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Hi everyone, I’m Alphamini, the author of "My Little Mate". Before we dive into the story behind this book, let me share a bit about myself. My real name is Shivani Sharma, and I'm a part-time author with five years of writing experience. My favorite genres include Vampire, Werewolf, Billionaire, Young Adult, and Fantasy. Besides writing novels, I enjoy reviewing and providing feedback on other authors’ story outlines and the first five chapters of their books. I also have a passion for researching writing techniques and materials.

“Three days to say yes to me. To choose me. Or I’ll release those pictures. Everyone will see what you and your precious stepsister were doing in that closet. How you had your fingers knuckle-deep in her cunt while she moaned like a whore.” She stepped in one last time, rising on her toes to peck me quickly on the cheek. Her lips left a sticky, cherry-flavored mark. Then she turned on her heel, hips swaying in that short skirt, and walked away like she hadn’t just dropped a bomb on my life. I stood there frozen among the dumpsters, cock still half-hard from her touching, heart racing with a sick mix of rage and panic. Three days. Maya’s face flashed in my mind—her screaming my name, pussy cl

Isaac blurted out, I nodded and wipe Leira's sweats on her forehead and her back. "Honey, you don't need to run," I whispered, she giggled and looked at me. "Moma! look at what I found!" She said excitedly as she extends her hands, opened her palms, and show me what she found, a close pink-colored clam I croaked my neck to the side as I pretended to look amazed by what she found.

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I pinned a white flower brooch just above my left breast and wore small pearl earrings. I entered the kitchen when I could smell Nutella crêpe cooking and saw my mum standing by the stove. "Maa, it's five-thirty in the morning. A glass of milk or cereals would have been just fine, you needn't wake up this early to cook for me. I'll be fine."

“Don’t hide from me. Not tonight.” His fingers found the zipper on the side of my dress and pulled it down with deliberate slowness. The fabric whispered as it fell, pooling at my feet. I stood there in nothing but black lace underwear, fighting the urge to cover myself. Lucien’s eyes darkened. “Exquisite,” he breathed. He circled me once, like he was admiring something he now owned. Then he stopped in front of me and unhooked my bra, letting it drop. My nipples tightened instantly under his gaze. He hooked his fingers into my panties and slid them down my legs, leaving me completely bare.

Cristiano “Where’s Ivan?” I asked in a low tone, sitting on the dinning table reluctantly. I lowered my gaze to the plate, my nose scrunching in disgust from the burnt sight. I raised my head to the puttana wearing a dress that barely covered her tits. “And what the fuck is this on my plate?” I snarled with a knitted brow, glancing down at the plate again. “Potato frittata.” The puttana responded chirpily, “I heard it’s your favorite food so I made it for you.” She tugged her hair behind her ears, biting her lips.

Something about her calms me. I close the door behind me and go to my personal armoire to pick out an outfit. I find myself a nice baby pink peplum shirt and a light gray pencil skirt that falls just below my knees. There's a pair of baby pink kitten heels that match the outfit perfectly. After I dress, I walk to the vanity in the bathroom to manage my hair. Finding it impossible, I pull it back into a high ponytail that sits on the top of my head. When I rise, the ponytail sashays down my back.

Little me was in desperate need for love and affection, she was praying Kennedy and Robert would be a mommy and daddy. Finally came the cake, it was a chocolate cake, what little would say no to a chocolate cake, I had a generous slice that I devoured happily. Next was opening of presents for Robert he had some good ones and others he just closed back the box and gave his friends the third finger making me giggle. I stayed silent watching him open all his gifts giving thanks to each one for the none offending ones, lastly was Kennedy’s gift, it was the book she got from my job. He must he a bookworm like me. My little side wanted him to read me bed time stories.

he says in a sad voice, I get what he means if this place wasn't kink-friendly we'll all have to hide a big part of ourselves behind closed doors. I once read a story, it's called littles academy, a world where everyone is either sub or dom, and littles are regular and real things, I loved that book and the author is awesome. But sadly outside of this company walls showing my little self would be a big mistake people would judge and talk badly about you.