Little Lives Book Novels & Stories

//Chandra Margaret// I immediately put all the snack that I prepared for the boys. My hands are shaking a bit as I go to the living room. There is three boys in total. I dare not to look in their faces. "H-here is the food." I clear my throat. Even my voice is shaking. The boy in the single sofa look at me. He's reading a book in his hand. I know that book! It's Our dawn is hotter than day. A book about two people who keep their night busy while sleeping in the daylight.

I murmured quietly trying not to draw attention to myself. The picture in the first page of the book was Zemia, his siblings and who I assumed are his parents . I walked up to the Liberian with the book at him. “So is this fictional?!.” I asked. “No dear, it's history!.” She replied. I stared at the book in my hands “thank you!.” I told her and walked back to my seat. ^^^^ Zemia had an emergency call from Zephyr informing him about the current happenings in the underworld.

I asked looking at little one. "Sometimes." Little one said in a soft voice, looking down. "Aunt Sophia, Elijah has a little book he keeps in his bag with his papa's number in it for emergency's." "Little one give me the book, I will call your papa. You and Marcus can play while I call you papa, okay." I said sticking my hand out to Elijah. Elijah took the little book out of his bag and gave it to me.

Talking and other stuff is discussed and we after sometime say goodnight to each. I know this chapter is boring but please patience with me. You like the story. Thank you. please comment and like the story. . . .

CHAPTER 1 I enjoy coming to the park at night, it's a place where I can relax, think freely without having someone around to bother me for staring at nothing, lost in my thoughts. I like to contemplate the night sky full of stars, the beautiful moon shining brightly and just stop to think, will I always live like this for the next few years of my life? I was diagnosed with Cystic Fibrosis when I was months old, I am now 19 years old.

She used to write about kindness in the journal she carried everywhere. Whenever life became overwhelming, I'd open one of those pages and remind myself that good people still existed. Standing here now... I was beginning to believe it again. "Aya?" Jamey's sleepy voice floated through the hallway. "In here!" A few seconds later, my younger brother wandered inside without looking where he was going, his nose buried inside a thick book. "Pancakes," he muttered automatically. Then his foot slammed into one of the stools. "Ouch." He looked up.

Her parted his legs while standing and wielded his dick with one arm. “ This round is titled Rimming, You are to lick my ass until I cum. “ He said with a stoic voice. Both Emma and Jeane exchanged glances. “ Rim me ladies. “ Jeane felt her heart cut into two, her tongue would be in between Klein Macmiller's ass? she was in anticipation. She wanted a taste of that fair skinned, wealthy son of a bitch. She longed to touch Klein's body, even if it was his anal. Klein parted in ass into two, showing vividly the frame of his anal to the girls. Emma found the position funny, but held her laughter while Jeane was struggling and squinting to see the anal better.

I settled down beside them, and they introduced me to their friends, who were surprisingly welcoming. We started talking, and I found myself opening up to them more than I ever did with Andrew's friends. They genuinely cared about what I had to say and didn't judge me. I found myself laughing and enjoying their company. It had been ages since I had felt so much joy during lunchtime. As we ate, the twins shared their life stories with me. They came from a tough neighborhood and had to stick together to survive. They spoke of their struggles and how they had developed resilience. I was amazed by their strength and perseverance, and I couldn't help but admire them.

She looked stunned when they brought her into the room, something we're all used to when someone outside the family sees Pop's largess for the first time up-close and personal. "Wow, what is this?" She gravitated to the books that lined one wall, all classics, most of which were collector's editions. "Is this an original Herodotus?" She pulled her hand back from the volume making the twins laugh, and me smile. She acts like Pop and Uncle Garrett with books. They swear the rest of us are heathens because we don't all genuflect before the greats like they do.

If one will breach then pay fifty bucks that's enough money to make a living in some remote place all over the earth. I started packing my lunch so I can get to the bus station on time. I did not bother to tell my brother that I am going. maybe a text will do later once I get to arrive at school later. I was about to plug in my earbuds because other passengers are noisy some groups are children whore are annoyingly singing and jumping up and down on their seats. The loud noise is getting on my nerves. What will happen if this bus loses its brake these kids are annoying so are their guardians who did not even stir with their child's behavior. "Who the fuck is this hoe? Are you kidding me? in