For Littles Novels & Stories

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.

literal. Lorah was trying to find a perfect word go explain her thoughts but couldn't "Literal?" Jude asked "You are soo good. no you not just good you are beyond imagination....how come you never told me about this?" Jude sighed This would take a while but she explained everything to Lorah "what a mean bitch she was! how can she say so many hurtful things to a child?"Lorah was cursing the teacher. "leave it. it was may years ago"

Aubrey chirps up with an adorable wiggle. “Let me get you fed and taken care of, Little Kitten, then you should go over to your apartment and shower. Put something cute on and I’ll take you and Jack to lunch in a few hours,” I say before kissing her tenderly and making my way to the kitchen to whip up some omelets and sausages with toast and fresh fruit.

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 .

Bolero. "You really are a baby, ahm can I just go to the reception with you? If just don't mind ha." sweet I said. Because I call him baby since he is the youngest of them and he really looks like a baby because he has a baby face. "My pleasure. Are you, aunt?" he asked Mommy. "Thanks son but I'll go with your Uncle Nick. Just take care of my princess okay?" smiling Mommy said. "Jessy will be with me." my eyebrows rose when Ethan..with Sophie came.

“But not now.” Lily pouted. “You should come someday, Mama has stocked my new room with my favorite dolls. You’d love my Duckling when you see her.” Her large brown eyes peered at him, reminding him of himself. “Duckling?” He chuckled. “Yes. She’s a cute doll with wings.” Scarlet sighed. “Lily, do you want to introduce Elliot to Daddy?” Lucas looked up from the little girl to Scarlet. His eyes lingered on her. She flashed him a grin and he averted his gaze.

Ophelia rolled her eyes and kept walking, but the whispers clung to her like perfume. Lilith caught up beside her. “You know, I could actually see that happening.” “Nothing happened.” Lilith arched a brow. “You’re lying. Your pupils dilated when you said that.” Ophelia groaned. “You’re impossible.” “And Carl is delicious. So technically, you're just human.” Before she could respond, Carl walked past them. He didn’t speak. Didn’t smirk. But he brushed Ophelia’s fingers with his. The contact was brief. Barely there.

“Come on, champ! Catch Papa if you can!” Lucas’s laughter rang freely through the spacious living room. He was crawling across the soft rug, pretending to be a lion fleeing from a tiny two-year-old knight. Junior squealed with delight, his small feet thumping against the carpet with unrestrained energy while his little hand gripped a blue plastic sword. “Catch!” Junior shouted, his words still slightly lisped.

Monalisa thrashed and begged, tears of frustration streaming down her face. “Please, Daddy! I need to cum. I’ll be so good, “Not until you recite it,” he commanded, edging her right to the brink again before pulling back. “Tell Daddy who you belong to. she answered I belong to you! I’m Daddy’s little submissive mate. My holes are yours to train and ruin!

Pink short dresses, Louis Vuitton bag, Barbie hairstyles, pink dolls and thick pink smeared shiny lipsticks. Always picking on me back then in school. Saying I wasn't ‘classy’ and a stupid tomboy who got lucky to be born rich. I stink of bad luck that it actually killed my mom during childbirth. Remembering these scenes alone made me grit my teeth but I stayed composed, wanting to walk past them. I was too drained for arguments. “Lola?” one of them laughed, covering her mouth with her long nailed fingers. “Oh my God. I almost didn't recognize you.”