Little Darlings Novel Novels & Stories

After what seemed like forever, Antonio finally pulled away from me. As my mind wandered, I remembered the hidden passage, and I pointed toward the wedding photo on the wall, asking him, "How did you discover this?" Antonio pulled me into his arms, his hands gently moving over my body as he spoke. "On the first day I moved in, I accidentally broke that glass. That was when I discovered it. I couldn't believe my room was right next to yours, the room of the raunchy landlady." I froze when I heard his words.

Let's go" He ordered and I stood up. "When we come face to face with people, I expect you to compose yourself. Your name is Lauren Dennis, you're a software engineer from a prestigious yet unknown family and you schooled in Hamilton University. You lived a sheltered life. Your hobbies are reading, writing and violin practice. Are we clear?

But now, I know better, but I still wondered where he was taking me. Maybe his room. I guessed right. Walking past hot daddy's room, my heart skipped a beat, my steps stalled. The door. Something happened with the door earlier. I tried to remember. "Come in," Mr. Nikolai beckoned, breaking into my thoughts, opening a door in front of us. The bedroom was big. The room decor was totally different from hot daddy's. It bore darker vibes, and it seemed like it had more things as opposed to the other room which had only a wardrobe, and an almost empty table top.

The smell of blood assaulting the ones who immediately tried to help the fool keep quiet and her life. Melinda kept walking without interrupting her stride a single bit. The veil helping to mask her smile. Zia smiled broadly from her position standing behind Ren. Even Jackson couldn't help but grin to himself. Felicity just marveled at the dress worn by Melinda. The dancing lights were actual creatures composed of Ion energy of light. 12 birds of light lifted up and flew around the room. Each then passing over those in attendance before sitting on the Personal Guards of former Empress, Soruda. The half sisters trembled as they were given an entire experience of peace through life.

Not with the twins beside me. Not with the crowd so thick I couldn’t escape quickly if things went wrong. I turned my back, preparing to move toward the far end of the hall… when I heard Darling whisper loudly: “He looks like the man from Mommy’s picture.” A chill went through me. I bent down quickly, my voice sharp but quiet. “Don’t say that. And don’t point.” Darling blinked innocently. “Why? He looks like—” I covered his mouth gently. Dillion’s eyes widened in understanding—he was always the smarter one between them.

“I hope that after carrying out this sentence, you will realize the mistake you have made and will not repeat it again.” Ms. Caroline put her hands on the table and cupped them. “You will do some tasks at the Moldark family residence in Noblebranch.” “Noblebranch?” “That is the elite residential area of ​​the nobles in Duradel. Big houses across from Caravons Depth. You can see it from your bedroom window.” Those big scary houses? Vero remembered when she fell into the lake that night. She woke up near Noblebranch and felt a horror that made her guts shrink. There was something in that place that was inhuman. Maybe because the houses looked gloomy and poorly lit at night.

SHARON’S POV The nursery smelled like warm milk and cedar. Sunlight slanted through the tall windows, turning the rug into a golden pool where Daemon and Daenerys lay on their stomachs, their chubby arms reaching for the same wooden wolf Morris had carved last winter. They babbled at each other in that secret twin language only they understood, their tiny fingers brushing, then tangling, then pulling apart with delighted squeals.

David mutters one night, staring into the fire. Lizzy snorts, lifting his feet into her lap. “Endings are for stories. This is just breakfast and stubbing your toe and watching birds shit on the car.” She kneads his ankles with strong, sunburned hands. “You keep thinking you’ll find the last page, but there isn’t one.” Darrel, from under the pile, says, “Especially with you writing in the margins.” When their daughter is born, the wolves of the valley bring offerings: bones, trinkets, poems, a basket of paw-picked huckleberries. Lizzy names her Fen, and from the first night, she howls louder than any of them combined.

“My dear baby, this is mother's favourite storybook. Don't be mad at your brother, okay? Let's just read." The little baby girl blinked her big, round eyes. Her hand reached up, toward the book, as if she agreed to her mother's invitation. It was then, Alameida who saw them gasped. "Ah! Isn't that the book I wrote?!” Harriet immediately turned to Alameida with wide eyes. "Eh?!" The long blonde-haired woman chuckled next to Harriet looking at the children's storybook called [The Elf Princess and the Giant Wolf]. “Oh, I'm so happy… I didn't expect my book to be read to my great-grandchildren like this…”

Driz smiled while looking at her daughter, who was cuddling the stuffed animal dove that was given to her by Uncle Malcolm and Aunt Alma. “Yes, yes it does.” Peter smiled and kissed his wife. _______________________ I hope you guys enjoyed my very first book! Ratings are much appreciated<3 Follow me on Twitter @HWardWriting for new updates on my current WIP 'HELLBOUND' (3/20/21) and upcoming stories including 'The One Key Detail' -H. WARD