Little Miss Tiny Novels & Stories

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.

“Thanks, Mrs. S! We’ll be down in ten.” Mom beamed, shut the door, and left us alone again. I stared at the ceiling. “I’m never moving again. My legs are broken. You broke them with your tongue.” Riley snorted. “You’re welcome.” We dragged ourselves downstairs twenty minutes later, me in leggings and the world’s biggest lie (a smile), Riley still wearing my clothes like a trophy. The second we hit the kitchen I froze. There was a girl sitting at the island. Not just any girl. A legit ten-out-of-ten girl. Long black hair, perfect skin, tiny waist, legs for days, wearing one of Jax’s hoodies like it was made for her. She was laughing at something Richard said, hand on his arm, all cozy.

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.

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.”

I turned and left, my eyes showing no signs of attachment. Dante should have known that a broken ring, no matter how well repaired, would never be without cracks. It was just like my relationship with him. No matter how much we tried to fix it, we could never go back to how things were. … The next day, one day before the bonding ceremony, I went alone to City Hall to file an application to leave the Lightning pack. The clerk told me the application would take effect in 24 hours. At that time, all my personal information would be deleted from the pack records.

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.

# 2) Little Angelic OBSESSION ❤️ Hello Everyone! My name is AMRUTA Chase Miller. You can call me Amee. I'm a super talented and unparalleled cutielicious five-year-old girl who is loved by everyone. Their eyes widened and their faces bloomed like a flower whenever anyone saw me and expressed my sincerity towards their love. I will send kisses to them. I know I'm cute and beautiful. So no need to fight. I don't like partiality that's why I love and care for everyone.