His Little Bird Novels & Stories

She asked nervously, "What's your name?" Vincent was taken aback but still replied, "I'm Vincent. Why?" Birdie blushed and said shyly, "I'm Birdie. I'm seven years old. I like mangoes and hate chili peppers. "How about you?" Vincent was perplexed. Huh? Weren't they just on the brink of having a showdown? Utterly confused, Vincent turned to Larissa for answers. However, Larissa too, couldn't quite understand Birdie's train of thoughts.

The deafening tone of silence encases us as we refuse to look away from one another. “Remove your lace panties, Little Bird.” He finally replies with his hands moving to the buckle of his belt. “I can’t promise that once I’m buried deep inside you, I’ll be able to stop.”

"I'm so happy yo u are getting a lot better, Little Bird. I don't know what I would have done if I lost you."

Sad he thinks the egg is breaking, but a new crack is heard and a golden beak pierces the shell. The two traveling companions look at the egg in fascination as the creature slowly destroys the egg's shell and breaks free. Unlike other birds that are born helpless, she, despite being small, was born to fly. Her feathers glowed and they were delighted to see the little phoenix's movements, which gave the illusion of hovering flames. The animal lands on Lucifron's shoulder and sings a melody that will move the hardest hearts. - I think she wants the berries. – Sophia says – there are not enough for both of us. Give them to the strange bird.

Little me was in desperate need for love and affection, she was praying Kennedy and Robert would be a mommy and daddy. Finally came the cake, it was a chocolate cake, what little would say no to a chocolate cake, I had a generous slice that I devoured happily. Next was opening of presents for Robert he had some good ones and others he just closed back the box and gave his friends the third finger making me giggle. I stayed silent watching him open all his gifts giving thanks to each one for the none offending ones, lastly was Kennedy’s gift, it was the book she got from my job. He must he a bookworm like me. My little side wanted him to read me bed time stories.

Esmer mumbled, Laylin must have fought back after escaping and somehow harmed him. ‘CHIIIRP! CHRRIP! CHIRP! CHRIP!’ “Oh? He wants to kill the Princess and the King?” The little bird distressfully moved her head, banging her little head on the Princess’s head as she painfully explained the hard journey he had. “I know, little friend That’s why I have a reward prepared for you.” Esmer pulled out the little tray she had set aside with small worms. The bird eyes gleamed and it chirped in happiness and tried to fly away to it. when her neck was grabbed.

KEIRA’s POV The birds chirping happily outside the window roused me up from my sleep. I groaned as I stretched my body on Clint's king-sized bed. My eyes slid open, and they fell on the other side of the bed, which was empty. I pushed myself into a sitting position and looked around the room, my mind still half asleep. The birds kept chirping, and somehow, I enjoyed the melodious tune they produced. But where was Clint? I turned to the bedside table, and my phone came to view.

"Um, why would I do that? I don't even know your name." "You don't need to know my name, little bird." He lowers his voice, his tone softens, and vulnerability is written all over his beautiful face. I turn back around and reclaim my spot on his bed, pulling his warm fleece blanket up to my waist. He stands over near the window and gazes out at the autumn wind blowing orange and yellow leaves around in the air, scattering them all around the city. "You look so lost and broken like you're afraid to learn how to fly again. You have wings but you're too afraid to use them, even though you've gained a few more… that's why I call you little bird…"

Leena's POV I'm awakened by something tickling my face, and I let out a high-pitched giggle before opening my eyes. "Damon! Stop!" My heart thuds in my chest as I realize it isn't Damon's at all. I notice that it's actually large black feathers hovering over my face that woke me up. I follow the feathers up to the face to see a set of familiar black eyes. "Torrance?" The bird just stares at me, studying my expressions, sending my growing discomfort. Still, nothing is said. The only sound is the rustling of his feathers as he spreads his wings and flies suddenly out the window.

“Fine, maybe this will get your attention.” She closed one of the books and lifted her hand between us. Her fingers curled slightly, and for a heartbeat nothing happened. Then a soft glow flickered in her palm. A miniature bird of light appeared, no bigger than my thumb. It shook itself once, like it was waking up, its feathers glinting faintly silver. With a cheerful chirp, it fluttered into the air and circled my head. I couldn’t help but laugh. “Is that supposed to impress me?”