and small savings lived. A place that smelled of work, work, work and not money.

'Livv Markov the son of the great Alejandro Markov issued to be smuggling illegal substances, prostitution and selling children' Slowly, precise Livv, I'll watch you fall slowly after, I will bring death to you with my own hands. I saw Henry walking inside the room, I look at him with a grin plastered on my lips. "Where's Livv?" I asked him. "Out, he said I should keep you safe, and away from here," He said, I nodded and walks inside my room grabbing my bag.

A few medals and awards were displayed just outside of the dinning too but I paid no attention to that. My sharp claws were out and I inscribed “ivy” in bold letters on the wooden dining table. The entire dining room is a square table with just four seats, one on each side which is understandable for a family as small as theirs, they don’t even seem to take visitors much.

Damien’s POV I saw the commotion before I heard it. Three girls dressed like overpriced dolls pressed against the marble column, trembling. And in front of them… she was standing. Lola. Breathing hard, eyes sharp, anger still rolling off her like heat from a furnace. Her hair slightly mussed, dress hugging her like a second skin, chest rising and falling. I hadn’t expected that. Neither did I expect the tiny pull in my chest. She didn’t notice me until I spoke.

Little does he know that it wasn’t a secret to me. I laughed wickedly, stepping on the gas as I drove to the tiny house farther from town. Better be in here, Lorenzo, and I might just spare your life. I parked my car, stepping out of the vehicle. I scanned my environment, my eyes darkened as it fell on a figure. Weren’t the heavens working in my favor? Lorenzo was seated right outside the hut with his head thrown back. A smile crept on my lips, reaching for my gun from the back.

He showed me nothing but respect and support, celebrating every success and pulling me into a warm hug whenever I was worn out. With him, I felt a kind of peace and happiness I'd never known before. We rarely talked about the past, but every so often, Lily would mention news about Tristan and Winnie. After Tristan had her dumped in the red-light district, Winnie endured a period that was nothing short of a living hell. In time, she managed to offend someone she shouldn't. Her legs were broken, and she vanished for good. Tristan, too, paid a steep price. Losing me, the former head of intelligence, together with the blow of the Winnie affair, left the Spallones severely weakened.