Little Test Novels & Stories

I was still staring at the screen, trying to catch the words my brain was throwing at me, but I couldn’t keep up. I could think of a thousand things I wanted to say. I just couldn’t figure out the one way to say them. “What’s wrong with her?” Mum asked, lifting herself onto the counter as her eyes followed me. Mum was still in her nightdress—a teal silk gown—and her feet dangled over the edge. “I may have gotten her a spot in an exposition,” Jo said to mum. I closed the laptop, sighing as I did. “If I keep looking at the text and seeing her profile picture smile at me from the top right corner, I won’t be able to write anything, and I need to seal this deal,” I rushed out, caught in a burst

I was being petty because he knew that I was mad. I decided to just go to the movies to calm my nerves. They was playing all the old goodies. I watched This Christmas with Chris Brown starring in it. I love that movie It always make me laugh. When the movie ended, i started to go back home but decided to ride around instead.

"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?"

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 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. This plane burger alone cost the same as my weekly food budget but I ordered something because I knew they wouldn’t let me out of the restaurant without eating something. I didn’t want to be rude since Kennedy offered me to join the party, her husband birthday party, not the kind of party you get invited to every day. Henry suggest we play the twenty one question games, well mostly to find out things about me since they are all friends, but still it was fun especially with all the comments from the others, they made me laugh so bad over this one que

She nodded her head and followed his instructions. She opens the door and a room with a single bed, a small fridge, T. V, a play box, and sleeves filled with books, movies, and fast and heat-up food, she walks inside the room and sees a small washroom with a shower, cupboard, sink, and a small closet inside it.

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“A program that watches, learns, and copies until it becomes indistinguishable from the original. Then it deletes the source and takes its place.” Ophelia’s lips tightened. “You’re saying she’s trying to become someone?” Tobias added grimly, “Or all of us.” In the training arena, students were being cycled through what looked like normal skill drills. But Mira knew better. They were behavioral tests—disguised as training. Leyland moved between groups with a watchful eye, every microsecond of reaction time being logged, every anomaly flagged. Carl leaned over during his trial and whispered to Mira, “Feels like we’re rats in a lab again.”