Little Fey Novels & Stories

*** The moment my feet land on the ground, Fate disappears again. Sighing deeply, I look around. I’m in the middle of the forest, seeing only trees native to this Pack. The Devotion Pack. And right in front of me, is a rather small looking cabin. I have visited here once before. This is where Jasper and Thea primarily live. I love how they don’t need a massive estate to live happily as Alpha and Luna. I walk up the porch, knowing promptly on the front door. “Hello? Jasper? It’s me, Faye.”

You know how kids are—they love making things up. Quentin seized on that like a drowning man to a rope. ‘Exactly. She’s six. She doesn’t know what she’s saying!’ Freya’s eyes burned. ‘I saw it!’ She whipped off her tiny crossbody bag, unzipped it with furious little hands, and pulled out a yellow phone covered in sparkly stickers. ‘I was filming a puppy in the yard and caught the whole thing by accident! Look!’ ‘What?’ Isobel’s voice turned strangled.

“I love you, Sky! Happy birthday!” “I love you, too, Freya!” Sky looked young, younger than Finn’s age now. When Freya turned around, her camera caught a teenager putting up the tent. “There’s my ugly twin brother.” She giggled. “Ugly, huh!” Finn, maybe thirteen or fourteen, took the camera from her. It went out of focus for a few seconds, and when Finn seemed to have fixed it, he focused it on Freya. He caught her laughing while sitting on the sand. She looked a bit like Jocelyn but had more resemblance to Olivia now. Finn walked toward the table and placed the camera facing them.

When I entered the lift, I selected the attachments in the email. …A pretty-looking girl with light green hair and golden eyes. 'First Name: Lefiya Last Name: Rios Challia Gender: Female Age: 16 Birth Date: 4th April XX77 Class: First Year, A-1 Race: Faerie Elf Special Note from Principal: She inherited the all-seeing eye from the fairy race, so brace yourself from having your deepest, darkest secrets wholly exposed to her. Don't try to look for her through her hair colour; it's useless as it changes often. Instead, her most distinctive features are her pointy ears and fairy wings.'

"It is her!!" Maya squealed with delight and excitement. "Who?" Ameerah asked looking lost. "Mr sage New lover", Maya whispered closing her mouth. "What?! Mr sage New lover?" Ameerah eyes opened in shock and excitement. Maya nodded looking at Faye. Faye stole a glance at them and bend her head playing with her fork. She is very beautiful and so stunning in that baby blue figure hugging dress. She is so much beautiful in person than the site she g****e at home.

For 18+ readers. (MATURE CONTENT) #1st in darklove #4th in darkromance #1st in pure "Good girl." He praised her and continued to massage her dainty feet with gentle hands. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" She shook her head, eyes fluttering down in shyness. She won't dare because she hates it whenever he ignores her and gives her a silent treatment. "I won't, husband." "Good, now it's time for another punishment." ???! "W-What punishment, husband?" He didn't say anything and just pulled her down before pinning her on the desk, half of her body leaned on the flat surface and her bottom perked out, looking inevitable to his eyes.

“Chey, you’ve been mothering half the pack since you were old enough to throw a punch. I knew the minute we got our lives semi-under control, you were gunna start feeling it.” She huffed. “Feeling what? Baby fever? Ugh.” “You held Kael for thirty seconds and almost cried.” “It was his little fists!” she defended, dramatic and indignant. “They were so small and grabby!” He grinned wider. Cheyenne sighed and leaned into him a little. “I don’t know. It’s not just because everyone else is doing it, or because I feel like we’re ‘supposed to.’ I just... look at them. Liora and Kael. And I think... maybe we could do that. Maybe we could raise a little wolf or whatever comes out of me, with big feel

There wasn’t time. A few young kids ran up to us. One small girl took Daya’s hand. Little Phoebe is only five years old, with wavy black hair and big brown eyes that are almost too big for her head. She looks like a cartoon character. Daya looks down at this small girl.

No one does. ‘Mum. Mum. Are you going to come and play with us?’ Freya looks at me with her big brown eyes, she takes after me. ‘Yes darling.’ I quickly jump up from my seat on the floor and scoop her up into my arms. Her long black hair is just like mine too, poker straight and thick. ‘Muuuuum!’ I spin us around, faster and faster until the world becomes a green and blue blur. ‘Hahaaa.’ I laugh out loud and come to a staggering stop. With her still in my arms I fall backwards in to the long grass. Her held tightly against my chest. She giggles into my neck and the scent of her fills my head. I can’t believe my babies are ten already. In no time at all they will get their wolves and find the

“My father probably counted wrong this morning, that’s why” ‘Ol Jack stared at him to see if he was telling the truth. Greg felt uncomfortable and even smaller under his gaze so he couldn’t help but shift uneasily. Unfortunately for him, the bully found this as a sign of deceit. “You dare!” he raised his fist to land a punch and Greg braced himself for the impact. But it didn’t come. Instead, he heard a girl’s voice apprehending Jack. “Hey!” Greg craned his neck in the direction of the voice and found a petite Asian-American girl standing a few yards away from where they were. He considered himself small, but the girl who appeared seemed even a little smaller than he was but she still bravel