Little House On The Prairie Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"I won't, Naomi. I promise. He’s too busy with his 'perfect' life to notice someone like me anyway." I laid down on the bed, pulling the thin, scratchy blanket up to my chin. The bed was uncomfortable, and the noise of the city outside was loud, but I didn't care. I wasn't Mrs. Ashford tonight. I was just Naomi. As I drifted off to sleep, I had a dream. I dreamt of a small house with a garden. There were no marble floors, no chandeliers, and no cold mother-in-law. There was just a swing set in the backyard and the sound of a baby laughing.

’ I said brightly “Can you go to the kitchen and help my Mumma? See if she can make pancakes? ’ said Ria, her manner that of a grand lady addressing the hired help. Obviously, I thought, her mother’s niceness had not seeped down to her. The boy, Piers, stood, watching me. “Paddy can play with us. We will take care of him.’ He announced solemnly and I immediately took a liking to him. Paddy had come up and stood, hiding behind me. “Right then! Let me check with your Mumma.’ I said, turning. Ria was informing a bemused looking Paddy that her Mumma made the best pancakes it the world as I left the room. *** I went down the stairs and stopped short at the door. Schwartz was standing next to Pros

Standing up, David turns to walk away, leaving her alone to gather her thoughts. Nora finds herself alone in the confines of her small bedroom, her gaze fixed upon the walls as her mind drifts into the memories of the Nashville brothers. Despite their undeniable handsomeness and the allure of their dreamlike qualities, she struggles to fully believe that she will soon be wedded to one of them. The stark contrast between their privileged upbringing as the wealthy children of David Nashville and her own humble origins as the daughter of a gardener weighs heavily on her.

“All I want is you. With me. Wherever you want, Goldie. I can’t be without you.” “I think it’d be a poetic ending if Daisy made her dreams come true from the small town she left in the first place.” “You’d move back to Sutten? What about being an author?” Mare leans into my touch. “I hear the man I’m in love with is building me a house with a breakfast nook I’d love to write at.” “I’ll build you ten,” I say through the emotion clogging my throat. “So what’s the ending going to be?”

He stands up, looks around, and runs toward a person with short legs. Zya stood very close to the front and saw the little prince running towards her. A flash of excitement flashed through her eyes. She deliberately steps forward to make sure that the little prince could grasp her at the corner of her clothes the first time. Justin rushed past everyone, the small figure caused everyone to exclaim. "Does the little prince like Miss Blake?" "My God! Is it Miss Blake!" "It's too much like the plot in a novel." "Miss Blake is so beautiful and heroic that no one doesn't like her, does she? It's normal for children to like it."

Fia lowered her head and lowered her long eyelashes, "I know. My father is too fierce. No one will like him. You definitely won't like him either. This is just a dream that I won't realize. If you marry my dad and become our family, then we can be together forever. I can sleep with you, you can make me delicious food. . . If you marry my father, I will have a mother. Kenny won't make fun of me anymore." Jessie could not describe the feeling in her heart. She could not help but hug her little shoulders gently. "Little fool, even if I don't marry your father, I can still find you. A man like your father is most liked by women. There are many women who desire to marry him. You don't have to wor

Still can’t believe it. Azaria’s POV I walked into my room after I was back home and for the first time I could see how small our house was. My room was small. So was Ariana and Lukas’s. It wasn’t because I compare my house to my best friend’s house, like I always did. It was that feeling I had read about in a novel. The character had gone a trip away from hinge and only to come home to find almost everything looking small in their eyes.

|| Cale || I was having a beautiful dream, the kind I hardly ever have anymore, with Nana and Abbie. We were in their small, cozy house; I was under the sink repairing a leak, while Abbie sat on the counter, swinging her legs and reading aloud to me from a book. Nana was at the stove, the air thick with the scent of her herb-roasted chicken and fresh bread. The house felt warm, safe, and filled with a golden light that didn’t exist in my waking life.

Not sure why young girls like Peter Wayne. One person prevents the novelist from composing, the other has to keep a close eye on the artist before he can compose. … On the 30th day before Mia left the house, Dilays Park went crazy again, screaming at the person sitting and typing continuously: “Mia Joan! You haven't left the house for 30 days, will you get up and go out and see how the world changes? The house has no light at all, morning and night are the same. Look at your pale skin and thin body with only skin and bones.” She angrily went to pull all the curtains in the study room.

I thought it was also easier to get. I wanted them to feel exactly what I felt outside that small house window. Like a beggar looking into a home she could never enter. A soft knock stopped the thought. Priya came in without waiting for an answer. She closed the door with care. Her face already held the gentle look she kept for my worst nights. "You look like you saw something you cannot forget," she said. She sat on the edge of my bed. "I did." I did not explain right away. I looked at my own face a bit longer. The candle light cut dark marks under my eyes that were not there a month ago. "Kade and Wren. The old caretaker's small house near the practice fields."