Little Lulu Novels & Stories

the make-up artist said opening her bag and bringing out a magazine as she handed it to Octavia collecting the one in her hand, Octavia was about to open the magazine when her phone beeped beside her, she touched the screen as a message popped up. SOON TO BE MRS. HYDRA, I AM GUESSING LIGHT MAKE UP LOL It was a message from an unknown number and she suspected it was the same person that messaged her a month ago, but who was this person? She had overlooked the message the last time but now she wasn't sure she could, were they playing tricks on her. She looked at the girls but they seemed busy organizing the list for the wedding, she looked closely just to be sure but none of them were with the

Johnny’s grandfather had requested it, and she liked the excuse to sneak away for a minute to breathe. She smiled at the little honey bear bottle on the counter, already planning to drizzle too much into the cup. But then the laughter behind her made her pause. Lulu. Flanked by two girls who looked like extras from a 2010 sorority-themed movie, Lulu strutted in like she owned the air. “Wow,” Lulu drawled, leaning against the island, eyeing Minnie up and down. “Didn’t expect you to be the last one standing. Thought you’d ghost after dessert. You know, like you used to after gym class.”

Nicole said, raising an eyebrow. Then, Nicole turned to Spencer. "The same goes for Lulu. She only wants to be confident enough to be a right partner for you, and you can be the one to give her that confidence." Lulu was trying her best. And after Lulu started working at the Riddle Corporation, Nicole realized how capable her friend was. The only thing was that Lulu cared too much about her surroundings, so she had a mild inferiority complex. "Okay, understood," said Spencer, giving a nod.

“Scary!!! What if she’s just like Coco? She’ll start throwing things in my face right now. W…what if she even decides to strangle me?” At this point, Chloe walked in with Lulu’s meal, and Selene thanked her, after which she asked that Chloe excuse them briefly. Again, Lulu was so enthralled by how amiable and respectable the young lady behaved around her assistant. It was something all assistants gossiped about now and then. Even the artists complained occasionally, hoping they could train her on how to properly treat a servant. Lulu ate her meal in silence, only to wipe the bowl clean, even after saying she wasn’t hungry. To her surprise once more, Selene took the bowl and placed it away fr

Ruby “Okay, fingers on lips, guys.” Our school teacher, Miss Wilson, silenced the class with a shush. I liked Miss Wilson. She was nice. She wasn’t old like my last teacher, who always smelled like toilet freshener. Miss Wilson was young and had a pretty smile. She had blonde curly hair that reminded me of spaghetti. I sat at the table with three other children, picking the PVA glue and glitter from my fingers like a sparkly layer of skin.

He was standing near the window with his coat still on, looking at the bracket board like he was calculating. He greeted them both and then looked at Noah. “How are you feeling?” he asked. “Prepared”, Noah responded. Viktor nodded once. “Good. You're a big boy” They found their spots along the wall. Lena, in Arianna's arms, looked at the room. She was fourteen months old now and had opinions about most things, communicated through a combination of pointing and an expressive range of sounds that did not yet constitute words but conveyed meaning efficiently. She pointed at the bracket board.

Candace watched him stretching his neck and wearing the t-shirt with slow moves. She stood up as he was walking away and looked at him proudly. Lulu really could find a man who was worthy to get laid in a lame camp like this. She entered the tent and found Lulu leaning on the sleeping bag on her stomach. "Eww, it stinks sex in here." She muttered loudly and went for one of the tent windows, trying to open its zipper. Then she took a look at her friend who hadn't moved since she came in. "Hey, Lulu. Are you alive?" Lulu didn't answer, not even let out a sound.

"They're watching us." Oliver turned slowly and they all pretended to be fascinated by absolutely everything except the Alpha and his Luna. Oliver laughed. "I don't think they are." "They definitely are, they're pretending not to." He held the spoon a little closer, ignoring her protests. "Open." Lilith sighed dramatically. "I've created a monster." "You have." She accepted the spoonful anyway. The servants couldn't hide their smiles anymore. Oliver continued feeding her patiently. Between bites, he occasionally reminded her to drink water.

I had over thirty missed messages from people in my major department, group chats I barely ever spoke in, and even random numbers I didn't recognize. Something didn't feel right. My fingers were slightly trembling as I unlocked the screen and tapped on the main department group chat. A link to a video file sat at the very bottom of the chat log, sent by a burner account just twenty minutes ago. The caption above it read: “Looks like the school’s golden boy senior has other hobbies he's into.” My heart was racing so bad that it hurt. I forced myself to click the link. The video loaded instantly, and the second the image cleared, my phone almost slipped right out of my hand.

The next day, Gabe updated his Instagram with a new photo. A blanket covered his lower abdomen. One hand held up the camera, deliberately revealing his chest and the ambiguous marks along his neck. On the other pillow, a woman's profile could be seen—eyes still closed. Caption: [So what? She's still mine.] The post was made visible only to me. No—also to Carrie. Because she had liked it. I glanced at it casually, then tapped "like" myself before going to sleep.