Little Big Man Novel Novels & Stories

He was organized, efficient, a perfectionist in everything he did. Or so I had thought. I ran my finger along the spines, counting back the years. Ten years ago. Eleven. Twelve. My finger stopped on the year the hunter would have been twelve years old. I pulled the heavy book from the shelf and carried it to the reading table in the center of the room. Dust motes danced in the lamplight as I opened the cover, swirling like ghosts. The first few pages were standard. Financial records, mission reports, contracts for security details. Everything was in Michail's neat, cursive handwriting.

When the customers saw the leading man, they all vacated their seats in fear. Then, a bald man pointed at Howard and Yoel, telling the middle-aged man with a respectful bow, "Mr. Caunter, it's them!" The bald man was the same person Howard had encountered earlier in Talia's community during the day. "That was fast!" Howard exchanged a glance with Yoel and gave a faint smile. By now, the middle-aged man had approached, and the bald man swiftly brought over a chair for him to sit. The man lit a cigar, taking a puff with composure as he said, "Are you the ones who want me to go to the community tomorrow to compensate the homeowners?"

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.

CHAPTER 10: GRANDMA & CLUMSY Amelia Solace Bernard, the point of view. It burdens me so much while trying to push myself the wheels so that I can be able to go wherever I go. Add to that, this creepy yet weird looking man who wears the sunglasses under a tinted limousine while reading his newspaper is staring at me. “What?” I asked him, raising my right eyebrow to show him I don’t feel comfortable with his stares. “You look like a grandma.” He casually answers. When he finds out that I wasn’t happy at all, he burst into laughter while hitting the Doctor’s desk.

Shameless! A gut feeling of irritation rose in my belly and I hissed. I saw a big black book on the top of the drawer and I opened it. What I saw in it left me mouth agape and wide-eyed. Though I didn't understand what was written in it, the few I could grasp were shocking. Massimo vends drugs too? He doesn't just use them, he sells them as well. He even owns the largest drug shipment in New York. Heard about it a dozen times. This is why they call him dangerous.

one After the breakfast was over, a different bustle started in the mansion than usual. The young man looked around curiously as he walked past the workers and entered his room. Something was going on, but he had no intention of asking! He went to his room, took a shower and left. He got dressed and went out to the terrace to look from where he always looked. He was distracted when he saw the jeep coming from afar, spewing dust. Nothing would happen here unaware of itself, but this jeep? After the jeep parked in front of the mansion, he looked at the person who did not recognize him. Since his mother had come downstairs to greet him, he was an important person. Nevra reached out her

"She's barely been in the family. It's not even up to a month yet. This isn't how things usually go. Why the sudden change? What are you planning old man? He said as he moved. Later in the night Sapphire had woken up to go to the bathroom but then she caught site of a piece of paper that had been slipped through the door. She picked it up and read it. "You will regret the day you stepped into this mansion" Sapphire felt slight chills. Was it from the same person? But how come it was an entirely different handwriting? She couldn't go back to sleep that night so she opted to reading at the desk till she finally fell asleep.

Chapter 46 Wendy answered the door bell by opening the door: Strange news was being aired on the TV; her visitor was a little man just above four feet high. He was a Mexican. He stared nervously at the double barrelled shotgun in Wendy’s hand, it belonged to her father. “Yes?” Wendy enquired. “Senora?! Sorry, my many apologies,” the little man said his eyes darting away from the gun and went upwards to Wendy. “But I thought one Senor Willy Goodwill might live here?”