Little Man Author Novels & Stories

Finally, the charismatic young boy spoke, his small voice carrying an authority that is way beyond his age. “What else can you cook? Desserts? Can you bake?” Though I was momentarily taken aback by his abrupt question, I quickly nodded, before I responded in a friendly tone. “Yes, of course I can bake, make different kinds of desserts and do most types of cooking. If there's something in particular that you’d like to have tomorrow or any other day, you can ask Mr. Randolph to give me a menu and I'll make sure I prepare everything for you!” To my astonishment, the mini man as I refer to him since I'm yet to know his name, said nothing to me in return. Instead, he simply turned around and walk

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"No. You're seeing things." A short distance away, a haggard man with greying hair approached. He had recently been granted parole and had gone to see a doctor. After inflicting further injuries on himself in prison, his right foot was now lame. He crouched beside Lucy and took a piece of old, moldy cake from his pocket. "Enough, Lucy. Jesse has eaten his cake. He's full now." Lucy quieted and smiled vacantly at the cake. "That's good. If he's full, he won't feel cold. Let's take him home, sweetie, before it gets dark. Jesse is afraid of the dark."

I was asking the table beside me. “Yeah, he went to the table there.” I followed her description and found Noah seated beside a man. I dashed to them immediately. “Noah!” “Mama,” he called as he beamed, “see, the man makes robots.” I looked forward, my eyes resting on a man dressed in a suit. “Noah,” I took a deep breath and faced the man, “I'm so sorry for his disturbance. He just—” “It's fine,” the man waved me off. “He is a smart child.”

He was organized, efficient, a perfectionist in everything he did. Or so I had thought. I ran my finger along the spines, counting back the years. Ten years ago. Eleven. Twelve. My finger stopped on the year the hunter would have been twelve years old. I pulled the heavy book from the shelf and carried it to the reading table in the center of the room. Dust motes danced in the lamplight as I opened the cover, swirling like ghosts. The first few pages were standard. Financial records, mission reports, contracts for security details. Everything was in Michail's neat, cursive handwriting.

"Even at such a young age, she had such eyes that set her apart from any other person I had ever seen in my entire life." “That was a good thing, right?” The man didn’t respond, but the complete silence was enough to take for an answer. — Little Raven. "I'm done with my mission."

I walked over to the children's books area, I was thankful no one was around as I sat down in a beanbag after grabbing a few books to read. "Ella, stop slouching around and get to work" my manager yells at me, there was no one in the shop while I was sitting around here. I looked up to see a woman standing next to the register, I huffed angrily and put the book away before walking over to the nice looking lady. "Hi ma'am, how may I help you?" I ask the woman, she was only about five feet tall, with brown long hair and brown eyes. "Hello, I'm here for the new werewolf story" she says looking at me, I tried my best to hide under my own overgrown bangs.

He was about four feet tall with silver hair, which went all the way down to his shiny black boots, and a matching silver beard. His eyes were startling–one of them was sea green, and the other was as orange as the sun. Alizeh and the little man both stared at each other with a look of complete fascination on their faces. Neither one of them seemed to form any coherent words. As they circled each other, the little man finally spoke. “You look like you are in need of a meal. I just finished making supper, and the storm will surely be getting worse. When I am done, I will go inside and bring you out a bowl of soup.”

The manager warned me that if it wasn’t developed soon, its age might cause it to be ruined beyond recovery. But when I have them developed, frame after frame is filled with Winnie Leigh, his first love. Her smile looks so sweet in those pictures that they nearly suffocate me. What about me, one may ask? I never once appeared on his albums. The office door slams open. Tristan bursts in, already out of breath. "Anna, is your life really so empty that you have to dig through mine?" I turn toward him, the man who's usually so composed. I neither question him nor break down.

Damm she's easier to deal with with than my problems, wish I could just give them all sweets and everything will be good. Mia has been the little ray of sunshine in my life since I moved here she doesn't pity even when she knows what I am going through and somehow I am grateful for that . She's human but she knows about warewolves , she's 5'2 with blonde hair and brown eyes but she mostly wears pink contacts still don't know why, she dresses like we are going for a party like every single Damm time, like right now she's putting on a pink crop top and a pink jacket with a black skirt and boots with her hair in a neat ponytail and a classy makeup ,says she's has to look her best for when she d