Little Big Man Novel Novels & Stories

“You’ve been through hell. Let the world talk. Let them break their own necks over the news. You just… rest.” He didn’t answer, just sat down on the couch and leaned back. His eyes closed, and for the first time since I’d met him, he looked human. Not the billionaire. Not the man on every magazine cover. Just Rand. I sat beside him, resting my head on his shoulder. Outside, thunder rolled again — low and far away. The kind of sound that tells you the storm’s not over, just catching its breath. But right then, it didn’t matter. We’d already survived the worst part.

I couldn’t even focus on what he was saying. When his screaming fit was over, Victor spun around and marched back to the door. “Get in here and watch her,” he sneered at someone. A big, burly man stepped in. His head was shaved bald, and he had a beard. His chest was twice as wide as any other man I’d seen, and he was as tall as Victor, but he wore his height well. After Victor disappeared and the lock turned, my new guard leaned against the wall and folded his arms. I was scared he would try something, too. I could try to put up a fight, but this guy was about four times as big as Victor, and he would do as much damage.

This bar is getting crowded and it's really not my scene but even after getting all the arrangements done it was still too early for me to go home so I've ended up in this small pub on the outskirts of the pack lands, it's a nice little place but I don't really go to pubs, I'm happy with a beer in the packhouse. Finally, Cal texts me letting me know that my little wolf is sleeping and I waste no time in paying my bill and getting the hell out of there! Stepping outside it's dark and the heavens have opened up creating raindrops the size of golf balls to batter the ground, I make a run for the SUV, get the heaters on and concentrate on getting my ass home.

“What mai—” The words died as I followed her gaze. A plain brown envelope lay beside her boot. My brows snapped together. “Who the hell dropped this?” I muttered, crouching to snatch it up. We never got mail. Not bills, not flyers, nothing. Wrong house, I almost decided until I flipped it over and saw the two words scrawled in precise black ink across the front: To Little Thief. My heart did a sickening flip. Little Thief. Only one person had ever called me that.

Anything would be better than to be alone upon the sea. Nearer and nearer came the fireball. At last, when it reached the deck, to Ying-lo's surprise, something very, very strange happened. Before he had time to feel alarmed, the light vanished, and a funny little man stood in front of him peering anxiously into the child's frightened face.

“Now this one…” He shook his head, almost impressed, almost unsettled. “This one’s mad.” He leaned back against the counter, gripping the edge of the book a little tighter. There was something about this story that didn’t feel heavy like the last one. It was still intense, but cleaner. Sharper. “Man went in for a job… came out with something else entirely,” he muttered. Adam ran a hand over his chin, thinking it through. It wasn’t about control this time. Not like before. This one felt… equal. Two people walking into the same moment for completely different reasons and meeting right in the middle of it.

“Was it a year ago? Two years ago? Or… did you know from the very beginning?” Timothy clenched his jaw before answering in a low voice, “Ethan was badly injured back then. It was Jane who carried him down the mountain herself. When he woke up, he didn’t remember anyone. The doctors said forcing him to recover his memories could put his life at risk… Besides, he’s been living peacefully in that small mountain town. He’s happy.” “So for the sake of his peace and happiness,” I cut in softly, “I deserved to rot in hell, is that it?”

the man said, his tone cold and calculating. "Okay, brother. Let’s meet later to finalize the plan," Vivian agreed before ending the call. Starting her car, Vivian drove off, her mind racing with schemes. --- The Yubari King Melon, known as the world’s most expensive fruit, might have seemed extravagant, but the price of secrets and betrayal in the Hastings family far surpassed its value.

Linda's POV I woke up with a splitting headache and the feeling of very soft, cool sheets on my skin. I stayed still, closing my eyes, waiting for the pain in my head to fade but it didn't. This wasn't my bed. I opened my eyes, a wave of panic hitting me. I looked up at the ceiling, it was sleek, and modern, nothing like the one back home with the worn, peeling paint and cracks. Then I felt it, the warmth of someone beside me. I turned my head slowly to see a man, lying on his stomach with his face turned away.

I tucked her into bed and said gently, "Tomorrow, you'll go to your new school and make new friends. Let's leave all the unhappy things behind us, okay?" Yvette nodded. That night, I lay down beside her. We'd both had a long, exhausting day. Soon, we drifted off to sleep. After dropping Yvette off at school the next morning, I headed to report in at my new company. On the way, I happened to scroll past a new post from Susan on Instagram. It was a photo of Harold and Jacob. In the picture, Harold was listening intently to a doctor in a white coat, while Jacob sat obediently beside him.