Le Petit Chose Novels & Stories

“You are?” He smirked faintly, as though he knew precisely the effect he had on her. “I think that’s why we work so well together,” he said quietly. “We both react more than we plan to.” She swallowed. “React… to what?” He stood then, moving closer, filling the space with his presence, the scent of him intoxicating. It was YSL Myslf EDP. The tension was immediate, undeniable. “To each other,” he said simply. His hand hovered near hers, a silent invitation. Not too much. Not yet. Just close enough that every nerve ending tingled.

Richard was surprised to see me. “What are you doing here?” “You are not meant to be here by this time” I didn’t say a word to him. I kept moving closer and closer to him. “I’m talking to you Stephanie.” “Thank you” I said softly and took off my shirt which I was already unbuttoning. My breast sprung out in front of him. I was left with only my skirt and my shoes. Richard was stunned. “I promise to give myself to you” I said , standing in front of him so close that my breast was Almost touching his chest.

I’ll start reading it, or maybe I can search for terms within it and find out more. A text from Adonis telling me to meet him in the hallway in ten minutes pulls me out of my thoughts and I pull my denim mini skirt up then check my reflection. Do my little buds look more like tiny breasts today? I know my nipples are both erect and puffy, but they are tingling and I can’t be certain. I slide into platform wedges. One of the benefits of being only five foot eight and having a boyfriend over six foot five is I can wear even the highest heels or platforms and still be tiny comparatively. No one expects the tiny ones to kick their ass even if I can.

I recognized the wine and my facial expression turned quite sour. "What am I? Fourteen?" "I don't get you." Javan looked weirdly at me. "It's Moscato, a wine for babies and teenagers." "Oh..." He laughed out loud. "I thought since you don't like the sounds people make when they get intimate, you might probably be a virgin and you don't drink too." He shrugged and sipped his wine.

"Essentials? Like what?" I rolled my eyes, laughing, but then it bubbled out, the truth slipping because the wine or the day or whatever made me all emotional and shit. "Nah, just... stuff to make it perfect. Pineapple, okra, Riley swears it makes everything down there taste like dessert and super wet, you know? I want you to remember this, like, forever."

"Do you like the place?" "I feel weird." I jumped as a fish swam right past my head. Sebastian laughed. "This place is called Ne Juge Pas. 'Do not judge'." The waitress came over. I looked at the menu and panicked. "Soupe à l’oignon? Cassoulet? Rat—Ratatouille? Do they serve rats?" I whispered. Sebastian bit his lip to keep from laughing. "Two Coq au vin, the flamiche, salade niçoise, crepes, and a chocolate soufflé with a bottle of red wine," he told the waitress.

THIRD PERSON Pov The cabin was the quietest place the maid had been in months. She sat on the bed and looked around the room and felt the absence of footsteps in the corridor outside, the absence of Konstantin's voice somewhere in the house, the absence of the tension that came from living in a space where you were useful but not safe. The room was small. The furniture was plain. The cook knocked and came in with the tray. The smell of the soup reached her before the woman had fully set it down. It was warm, and savory. Chicken, rice, vegetables and juice, everything was set out neatly on the small table beside the bed.

The banging was the lid of a trash can, however, and when Beth peered into the shadows cast by the large building over where the garbage receptacles were located, she could hardly believe her eyes. It was Halley, digging through one of the trash cans. Beth watched, her mouth hanging open but not making a sound, as she noticed Halley pull something out of the trash and slip it into the pocket of her jean shorts. Though Beth couldn’t tell what it was, she could see it was small, and it seemed to make a jingling noise when Beth first picked it up, like maybe she was purposely rattling whatever it was before she dusted her hands off and headed back to the house.

Ace teases me and returns his attention to his laptop. **

While Vincent was busy learning about business and caring for his education, the young girl would often sneak into his house and climbed through his window, since his room was on the first floor. The young girl was always dressed in white dresses with lace and she always had this white tiger doll she used to carry around even after she became a teenager as if it was her most precious possession. At first when they started getting close, he did not really pay too much attention to her because although she was incredibly beautiful even at such a young age, he found her personality to be a bit unbearable.