Little Miss Tiny Novels & Stories

He said, lifting up his right hand in surrender while the other regulate the car’s motion. Missy rolled her eyes, adjusting her sitting posture as she brought out her phone, tapping on the screen as she wind her attention off to operating the mobile. It’s been awhile since she checked on her school’s group chat, and know what’s up with them all. She logged online to their school app; Ping, opening the group chat created for her mates. It seems most of them all are active and were discussing random teenager related stuffs as her phone kept vibrating with messages. EllenJos: Missy is that you? When did you become such a ghost? And did you know there’s a girl right now trending on the internet

"I don't have time to play hide-and-seek with you. The day after tomorrow is Nancy's birthday. Come apologize and we'll put everything that happened before behind us." I didn't reply. Instead, I boarded a plane with Clementine in my arms. Two days later, Shawn booked out an entire restaurant to throw Nancy an extravagantly grand birthday party. "Shawn, is Karina still mad at me? Is that why she won't even come to my birthday party?" Nancy, perched on her stiletto heels, lazily brushed her long legs against Shawn. "As if she would ever dare to do that. She's nothing but a lowly flower vendor. Does she really think she's climbed her way up into high society?"

“She attends university four days a week. Most classes are in the media building. She usually studies in the central library on Tuesdays and Thursdays.” “What about friends?” “Her closest friend appears to be Tara Mills. Same course. They spend most afternoons together.” “Boyfriend?” “None that we could identify.” “Former boyfriend?” “One university relationship that ended last year. Nothing dramatic. No public arguments or complaints.” I picked up Missy’s photograph from the folder. Her bright hair framed her face as she smiled at the camera. “What else?” “She runs the baking account herself. No management team. No paid promotions beyond small local products. She films mostly in her apartme

Maybe one day Little Miss will have already sold you, and you'll still happily help her count the money. “ Come here, let me give you two kisses to give you energy. And don't let even a single drop spill, okay?” Little Miss offered, reaching out to him affectionately. Little Miss took a couple of steps, then turned around. “ Hey, finish it quickly, okay? How can we eat lunch without it? Work hard, brothers. I love you,” she giggled before resuming her walk. CHAPTER 9

After their conversation a while ago, she changed her clothes into her pink little gown. “And now, let's welcome our little angel. The princess of this mansion, our Miracle Collin. Together with her grandfather, Dr. Leon.” The people started clapping and looked around like her to find Miracle. Their eyes settled on the stairs connected to the terrace upstairs to the patio. Her little angel was revealed. Dad was holding her hands as they walked downstairs. Miracle flashed her smile and waved like she had won in the Miss Universe. She was dressed in her pink gown, had two big feathery white wings on her back, while her hair was tied like a princess with her silver crown.

The customers will come later. We immediately obeyed her order. In an instant, there were no more employees around and they were at their own stations. I cleaned the counter while Minnie, who was with me, was quiet but also doing her job. Of all of us, Minnie was the quietest. She is an introvert. She comes from a rich family but she left their house for reasons unknown to me. Apart from Ma'am Eliza, I am the only one she often talks to. Minnie is beautiful. She is whiter than me, has a pointed nose, almond-shaped eyes, shoulder length blonde hair with some few strands of hair lingering on her forehead. Apparently she has curtain bangs.

We are just actively, trying to completely reclaim our own independence. Exactly one entire hour later, a completely loud, and entirely obnoxious knock echoed through my apartment. I opened the door to find Missy standing there. She was, already dressed in a completely tight, glittering silver mini-dress that caught the hall light every single time she breathed. She held a completely massive, and entirely half-empty margarita glass in her hand. She had fully, delivered on her promise to arrive with the necessary alcohol. We actively spent the next chaotic forty-five minutes doing our makeup.

She doesn't appear to be a bodyguard but more closely resembles a model or celebrity. My eyes widened, and my mouth was left wide open while I watched her walk down the stairs. Tiny teased me by wiping the drool off my mouth while plastering a grin on his face. She honestly looks amazing, and I can't wait to introduce her as my girlfriend for tonight's event. I'm sure everybody will turn their heads on us, not because I'm the most wanted man on the island, but because I'm with the most gorgeous woman on the island. Tiny waved his hand over my face. "Junior, you're drifting off," he murmured.

I thought you already used them all. - I know. Missy knelt on the bed, letting him have a view of the semi-transparent blue lace bra and the set of thin elastic straps that led down to the satin white fabric of the thong panties, which she knew perfectly well didn't cover anything else. it was made to cover up – But Cinderella has always been one of my favorite princesses. So I decided to save her lingerie for a special occasion. Missy smiled coquettishly and, seeing that he was still petrified, in front of her, a gigantic bulge rising from her suit pants, she moved seductively towards her husband, rubbing her half-naked body against his as an offer – Did my prince charming like the surprise

Sana Tee, a beautiful pole dancer with a high ponytail of jet-black hair shouts from the back. “I don’t care!” Missy replies. “He can look like a troll and I'd still do him, even if he wants to tie me up and dip me in tapioca pudding! If he’s paying this much he can do whatever!” I start to thumb through the envelope. “This can’t be right,” I turn to Alice, our stage assistant who is still busy handing envelopes to other performers. Looking around at the other girls and their envelopes, I notice that mine is far thicker. “There is way too much here.”