Little Lady Book Novels & Stories

Soon enough his pout is gone and we're all laughing and joking, someone catches my eye and I look up to find Liam walking towards us with willow in the crock of his arm, she looks so small in his arm, and seeing how he is with all the babies does nothing to help ease my crush, will it ever end? Both Brooke and I arranged this party together for Bella's birthday and as I sit here looking around, I feel really proud of us, everything is princess themed, there's a castle, a huge sandpit, a DJ with a bubble machine, a face painter, magician, 3 real-life princesses, a huge 3 tier cake and way too much food plus banners balloons and lots of cute little party hats. All the children from the pack ar

“Yeah right, we both know you won’t let me walk out of this room naked regardless if the mansion is empty. I may not know you well, Ace Ripley, but I do know that much.” “Don’t tempt me to prove you wrong. You forget that you are mine, Little Bird, and that means I can do whatever I like, understand?”

Her sleepy eyes blinked up at me, a faint smile tugging at her lips. I cleared my throat dramatically, and Amaris cooed, her tiny fists waving as if in anticipation. “Once upon a time,” I began, “in a kingdom far far away, there lived a little princess named Lyra. She was kind and clever, but she had one big problem.” Amaris observed the drawings in the book as if she could totally understand them.

A second later, her entire face changed. “It’s a book!” Eleanor smiled a little. “It is.” Sophie pulled it out immediately, already turning the cover toward herself. It was a children’s book about a little girl who liked building things—bridges, toy houses, tiny inventions made from scraps. Honestly, it was exactly the kind of thing Sophie loved. “She builds stuff?” Sophie asked. “She does,” Eleanor answered. “Very clever stuff.” Sophie flipped through two pages before looking up. “I like it.” “I hoped you would.”

As I turned to respond, the lady returned with a large album in her hands. She smiled at me, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively at both of us. I glared at Michael, who looked completely relaxed and unbothered. I took the album. The first picture was of a very pretty baby in a pink dress, a crown, and a little wand. “Oh my gosh, this is so cute,” I gushed. “That’s Mikey.” My smile froze for a second before I burst into laughter. The next picture was of him in a torn yellow dress.

Turning to me, "Although perhaps great company has kept you away." "The best," he said. Michelle was halfway behind me; she hadn't thought it was her place to come and meet the Luna. She was smiling shyly behind me when I took Lilla's hands and bowed a little, paying some respects to her. "Oh, you are a pretty little thing, aren't you?" She sounded delighted. "Come in and sit, I was just getting some reading done." She had created a circle of nearly twenty books around her, and I had no idea how she could be reading so many at once.

Peter's little mind was confused by the woman "But there are no books here, ma'am." "Please, Peter," she turned to him, "Call me Malinda." She offered a slight curtsey to him and he smiled as a response, not yet aware that he was standing in front of a royal, he forgot his manners. "And there are books in here, come see," Malinda seemed eager to share with Peter, her studies were clearly very important to her, thought Peter to himself. Malinda opened up a black leather book full of small vials of various colors. "What are they?" Asked young Peter, standing on the tips of his toes to see better.

I heard her laugh, does she think it's funny? “ You can just call me Penelope, my lady. Learning that book is the first step in living here”, she said laughing as she motioned something to the other lady. My eyes widened when the lady gave me five books. “You can start now ,my lady. I will be back in a few hours”, they bowed and in return I bowed.

She relented after about a half hour, finally giving way to my concern. Despite Scottie’s stares and the looks from Lady Emily, the rest of the day was uneventful. Belle gave me a beautiful black book, inlaid with a silver triple moon. I didn’t understand why I was being given so many things. I took the book back to my little room, closed the door and opened it. There was a handwritten note inside the cover. Our Dearest Little Love,

I looked down to see a little girls of about five years staring at me with big brown eyes and her hair plaited into pigtails. "Excuse me miss," she said so politely "Do you sell barbie books in here? I want to buy a big collection for my friends and I,' she gave an exaggerated hand gesture when she said the word big. "No, I'm afraid not little miss. we don't have Barbie books in the library. You should check at the kiddies store a few meters away and I think you'll see some there," I responded to her with a downcast being sorry for not being able to give her what she wanted.