Little Miss Tiny Novels & Stories

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.”

Her eyes landed on Missy, who was a few models ahead from her. Missy’s smile reached ear to ear and she was giggling. She patted her lingerie properly, then checked herself out. She was wearing an all-red type of lingerie. It was an off-the-shoulder with lace turned into ruffles. Her outfit was made entirely with stretchable lace, as it hugged her, showing off her curves and her small cleavage. Her underwear was not made out of chiffon fabric. Her red stilettos glittered every time the light caught a glimpse of it. She was mesmerizing.

Dillon explained. On the other hand, Mini is wearing a black sleeveless gown which is showing too much cleavage than appropriate. The gown is hugging her frame till her waist before flaring down her hips and reaching down to her feet. Her friends are dressed up in modest gowns in pastel colours. Mini is eying Lucas with her eyes which she gave a smoky effect with makeup. Her lips are tinted deep red.

Reese is up at 630 a.m. She wants to have plenty of time to eat and dress before Ali arrives to pick her up. She can’t believe how lucky she is to have landed a job at the Butterfly building working for Luca Myles. Luca Myles is not only good looking, but he is smart and well mannered, she thought. “And Hot!” she said out loud.

Haha! ~Miss Pretty

There are also beautiful vases and tulips, tied in purple laces. Marisa smiled at me from distance. She went to me, so I subconsciously waved my hands to her and smiled widely. I looked at her, head to toe and I wonder if I can do the same as her if I become a model? I can’t imagine myself doing the things I didn’t wished. Maybe it will be a challenge for my personality since I really have the opposite taste in fashion. I offered her a hand which she gladly shook it with me. “Are you Annette?” she asked while her eyes roaming the surroundings, which busy people are starting to decorate the mini stage. I nod gently that made her gasp in disbelief. “So, how’s Kendrick?”

She was on her path outside, lamenting about the choice she made, when suddenly a lady came to her with a toddler holding her hand. "Hello, Miss Oriel!" she greeted. Oriel had to collect her wandering thoughts and look at the lady for a few seconds to recall who she was. "How are doing, Mrs Anita?" She looked at the little girl two feet below her normal view. "How is my little Bonnie?" "I'm fine, Miss," said Bonnie. "I heard about what happened yesterday and I want to tell you that I believe in you no matter what," Mrs. Anita told her. "I want you to hold your spirits, everything will be fine."

“No one came for her.” “She was invisible,” Ophelia said softly. “No,” a voice echoed, “I was erased.” Mira stepped forward, not as a towering data queen now—but as herself. Simple. Human. Seventeen. Sad eyes, wet hair, arms crossed like a shield. “I kept trying to be someone worth noticing,” she said. “But the school rewards loudness, not brilliance. Power, not precision. I built simulations. I designed counter-algorithms. I helped them. But they only ever saw the ones who sparkled in front of a crowd.”

"Sir, you have the wrong person." But Dante didn't care. He strode up to me, his eyes full of excitement and joy. "Emby, I couldn't be wrong. You must be Emby!" I frowned, trying to avoid his touch, but it was too late. Dante grabbed my hand, his voice trembling. "Emby, I've missed you so much. I've thought about you every single day for these three years!" I sighed and forcefully pulled my hand away. "Sir, you really have the wrong person. I don't know you."

A few seconds later, the girl from Unit 602, Demi, replied in the group chat: [It's mine!! My limited-edition Dior makeup set! It cost $200! I was literally about to go downstairs and grab it! How is it gone already?!] The chat instantly blew up again. [Another package missing??] [@management are you guys seriously not doing anything about this?] [Who keeps stealing people's stuff?] I messaged Demi privately and got straight to it.