J M Barrie Little White Bird Novels & Stories

He nodded, and I picked up my phone and hit a speed dial number. "Dimitri." My father growled down the phone. "Dad, we have a lead on the White Dove." The phone line was silent. For a moment, I was certain he had hung up "Dad?" "Where is she?" He asked, his voice now a whisper. "London, we think," I said. "Adrian and I are going to take the Jet and check her out. Keep it to the three of us for now in case it’s another dead end."

We finish talking about what will happen at the ball and then decide to head back to our rooms to start getting ready. Liam takes Bella out of her high chair and starts singing twinkle twinkle little star to her as he makes his way out of the kitchen. It's her favorite song and it always settles her. Hearing any of the guys sing that song to her always reminds me and Brooke of how Josh used to sing it to her.

He released my neck before lifting my two hands above my head and capturing them in one hand, rendering me completely helpless before tugging my jaw upwards with his free hand. "Oh Snow, you don't know what you do to me." I shivered at those whispered words just as he finally covered my lips with his, trapping my husky moans in. Excerpt from; His Little Snow [18+] ©Josephine. C. Ivy

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…" Tears fill my eyes and blur my vision as I take in his heartfelt words, laying here unsure of how to process them. "You'll be able to fly again, little bird. All you need is a little push to feel the wind beneath your wings. You were made to fly, believe it or not, and one day, you'll soar high above the clouds, finally at peace with your demons…

POV: The time has been reversed to more than half a day ago from Birdman's perspective. After bidding farewell to two foolish bears in the jungle, the Birdman struggled to flap his wings in the hail, with one wing protecting the leather bag. He flew for a while and fortunately stumbled upon an overhanging cliff where he landed to take shelter from the midnight rain. Now, he is an adult bird from the Joke tribe and his name is Minee. He waited under the cliff until the hail transformed into rain and snowflakes before continuing to flap his wings and fly outside of the jungle. Despite flying for four or five consecutive days, he was extremely tired.

Jai checked once again on the bird, noticing it was still busy, so he whistled softly to get its attention. “(whistle) Birdy, hey!” It attracted the bird’s attention and it suddenly looked up. Upon seeing Jai, the bird stood up straight and tilted its head to the right. It then squawked like a goose and stepping its right foot backwards as if attempting to run away. Jai smiled softly and held out his right hand while keeping his other hand behind him but visible in the bird’s sight. “Hey… We just want a ride. Think you can help us with that?”

Not even to Peter. She didn’t eat that day either. Just when Peter was about to knock with a tray, something brushed past him—a small blur of feathers and warmth that darted into the room through the slightly open window. A bird. Not just any bird. A tiny white warbler with a faint streak of gold on its head and an unusually sharp gaze. It landed on the windowsill and chirped softly. Then again. Lara looked up slowly, blinking back unshed tears. The sound wasn’t just a chirp—it was melodic. Familiar. Like a lullaby.

For them, I could pretend to be just a useless, weak Omega. Nobody knew my real truth. They just saw a poor girl in oversized clothes. They didn't know that underneath the dirt and the drab dye I used to stain my hair, I was the last surviving White Wolf. “Hide it, Aisha,” my mother’s dying words always echoed in my mind. “If the Luna ever sees your white fur, she will kill you out of jealousy. Stay small. Stay hidden.” So, I stayed small. Even when Luna Mabel treated me like dirt under her expensive shoes.

That girl was gone now, replaced by someone she barely recognized. A sliver of moonlight filtered through the small, barred window high up on the wall, casting a faint glow across the floor. Isabella stared at it, focusing on the light as if it could somehow guide her out of the darkness she had fallen into. But the light didn’t offer any answers. It only reminded her of how far she had fallen.