Little Fey Novels & Stories

A slow, challenging smile spreads across Fe’s lips. “You,” she says, her voice a low, husky scrape in the quiet. “Big man. You think you can handle me?” Leo’s head turns. His dark eyes lock onto hers. He doesn’t speak. He just watches her, his expression unreadable. Fe pushes herself up onto her hands and knees. She’s a vision—toned, athletic, her red hair a wild mess around her shoulders. Seed glistens on her thighs. She crawls toward him, a predator stalking prey.

Her eyes lit up, and a small gasp slipped from her lips. Her scanty bangs framed her forehead, partially covering her eyes, while the rest of her hair was styled in two neat French twists. Gaby and I had both been in the same high school drama group, along with Denzel, so it was no surprise to see her here. “Brie!” Gabby called out, her voice warm with recognition. As soon as we were close, she threw her arms around me for a hug. “Ow,” Gabby winced almost immediately.

My pussy area is exposed to public view, and the men and women in the audience devour every inch of me with their gazes. My nipples. My skin. My groin. His fingers hook under my feet, rubbing slowly. “You have such small feet, pet. So dainty and cold. I could have warmed them up for you if you weren't being such a brat. Perhaps some time in the future, when you're apologetic and well-behaved, I will properly suck these little toes.” My stomach clenches in on itself, eyes wide in horror. What the fuck? He can not be talking about my feet, right?!

This world is simply beyond repair. Felicia sniffs, and I glance at her. She's only fourteen years old and barely five feet tall. Her hair is short, feathery, and a dark cinnamon color. Her face is round and still slightly babyish, but months of little food and constant fear have given her a gaunt, hollowed-out look. Her honey-colored eyes are sad, but hopeful. She honestly believes that everything will be ok in the end so long as we keep faith, which she still miraculously somehow has. A small golden cross hangs around her throat on a thin chain, and she tends to play with it when she gets nervous.

Letta fell silent, looking at Freya who had just finished dressing up. Freya, now 15 months old, seemed to be getting smarter. Every day, she could already say a few simple words, and it made Letta even happier to watch the little princess develop rapidly. However, the next moment, Letta's smile faded as she faced the reality they had to face in the future. Letta bowed her head, looking at her little princess who was now smiling sweetly at her.

Logan hissed behind her. The young lady called Faye had the most amazing chocolate skin color she'd ever seen with her deep hazel eyes and her full jet black hair that tumbled all the way down to her waist. She had a petite body and a plump pink lips with a round face and a button nose. In all she was a beautiful girl. As Shelly watched her ignore Logan, she instantly took a liking to the girl. "I like you." Faye smiled, "The feeling I mutual, Shelly."

Mama-loco said what now? To be honest, I was expecting to hear a groan from Adam, or at least show that he doesn't agree with these, but when he smiled and took his phone, I have my doubts. "Talking about that, Chloe and Fey's interested in helping too. Here's Fey's number." They're all crazy. "Oooh, got it!" She grinned, "Wait, she's the 18 years old bubbly girl with bubble gum hair; Shay's daughter, right?"

Leila returned the phone to her ear when the screen went black, a small smile curling her lips. “I know what you are thinking,” Freya said like she could read minds. “But they get along well.” “If you say so. What’s his name?” “Red,” Freya replied. “She’s a girl.” Leila chuckled. “Blu, the cat. Red, the puppy.” “What? It’s a cool name,” Freya protested. Leila hummed in agreement. Another minute of silence rolled by, and she spoke again. “Are you home? I’m in your neighborhood. I would love to see what your new place looks like.”

The thought brought tears to my eyes, I finally got the freedom I had always wanted but I won't enjoy it for long. I got up and wore a sweater, I stepped out of the room, trying to locate the library, that was the only place Aaron forgot to show me. “Having trouble sleeping?” A sweet calm voice came from behind. I turned and saw a beautiful girl, about the same age as me. She was holding a cup of coffee and smiling at me. She was beautiful like a doll with blonde hair and blue eyes. “Hi, My name is Fay, I am Aaron’s baby sister, it’s nice to meet you.” She said with a smile.

Faye I’m sitting against plush pillows feeling like myself again, whoever that is. My memories are still hazy, but I’m starting to remember key things. My name is Faye. I’m twenty. I like to read, draw, and play the piano. I’m actually very good at playing piano. I like the color pink, even though it does nothing for my complexion. I like to keep my hair braided. I like ribbons and other pretty, girly things. I like animals. I like going on long walks on foggy, rainy days.