Little Lulu Novels & Stories

Her nose was small and delicate, the kind girls went under the knife for, and her mouth was petite with plump lips tinged naturally pink. I was staring at a real-life doll. You'd think I'd be used to seeing beautiful creatures with all the years I'd spent as a hunter, but this female truly was a marvel to behold. She was on the same level as Eliza, except she lacked that insufferable, stuck-up air Eliza perpetually exuded. She seemed far more relaxed and approachable, judging by the loose tee and boxers she currently wore. Eliza wouldn't be caught dead in such a casual outfit. "Melissa Morange?" I questioned carefully, and I subtly sensed an immediate shift in the air around us. Her face tur

As I was eating, I got a knock on my door. "Who is it?" I shouted but got no reply. I checked the video footage and saw it was a girl with a cookie box. I recently found out about the video stuff. Javan showed me earlier so as to avoid unnecessary visits. A neighbor, perhaps? I shrugged and opened the door, revealing the lady. She looked young, probably younger or a few months older than I was. But I couldn't tell exactly. "Hi." She grinned. She reminded me a lot of Lyla. They both smiled hugely and there was no iota of bad energy around them.

he says in a sad voice, I get what he means if this place wasn't kink-friendly we'll all have to hide a big part of ourselves behind closed doors. I once read a story, it's called littles academy, a world where everyone is either sub or dom, and littles are regular and real things, I loved that book and the author is awesome. But sadly outside of this company walls showing my little self would be a big mistake people would judge and talk badly about you.

"So, you are coming back to work on Monday?" Candace asks. They had finished doing the dishes and she helps Lulu with her things in her room now. "Yes, I am." Lulu answers by taking out the folded clothes of the suitcase. Lulu is a fashion designer and has been working with one of the most famous designers in Milano, thanks to her father's connections. When she was in senior year, she had started to work in that fashion company, then her supervisor had realized her ability which shows that Lulu was not just a privileged princess. Now it is her second year in the company and she promises success for the future as a junior designer.

“You don’t understand—” Lulu cut her off, waving her manicured fingers. “Shhh, sweetie. The adults are talking.” She turned back to the phone. “Yes, officer. It’s urgent. She’s carrying a luxury item that’s only available to elite collectors. I think she might have stolen it from my father’s store or private collection. Yes, I’m Lulu DeVry. I’m the only one in this school who can afford that bag.” Her words were sharp, loud, cutting Elena to pieces.

It’s Uncle Domeng and Lulu, the daughter of Aunt Melba and Uncle Domeng. This is her first time seeing Lulu. She went to the hospital before, unfortunately she was sleeping and was not able to met her in person. Lulu is studying Hotel and Restaurant Management, which she think that she can trained her to help in managing the restaurant owned by Harvey. If there will be a chance that she will get back to his former self, then, the restaurant will have someone to manage it and not suffer any threat of bankruptcy. “Good afternoon, Mam Arrianne”

I watched as the curtain in Lulu’s room opened as she stared at me with her phone pressed against her ear. “Give me five minutes. I’ll be out soon.” She replied, and the call ended. I chuckled as her curtain closed again, and exactly 6 minutes 35 seconds later, Lulu walked out the front door. She wore a soft blue pair of tights and a large white hoodie with white bunny slippers and fluffy pink socks. “That was more than five minutes,” I remarked as she climbed into the vehicle. “Oh, shut up. I’m here, ain’t I?” Lulu growled and rolled her eyes. “Now tell me what’s going on.”

I clamped a hand over my mouth to keep from breaking into sobs, but the tears spilled anyway, rolling down my hand like beads from a broken necklace. Time blurred. I couldn't tell how long I sat there, not until my eyes ran dry and the sobs finally stilled. I sniffled, picked up my phone, and called my best friend, Lily Ludlow. She was a lawyer. "Lily, help me draft a divorce agreement." On the other end, she hesitated for a few seconds before speaking, her voice heavy with concern. "A divorce agreement? Anna, are you serious? You love Tristan. Why would you suddenly want to end it?"

She held it gently. She looked up. He was there. Mr. Hades. He smiled smally. "Go on new girl. Sing." She looked around. All the bartenders and workers paused to look. The lights dimmed down. The spot light was soft on her. She was nervous. Her hands were sweaty. Vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti— Not now Eminem! She shook her head. She looked over the small crowd. Then something drew her eyes. His. His dark eyes. He was in the middle of the room, pulling on her gaze with his own.

NICHOLAS’s POV. I have just finished reading the document on my study table when my door pushes open and Lucy saunters into the room. She has a gloomy look on her face and I am guessing the meeting with Michelle didn’t go as she wanted. I had told her not to but my little sister is stubborn, I am glad she learned the hard way. “I am busy, Lucy” I tell her, “why are you here?” “You don’t seem bothered about Michelle?” She asks while lowering herself on the chair in front of me, “I met with her and she was extremely angry, I don’t think..