Little Man Author Novels & Stories

"That's horseshit." He held his hands up in surrender. "Think about it, Lee. The three of us have been friends since we were five. And in all those years, no one new has ever come into town unless they were born here. Peyton's an outsider in Masyn's tiny world. I could see how Masyn would be intimated by her." "You're a dick, dude."

He was not what I would call a snob at all. What I was going to say before he startled me, was how most men with money were stuck up and stingy, and how it was rare to find a man as kind as Mr. Grant junior. I couldn’t exactly carry on the conversation without sounding like a bumbling idiot who was trying to backtrack. Mom needed this job. I didn't want to get her fired.

He released my neck before lifting my two hands above my head and capturing them in one hand, rendering me completely helpless before tugging my jaw upwards with his free hand. "Oh Snow, you don't know what you do to me." I shivered at those whispered words just as he finally covered my lips with his, trapping my husky moans in. Excerpt from; His Little Snow [18+] ©Josephine. C. Ivy

Sarah commented on the third day. "I like taking care of them." Gia smiled as she wiped the face of Tommy, a two-year-old. "Gia! Story!" Lucy, a little girl with blonde curls, called out. "The Little Mermaid again?" She asked with a big smile. "Yes!" Seeing the children gave her hope, she would soon have one of her own, although no one could know yet, her belly was not yet noticeable under her loose clothing. At night, in the solitude of her new home, she wrote in a diary everything she could not tell anyone.

Said Merek before disappearing. About the Author Stefan Simmons is a man of with an imagination an a lot of creative Ideas. He likes to share his ideas through his books and wants to share them with everyone. When he’s not writing he’s either playing video games, hanging with friends or reading. Reading helps him learn new words that he can use in his own story or inspires him with new ideas.

"Good manners do more for a man than good looks." -E.W. Howe- *** Damian was seated in a study chair in the living room writing down some notes of his activities for the next day. Everything was planned. We would spend his entire day exploring the Red Square, just to see if it was really as fascinating as people claimed it to be, everything was listed in a rough outline but he had a pretty good picture of what his day would be.

Who is this little bloke? And for the second time that fateful morning, the scrupulous and meticulous business tycoon once again found himself acting impulsively as he uttered, "You'll not last even a day in this office, little man." A very bright, radiant and exultant smile broke on 'the little man's' face, revealing a dimple at the right side of 'his' face and a set of white, sparkling gapped teeth. Maxwell frowned as he saw that, trailing his eyes all over the little guy's face once again. How can a man be so cute?!

My friend suggested I try online dating, I told him I don’t need a fake little or a gold digger but he assured me that this website is legit. After making an account and logging in I found out that he is right, this website filled with doms and littles from all ages and all over the world. I did make few friends along with my dominants friends, the littles were either very shy or very forward coming, but most importantly most of them were taken. Scrolling through the news feed I saw a little had a post about her birthday, I clicked into her profile and saw a sloth for a profile picture which is adorable. Her info said that she’s shy, loves to sing, and new to the whole dom/little dynamics.

He opened his eyes again, he could vaguely see a little girl standing next to him, about seven years old. It turned out that the girl was protecting her body from the heavy rain with the red umbrella she carried. The man mightily gathered his consciousness to see the figure of this savior girl. "Are you okay?" The girl's voice greeted her sense of hearing, inexplicably she seemed to get energy from the sweet voice. "Help me, hhhh..." The man began to make a sound. He didn't know who she was, but he was sure that this little girl was the helping angel God sent her.

Ava, this is a freaking w*****n, somethings aren’t going to make sense, you should know right? I turned around and smiled warmly. I hope I make a little more money, I have to eat afterall. I perched on a small stool beside the man while he explained how the raffle draw works, I just looked at him, this author has got to be kidding me, this was familiar, In fact it was one of my favorite games when I was ten and the reward was always chocolate, chips or candy. That author must definitely be a teen! But what am I doing in a teenager’s storybook?