Little Sparrow Book Novels & Stories

She reached for a cart that had a note with her name on it, at the end of the book shelf and started putting on some comics inside. “Which do you think suits best for a five-year-old?” Sam looked up and saw the woman holding up two children’s book in front of her. The Mice of Greatness and Parrot Without a Home. She pondered for a while, knowing that she purchased both books and donated to a charity. “Parrots more suitable for a five-year-old,” Sam finally answered politely. “It has more pictures and the story is easy to understand. The other one is a great book as well but it’s better for ten years and up. Some words are too advance for young kids.”

“You are both more priceless than diamonds.” Grace smiled, then looked to see if there were anything more in the basket. After clapping her hands, she reached in and pulled out her book. In short order, both girls were basking in the dappled shade with their eyes closed, and I read to them in a soft tone. “And then the Nightingale began to sing. “‘That is it!’ exclaimed the little girl. ‘Listen, listen! And yonder it sits.’ “And she pointed to a little gray bird up in the boughs.

He was organized, efficient, a perfectionist in everything he did. Or so I had thought. I ran my finger along the spines, counting back the years. Ten years ago. Eleven. Twelve. My finger stopped on the year the hunter would have been twelve years old. I pulled the heavy book from the shelf and carried it to the reading table in the center of the room. Dust motes danced in the lamplight as I opened the cover, swirling like ghosts. The first few pages were standard. Financial records, mission reports, contracts for security details. Everything was in Michail's neat, cursive handwriting.

I moan and pull my cock from her mouth then pump it as I spray all over her cute little breasts and smile at the spay from her cock. “You like that don’t you, Little Kitten?” I ask. “Yes!” She breathes. I lick my cum off her sensitive buds and suck her puffy nipples until she moans again. Her entire body is responding to everything I do as if it is hypersensitive. She grabs her breasts and I notice they are even bigger than I thought. In just twenty four hours they went from flat to around a large A cup to small-ish B cup. I’m so fucking lucky that someone like her wants me! She has perfect, perky little tits, an even more perfect, round ass and a pretty thirteen inch cock!

Natasha's POV "Which should we read next?" I asked, tucking the blanket around Rose. "Three Little Pigs, Ugly Duckling and Charlotte's Web." "Charlotte's Web!" She said, grinning. "Good choice," I flipped the book open, cleared my throat and dropped my voice low and dramatic. "Once upon a time, on a small farm, there lived a friendly and wise spider-" Rose burst into giggles before I could finish that line. I tried to pull a straight face but the sound drew a laugh from me. "Alright, alright."

Suddenly my vision goes hazy and the room starts to spin, I lose control of everything but manage to let three words pass my lips before I blackout, three words that I don't understand but speak anyway, as my world turns dark, they slip from my mouth before the blackness takes over. "My little wolf!"

She wanted to say sorry to Sunny, but a faint voice inside her still tried to defend her: Admitting she was wrong meant admitting she was awful. While Dolly was tangled in hesitation, Sunny spoke first: “I just took a photo of a little sparrow. Do you want to see it?” Two seconds passed before Dolly looked at Sunny and asked, “A sparrow?” “No, it’s brownish, with black spots on the feathers on its back.” Sunny opened her camera and pulled up the photo for Dolly to see. A faint smile appeared on Dolly’s thin little face.

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

He flipped open the book she had just read, which was no longer a boring and tasteless medical book, but a comic book written by Jimmy. Blake was naturally not interested in these childish things, but he continued to flip through them one by one, rubbing his fingers on the pages as if Avery's body temperature and smell were still there. When the book reached the last page, the title page was filled with a short poem: "We watch fish love birds, cats love mice, dinosaurs and frogs, princesses, and princesses, we see meteors fly past, we watch trees bloom, and I cannot wait for you to fall in love with my miracle!"