Little Big Man Novel Novels & Stories

She smiled and turned to leave but stopped when the man spoke. “With sugar, thanks,” he added. Joan paused for a while as she looked at the man for some seconds before turning back and heading for the kitchen. “Having a rough day?” Camila comes in from the kitchen to help prepare the orders. “Mrs. Brunette is here with her regular annoying orders, and I’ve got Blondie and the dark-haired man who is taking this coffee I am making.” She glanced at Camila, who looked like she just woke up from a long nap. “You took a really long nap,” she comments with a smile, which Camila returned.

I let myself in like I always did. Big mistake. The second I stepped into the living room, I stopped cold. My aunt, Mrs. Rain, was completely naked on top of some random guy I’d never seen before. She was riding him hard on the big leather couch, her hips grinding down with every bounce, moaning softly while his hands gripped her ass. The wet sounds and their heavy breathing filled the room. “Jesus, Leo! Don’t you knock before you enter someone’s house?” she snapped, not even stopping right away.

"Traffic near the campus was brutal because of the graduation rehearsals. Besides, I brought gifts." "Gifts? Maverick, I'm trying to empty the apartment, not add more things to it," I said, though I couldn't stop the smile from spreading across my face. "Relax, it's not heavy," he said, reaching into the pocket of his hoodie which he had dropped onto a chair. He pulled out a small, rectangular object wrapped in simple brown paper and handed it to me. I took it from him, tearing the paper open carefully. It was a book. Specifically, a highly technical manual on advanced software architecture and data structures. There were neat, small sticky notes poking out from almost every single chapter.

“And I hear you have been making huge profits off a new product.” The old man face tightened, all hints of friendliness disappearing from his face. “Are you saying I stole your parcel?” He barked angrily. His men stormed into the room as though already on waiting for his command. The sounds of gun cockling sounded in the room, sending dread to my body. Just what the fuck have Cristiano gotten me into?

I sat in the chair nearest the door because sitting nearest the door felt like the right instinct, and I waited, and the house waited around me, and nobody spoke. Then the front door opened. The man who walked in was tall, not as tall as Damien but close, with lighter colouring and a face that shared certain features with Damien's the way different editions of the same book share a cover. You could see the connection if you were looking for it. The jaw, the set of the eyes, the particular way he held himself like he had grown up being told he was important and then at some point stopped believing it. He was maybe thirty. He was wearing a jacket that had been expensive once and was not anymor

In truth, it was never a plan—only a desperate man’s last, flailing struggle. I calculated the days. Thayer’s deadline for repayment was approaching. During this forced isolation, my parents were undoubtedly frantic with worry. Yet this was the consequence of their own indulgence—it was nothing but poetic justice. Outside, the autumn wind tossed the leaves of the trees against the glass with a soft rustle. I locked the files into the safe and turned to look at the photo on the wall: Seraphina holding her elephant plushie. Her smile revealed tiny dimples, sunlight filtering through the soft strands of her hair, scattering delicate patches of light across her cheeks.

I walked over to the children's books area, I was thankful no one was around as I sat down in a beanbag after grabbing a few books to read. "Ella, stop slouching around and get to work" my manager yells at me, there was no one in the shop while I was sitting around here. I looked up to see a woman standing next to the register, I huffed angrily and put the book away before walking over to the nice looking lady. "Hi ma'am, how may I help you?" I ask the woman, she was only about five feet tall, with brown long hair and brown eyes. "Hello, I'm here for the new werewolf story" she says looking at me, I tried my best to hide under my own overgrown bangs.

Who is this little bloke? And for the second time that fateful morning, the scrupulous and meticulous business tycoon once again found himself acting impulsively as he uttered, "You'll not last even a day in this office, little man." A very bright, radiant and exultant smile broke on 'the little man's' face, revealing a dimple at the right side of 'his' face and a set of white, sparkling gapped teeth. Maxwell frowned as he saw that, trailing his eyes all over the little guy's face once again. How can a man be so cute?!

June stumbled back, her head pounding with confusion. She couldn’t remember who this man was, and it left her feeling disoriented. “Who are you?” she asked, her voice trembling. Conrad looked hurt by her question. He took a deep breath and said, “June, it’s me, Conrad.” “Conrad?” June muttered. In the hospital, she remembered uttering that name, but couldn't piece it together. “I- I am sorry, but Conrad, from where? I don’t know you.”

He takes off his collar, throws it in a corner and pushes him into the old man's cold and callused hands. - A bloodbag for the newborns. - Nikolas turns his back and leaves. - You're a rogue – Ryan says, looking at the old man – even for a rogue, working for the leeches, it's too low? - And who are you, pack wolf, to judge me? Do you happen to know anything about my life? The man grabs some old rags that some time ago were called clothes and throws them at Ryan. - Get dressed. - Why? Won't you going to kill me?