Iska Shorter Novels & Stories

That is Izzat's signature. However, when he's smiles, dimples form on both of his cheeks, adding a stunning effect on his handsome face. Izzat has the average height of most boys his age. He is 178 cm, which is five cm shorter than Fakhrul. His body is also lean, with a pair of long, slender legs. If you wished to rank him in terms of looks only, claiming the top three spot was an easy feat.

Her caption read: First Saturday in Colorado and I survived! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Back home in Oklahoma, Tony lay in bed in his tiny apartment, the glow of his phone cutting through the darkness. The ping of a notification jolted him. He opened F******k, and there she was—Shortcake, looking happy, surrounded by new faces. She’d only been gone four days, but seeing her like this made it feel like a lifetime. Toby hit the like button, staring at the screen for a moment longer. This is what he wanted for her, right? Happiness. Friends. A life beyond home. He set his phone aside, rolled over, and fina

I make a mental note to never touch anything that belongs to him without asking first. "No, no, I think I can answer it now," Leia responds, a mischievous glint in her eye, "I'd use a word like ‘irritating', 'cocky', or 'self-righteous'." "Those are three very big words for someone as small as you," I state, and Leia rolls her eyes. "I'm five feet, seven inches, not a midget," she counters. "You're short," I state simply, and Leia sighs in annoyance.

With grad school entrance exams (GRE) looming, everyone was stressed out of their minds when Preston Lewis, the class heartthrob, announced that he'd secured a spot that let him skip the written exam entirely. He even promised he could get the same deal for everyone else. The whole class erupted in cheers and immediately launched into an excited debate over which universities they should choose. But something didn't seem right to me. I moved closer for a look and saw that the screen Preston was showing everyone was just an AI chatbot, Novi. I tried to warn them that Novi was only a chatbot, but my girlfriend, Carly Monroe, shoved me before I could finish. "Anders, you're just mad because

“Sorry Nadia, but I don’t do interviews with unprofessional journalists who think they can’t get me to accept to interviews with them just because they look sexy” “First of all, I my name is Nahlela and not Nadia and you will Address me by my name or “Miss. Secondly, it is okay for you to acknowledge the fact that I am sexy, but for you to think say that I am trying to use it to get an interview with you isn’t acceptable. I try my best to be professional when it comes to my job and I won’t let anyone say otherwise. Have a nice night Sir.” With that, I stormed off and left him behind me. I didn’t turn back once to see his reaction.

So that at least is something. I've gotten close to a girl who seems a bit shy, but I’m getting her out of her shell a bit. Her name is Isabella Edwards, but she really does not like her full name, so we all just call her Bella. She is small in size, only about four foot four inches tall. She is very spunky and takes pride in her small size, she calls it, being “fun sized”. I think that's why I’m fond of her.

Upon a time, there was a very small and happy girl named Bia. She was adventurous, curious, kind, and lovely. She loved to go to the doctor. She ate all her vegetables as they were candy and never was mean to anyone. ( or so she thought) And she had a big kitten she took care of very well. But she was also not perfect. She had an incredibly big fear when she needed to go far from her house (the ship) because she thought she would get lost.

Sasha sighed. "Me?" Brooklyn asked. Brooklyn had learned to accept her body type, but she didn't exactly like it at times. Where Sasha was slim all over, Brooklyn had wide hips and a small waist. She was insecure for a while about her thighs and ass, but she was learning to like it. "I want to be slim all over. This ass just makes buying trousers a nightmare." "You have tits and an ass and a small waist," Sasha said and raised her eyebrows at Brooklyn. "I'm like a stick."

I asked her flinging my shirt across the room coming closer to her. "Because disaster happens." She said in a nervous while talking five steps backwards as I took one long stride forward. she has short legs. I cage her between the wall ,my hands rested on her waist. Her breathing became quick and fast ,she bit her lips then close her eyes antispating for a kiss.

he teases. I glare at him defiantly as I tilt my chin upward to meet his gaze. Damn it, he is a skyscraper at 6’6” or something. Next to him, I feel like a doll...although that’s not an entirely unpleasant sensation. I like big men, but I hate that he brands me as ‘short’ at 5'4. It’s infuriating! “You got something against us 'short' people?” I snarl, attempting to keep my pulse from quickening.