Little Tale Novels & Stories

A while passed before he spoke up again. “Do you have a favorite toy, doll?” I blushed when I realized that he wasn’t asking me for just any type of toy, but for one from my hidden storage.“I-” I opened my mouth to try to say something, but something clogged my throat, and no words left me.“I think you are a wand girl, aren’t you?”A familiar material touched my belly and continued going downwards.“I bet you like to feel the magic.” He clicked some buttons and the device started buzzing, coming to life.I gasped at the sensation. He was holding it just above my clit, enough to feel the vibrations, but not enough for me to actually enjoy them. I tried to wiggle my way, but the more I wiggled, t

This can't be happening. "What a peculiar taste," Trench Coat murmured, pulling away to meet my gaze. Surprise swirled in his dark eyes, a predator confused by its prey. "It would seem the little Hunter has some secrets untold. But fear not, that doesn't avert me from your charms. Quite the contrary. You fascinate me even more now."

I, am currently hiding out in the bathroom if my own home after something that I will reveal later after I give you guys a quick run down. It’s all worth it. I’m on a throw away (not really just a secret) account because on my main, my friend and I, we’ll call him Ray, like reading AITA stories because they are funny but that is besides the point. My friend Ray and his ex, let’s call her Jessica have been on and off since the final year of middle school but finally took each other seriously in the summer going into second year of high school. (We're in our last year of grade school or going into it now).

Fann took off for the tunnel, he heard Callum and Uilleam cursing, but he did not look back. Eleanor blinked up at the roof of her new tent and listened to the stories of the young girl lying beside her. The child’s voice was soothing and sweet, her stories fanciful things of fairies and talking animals. They were a good diversion. Much as her own stories had been for many the upset child in the abbey she supposed.

At this moment, his eyebrows were soft, which was really damnable. Perhaps confusing the beauty, she nodded slightly and when she recovered, she found herself sitting on the edge of the bed in Mr. King's room with a storybook in her hand. Mr. King was lying on the large bed, staring at her with deep, dark eyes, signalling to her that she could speak. An Taotao opened the storybook and casually selected a story. "Once upon a time, there was a Snow White. Her stepmother thought she was too beautiful so she wanted to kill her. She met seven dwarves. After she was poisoned, she was saved by the prince and made love to the prince." She did not seem to be telling a story, but rather playing with w

she blinked. Liam leaned down, kissing her tenderly on the forehead. "I'll tell you a story, and you'll fall asleep soon." Liam swiped the screen while his beautiful eyebrows knitted. "What kind of story would you like?" Gemma slowly closed her eyes. "I'll listen to whatever story you tell." "How about 'The Tortoise and the Hare' or 'Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs'?" "These are too childish," Gemma said with dissatisfaction, quietly opening her eyes.

"There's this story I heard when I was young. I don't remember much but I think that you'll like it." "Let's hear it," I said. "It's a story that's been past down since ancient times. Are you really ready to bear it's weight?" "We are more than ready," Lora said and Ana shrugged, as if washing her hands off whatever consequences that would come afterwards. "Once upon a time, there was a girl named Little Red Riding Hood. One day, she stumbled into the forest and got lost. She began to look for shelter and soon found a house and got in. She then found three bowls of porridge on the table. The first bowl of porridge was too hot-"

We never got to see how they lived happily though, but the smile in the last scene after which the The End, flew or swivelled or zoomed in, made it obvious. Nisim did tell me later that The Thief was a short story and short stories ended that way! It was five pages long, much longer than the stories in the book Deuta had gifted me on my eleventh Birthday – Aesop’s Fables – the stories in this book were never more than two pages. And always with a moral at the end. The Thief didn’t have a moral – that was the best part though – I never liked memorizing morals. But the thing was, my brother was calling the longest story I had read till then, a short story! By then, though, I had some idea of a

'I can't let my guard down against that man just because of the chicken leg! Tail looked away decisively, swallowed saliva, and looked at Joanne. "Mama, I would like to listen to a story!" Joanne also would like to distract Tail's attention, so Joanne told the story of The Little Prince. "Long ago, a pilot made a forced landing in the uninhabited Sahara after his plane developed a fault. At that time, a charming and mysterious little boy showed up..."

Once upon a time, a long time ago on the island of Kreg, a boy suddenly appeared inside an earl's castle without any guards noticing.The boy did not speak any known language and dressed in an extremely old-fashioned way, even for the time. With the thought that he was an envoy of the gods or a wizard, Count Walford of Kreg raised him as his own son and named him Nabee de Kreg.After a while Nabee was no different than any other boy, if not for the countless stories he had to tell, and that they became true! The most famous of them is also the only one that was not a prophecy, but only a tale about a distant past. It took place in fields of unimaginable beauty and mountains larger than any on