Little Test Novels & Stories

Jeremiah told his little brother. "Come on boys. It's time to eat." I said from behind them. I could tell I had caught them off guard because they jumped a little. "Mom, I'm not ready to eat." Said Junior. "We should've went somewhere else. This place for babies." Then he looked at Jeremiah. "You just mad that i keep beating you." Jeremiah bragged. "Let's eat. So we can go." As we waiting on the waitress to bring our pizza and wings, I watch my boys talk about the latest basketball game with Micheal. It turns out that they all was Lebron James fan. I kept smiling throughout the meal. Looks like he had won the kids over all in one day.

"Timothy, I heard that you're an orphan. After your parents died in a construction accident, you've been living with your grandmother ever since, right?" Timothy's gaze darkened even more. After all, he had never mentioned his family previously. What confused him even more was my pitiful gaze at him. "Timothy, don't you want to know how your parents passed away?" At my words, Rachel changed completely. The once bright and bubbly voice turned shrill and harsh. "Jessie, the listening test is about to begin. Are you just deliberately trying to ruin Timothy's mood so he fails? How do you have so little confidence in yourself?"

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A timeline. I could work with timelines.

The test has only begun. To be continued…

The next day, Gabe updated his Instagram with a new photo. A blanket covered his lower abdomen. One hand held up the camera, deliberately revealing his chest and the ambiguous marks along his neck. On the other pillow, a woman's profile could be seen—eyes still closed. Caption: [So what? She's still mine.] The post was made visible only to me. No—also to Carrie. Because she had liked it. I glanced at it casually, then tapped "like" myself before going to sleep.

Or that was my own heart speaking. I wanted him to look at me the same way Patrick had looked at Lin when he saw her but all in Liam's eyes were amusement and nothing else. I amused him and other times disappointed him; like when this woman, with the last name Miller, had visited, I had barged in wearing yellow shorts and a blank tank top screaming at the top of my lungs that I was Mr.one. All he had done was stare at me, and I quickly understood my mistake.

he says in a sad voice, I get what he means if this place wasn't kink-friendly we'll all have to hide a big part of ourselves behind closed doors. I once read a story, it's called littles academy, a world where everyone is either sub or dom, and littles are regular and real things, I loved that book and the author is awesome. But sadly outside of this company walls showing my little self would be a big mistake people would judge and talk badly about you.

I’m kicked out of my home and now live out of my car that hasn’t moved for a while now. Next it was time to order food they all chosen some expensive food that I can’t even pronounce, while I ordered the cheapest thing on the menu which happened to be a simple hamburger, I could hardly afford, I didn’t want a lot or to be a bother to anyone with paying for my food. I could feel the eyes of both Kennedy and Robert on me. I know I’m skinny but I’m not that hungry for a big meal anyway, eating small meals makes you get used to just a little bit of food at the time.