His Pretty Little Burden Novels & Stories

A beautiful bride was reserved for a mental stable lady not one who dresses like a fucking bimbo with her fake lashes, and foundation that does little to conceal her wrinkles. “Right?” Mia intercepted, her eyes glinting in mischief as she looked at me, “You will agree that I have good eyes for pretty things.” “Pretty things?” I scoffed, scanning Bianca with contempt, “Your eyes needs medical attention for calling someone who looks like that pretty!” I spat without caring about her feelings.

But a sudden strange noise coming from the back startled me. I went to see what is happening but to my surprise a young lady wearing a torn golden dress was struggling to climb the back gate. Her golden-brown hair with a half bun tied with a yellow ribbon was gorgeously flowing. She's like someone who came out of the fairytale books. Very extraordinary and enchanting. "Hey!" I shouted but she became more desperate to climb when she saw me. "I can open the door for you." I came to her and offered to open the gate

IN THE SHOPPING MALL WITH LITTLE WOMAN MASTER JAVEN POV: I have to fulfill my promise to Jade to bring her to the mall. I need to buy her a dress for the marriage ceremony next week. I also need to purchase new clothes and personal stuff for her.

“How is the the little male?” Mother Mable asks as we stand before her . “He is well. Shows magic. I think he could benefit from learning at the school,” Catrina says. “A male on coven grounds? No,” Mable says with no hesitation. “You summoned us?” Catrina sighs. “I am taking Little One into my care,” Mother Mable announces. “She will be be removed from school and begin working.” “She is not even 10,” Catrina puts me behind her.

" My baby, My little Zoe, I didn't...." " You're such a ev*il woman, Brea, And I will make sure you pay for this" •~•

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Lexy nodded her head once, for emphasis. “Sure. If my parents could afford to buy my entire wardrobe from The Limited and I only weighed ninety-five pounds.” Andi looked down at her own figure and shook her head. “You’re beautiful, Andi,” Beth assured her friend. While both of her friends were a little curvier than the other girls, that didn’t make them unattractive. They certainly weren’t overweight. Beth knew how they felt, though. It didn’t matter that she was a perfectly healthy body weight, maybe even a bit on the skinny side. Her brother loved to make jokes about her weight, always had, and it was easy to let those negative thoughts sink into her head. She was sure her friends had hear

"You act like this rich, unreachable prodigy, but the second Marcus barked today, you flinched. You let him parade me around like a charity case, and now you’re going to let him turn our design into another soul-crushing glass mall just so you can keep your inheritance!" Adrian took a step toward me, his face flushing red. "I am trying to save your ass! You think passion pays your rent, Julian? You think the showcase judges give a shit about your little inner-city dream project? You’re broke, you’re naive, and if I don't carry this team on my back, you're going to be back working a night shift at a warehouse by next month!"

Even after we ran out of money, even after she chose to have a child with a stranger just to afford my treatment, she never once switched my medication. She always told me, “I can handle anything. I just want you to suffer a little less.” The burning slowly twisted into something sharper, something that drilled straight through me. I gasped, tears slipping down one by one. It would be nice if Mom were here. The thought barely formed before I pushed it away. She was already exhausted taking care of Lucas. I couldn’t keep being a burden. So I copied what she used to do. I patted my own back gently, pretending it was her soothing me.

She went on and on about everyday life, like she was reporting results to a loan officer. The wind swept through the cemetery, carrying the scent of burning memorial candles from a nearby grave. I felt a pull. From the sky—or from beneath the earth. My spirit began to fade. In this world, my "purpose" had been served. I was this family's bad debt—now written off. I was this family's asset—now liquidated. I looked at the new strands of white in Mother's hair, at Stephanie's straightened back, at the hardened resolve in Jamie's eyes.