Innocent Little Runt Novels & Stories

In his gaze there was an amazing spark of intelligence, unusual for an animal. So they stood opposite each other - the dog studied the girl, and the girl studied the dog. The dog had incredible blue eyes. Anika had never seen anything like this before. The fur, completely black and shiny, shimmered in the sun. A beautiful and well-groomed dog. True, it was not possible to decide on the breed. Similar to a shepherd, but very large, probably the size of a St. Bernard, if not larger. If she stood on her hind legs, she would definitely be taller than the girl. Probably one of a rare breed or a cross, and one that could be worth a lot of money. This made Anika think that she could have been kidna

Artie starts and then stops as Adonis glares at him. “Aubrey, dear, can you fill me in on our culprit?” “Artie, also known as Arthur Chase, is one of the lower ranking, though wealthy wolves in Alpha Jefferies pack. He followed Wilson around like a puppy and obeyed his orders like many of his minions,” I say. “Artie, I would believe Aubrey’s word without a doubt,” Adonis replies, kissing the top of my head. “The fact that you were caught red handed and then tried to lie to me just digs your grave deeper.”

Clearing his throat, he turned to his bodyguards and instructed, “I need you to find someone I met at the club yesterday. I can’t remember anything about him. Name, features. Nothing. Just see if you can find anything about him.” “We’ll do our best, boss. But without details, it’s going to take some time. You don’t recall any of his features? Or anything that can help narrow it down?” Luca asked politely. With no clear details, it was like finding a needle in a haystack. Antonio narrowed his eyes as he tried to recall everything that happened last night. He recalled how he had shoved his fingers into the champ’s hair. “Brown..” He spat out. “He has brown hair. He’s tall, slender and smells o

I still don't talk to him but I walk over to the tables to see what piece of equipment I will use today. Half an hour with him I finally had enough he still won't talk. He is missing all of his fingernails, toenails and a nipple I cut off his chest still he won't speak. Brent holds more power than I initially assumed more than any of us assumed honestly. If he is more afraid of Brent than us then we have a fight on our hands that we could never see coming. Maestro called Church we are all to be sitting at that table within the hour and now we really need to come up with a game plan. I plan on only to protect us and our home but to save one of our family. *******

Nate Nate lit a cigarette, the flame briefly illuminating the sharp lines of his face. He exhaled slowly before speaking again."Your revenge is ours now. Tell me, where’s Bruno?" A flicker of something unreadable passed through his eyes as he added, "And the Crowned Trinity."

Either A – it was a lot more complicated than we thought and he’s going to hand me a novel worth of paperwork or B – he was having a hard time finding anything on them. The runt wasn’t in class yesterday or today. I didn’t take her for type to skip class especially during midterm week. I saw her blonde headed friend that I had told to go with her to the hospital Friday night and Maddox was driving me crazy wanting me to find out where the runt was. After class I waited for her in the hallway and as she came out of the classroom I stopped her. “Hey. I know you don’t know me but…” “You’re the guy from the football game that helped…”

"The new bag is gone! Someone stole it!" Seeing the reaction on the sisters' faces, the policemen instantly knew who were to blame for the missing bag and Anna must've known this as she thrusted the bag into Daisy's hands, shouting, "run!" Realising there was no time to argue, the little girl sprinted down the streets with the men shouting behind her, telling her to stop. She wanted to stop really badly because she grew a stitch in her side and felt like she sprained both ankles twice as she ran as fast as she could, but it was too late to stop. Just running away from the police was a bad idea but at that moment, she thought her sister was with her and they'd escape together. Only when she t

Amir finally says, breaking the silence. My wolf growls. “No offense intended,” he adds. “My cousin was a runt.” “She’s just small.” I know that’s not what they’ll call her, but whatever they say, it’ll be behind my back. The way my wolf is tearing up my insides, anyone who calls her runt in my hearing is going to lose their face. “Hey, man, it happens. Someone’s got to be the smallest. My cousin was late to shift, too, but he’s doing all right.”

This time, when I spit, there's a tinge of red to it. "Do not mistake my apologies for kindness. You are under my care here and will do well to remember so." I'm hesitant to look back at him. When I do, his mouth is twitched downward in a cold facade. "I see why the boy takes a liking to you," he switches his tone. "Runts have always been deemed precious." He steps closer and it hits me that I have nowhere to run. "It's thought that the Goddess blessed runts with an aura of innocence in order to have them be protected." His hand raises. I flinch even before his cold fingers find my cheek. He merely strokes a thumb over my cheek bone.

They now show us a small winged animal with a very sharp nose. "A trochumm," Professor Runn says with a smile as he spins around. "A very small animal but incredibly fast, a minimum speed of 75 miles an hour, and is almost always moving. Very rarely had anyone ever seen one of them stop. Some fighters believe they never stop moving at all. Can anyone tell me anything more about this speedy animal?" Most of the students raise their hands but Corentin and I are among the few that don't." "Hmm," Professor Runn says, tapping his chin as lightning speed as he stares at us. "You. Over there. The boy sitting next to the girl with very bright orange hair!"