Little Miss Tiny Novels & Stories

young miss your dress is ready "! she spoke a little loudly hoping Angel could hear her. " Alright Elaine that would be all " , She said for Elaine to exit her room with heavy steps . Angel can't help but count how many times she had told Elaine to stop picking clothes for her : Fifteen minutes later she stepped out from the bath with her pink bathrobe on, she walked to the dresser to comb her long shiny dark hair. She accessed herself in the mirror. She's indeed a beauty to behold , with beautiful brown eyes and skin that glitters almost every time she looks at the mirror. She's 5.8 inches tall, with lips as red as Cherie.

She was short for an eleven-year-old. Jesse groaned into the air, already exhausted before they could even start. “Missy, you can’t come. We’re going to be riding fast.” “I can ride fast!” she insisted, stomping one foot against the pavement. Jesse glanced at her tiny pink bike, the training wheels rattling against the ground, and deadpanned, “No, you can’t.” Missy scowled, crossing her arms over her chest. “So?” Annabelle sighed, gripping her handlebars. “Jesse, let’s just go. She’ll get bored and go inside.”

I’ll start reading it, or maybe I can search for terms within it and find out more. A text from Adonis telling me to meet him in the hallway in ten minutes pulls me out of my thoughts and I pull my denim mini skirt up then check my reflection. Do my little buds look more like tiny breasts today? I know my nipples are both erect and puffy, but they are tingling and I can’t be certain. I slide into platform wedges. One of the benefits of being only five foot eight and having a boyfriend over six foot five is I can wear even the highest heels or platforms and still be tiny comparatively. No one expects the tiny ones to kick their ass even if I can.

Well, it was an honor for me to do so. Yeah right, I may be too young and I can't even call myself as a teenager. Maybe I can't be considered as a big girl yet for now but I knew my feelings well. This is real and this was something more deeper than their so-called crush. Whatever it is, I'm more than willing to search for an answer. ~Miss Pretty She decided to make a code name for herself as a Miss Pretty. Why Miss Pretty? It's the first thing that comes up in her mind because she remembered Thyago called her pretty the first time he met and acknowledge her existence. Miss Pretty, it is, the name fits her very well.

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.

Everyone started mumbling and rustling about how much they want to get picked. “The first one will be…….Miss Vergara!!” We all clapped our hands when Miss Kelly announced the third winner or should I say, wisher. Stacey stood up in front and bowed to all of us. I even saw her looking at me with a grin on her face. “The second runner up is Miss Chasung and lastly, our luckiest girl is Miss Melissa Portland!!” Everyone shifted their gaze to Melissa. She’s the shyest girl in our class. She used to sit alone in a corner and just write or draw something. Actually I remember Cloud with her. I was actually amazed about how good she is in mermaid swim. I think she’s a professional.

Gavin suddenly said that took me off guard and the two of them just laughed at my reaction. "Stop calling me that. I'm getting goosebumps all over." I said to him as I hit his arm in annoyance. Janice's little prank from earlier got everybody's attention and since this morning, everybody has been calling me Miss Aragon and hearing them call me that makes my skin crawl. Janice, Charles, Axel, Andrea, and Gavin are calling me that just to tease me but our other co-workers are not. They have been calling that for the whole morning really seriously.

Hi, my name is Macey. I'm seventeen although I am a short stack of pancakes four eleven to be specific. Today is the last day of highschool. You don't know how happy I am to be getting out of this shit hole of a school, but first I have to make it threw this day if I can of course. I twist and turn in my bed ignoring the alarm that's going off. '' Macey get up, you have school and if you miss that bus I promise you you'll be missing too!''

Zoey observed, and I smirked at her. "I like it. Buy it for me; I'll wear it when me and Ace date," I said, and she teased me by pinching my cheeks. "Okay, is there anything else you want to buy?" Zoey inquired, and I examined the short-fitting jeans. "Perhaps if you wear a jean short with a crop top, it's okay to wear," I suggested, and Zoey chose a short before a sales lady approached us. "Could you please tell me your size, ma'am?" The saleswoman inquires about my size, which is small.

“That man gets under my skin.” “I can see why. His charming, bossy and hot.” Shane giggle gazing over his shoulder back to where we left them. “Agree to disagree, I find him annoying and childish.” I say grabbing a glass of champagne. Shane lets out a hard laugh that makes me smile behind my glass as I take a huge gulp. “Well, I’m going to work the room, meet back here in twenty.” I turn and spot my first victim, the one and only Miss Lenkov. She’s gazing at a beautiful landscape painting, baffled by its beauty, as a sly smile curves on her mouth.