Little Wife Novels & Stories

(LITTLE GIRL) “LITTLE GIRL.” The name that the Mistress of time calls to Emie. The day and the moment that the Supreme One gifted her to the time witch to be the witch’s little doll, her puppet, and that one soul that she can freely use to do everything that she pleases. “Such a beautiful little girl.” The witch compliments her, yet rather disses her in a way that is flattering from the outside, but taunting her from the inside.

Brookes laying on the couch feeling sick again love her while I'm sitting on the floor on a blanket watching Bella crawl around at a fast pace giggling to herself, her nappy-clad bum bopping up and down. The girl hates clothes any opportunity she has she pulls at them until someone finally gives in and strips her down to her vest and nappy. I sing out her name to her and she heads my way so fast I swear she's going to topple forward. She soon reaches me and I lift her up so she's standing, I hold her hands and she bounces up and down so happy, so innocent! Noises from the corridor distracts her and as the door to the lounge opens, Liam and Calvin quickly appear, and Bella bolts across the fl

"Ooh, interesting playmates have appeared." In one of the mansions belonging to the Ye Clan, a little girl in clean white robes sat on the ledge of a window while casually swinging her pudgy legs. A naughty glint could be seen on her young eyes as she had a faraway look towards the southern direction. Of course, the little girl was no other than Yin, who had actually accepted being called Little Yin for no other reason than that the old fogey Ye Mo would not let her have extra midnight pudding if she did not agree.

Her big eyes were innocent, and her mouth was forming small bubbles. Sigrid resisted the urge to squeeze the baby's cheeks. Then she began to wish that her baby would be chubby and cute when she gave birth. "Wow, look at that little girl!" Rachel excitedly pointed at the little girl who was not far away and added, "She's so adorable!" Sigrid looked in the direction she was pointing and her eyes suddenly lit up. This little girl was about one or two years old. She was not tall, and she was walking slowly with her small thick legs.

"Bwothew whats a fweast wolk wike." Innocence shone on the girls doll like eyes as it shone towards her elder brothers direction making them all have bleeding nose, literally all of them and that includes both Her servants, welll exaggeratingit may seem, she just look too adorable, coupled by her gorgeous get up despite being a small baby. And specially her long eyelashes that fluttered every time she blinks her eyes, it simply looked like a butterfly landed on her eyes which made it enchanting despite the youf age. ' This lady will pierce the heart of many.'

the little girl whispered as she got up and walked towards the woman in front o her, "Come on little one, let's get you some food," the mother responded as if nothing had happened hours ago, "Okay, mommy," the little girl responded with a big smile on her face as she followed her mother downstairs to the dinner table. As the little girl and her mother at the table everyone began to eat, her father and brothers grabbed their food first, and then the little girl and her mother grabbed their food; "Boys, how are you doing at school?" the father asked as he bit into his food,

Her little legs kick back and forth as she waits for me to say something. "Hi," I say, not knowing how to fill the silence between myself and this small child. "I am Willow." The little girl refuses to meet my gaze. She fiddles with the skirt of her light blue dress. "Hi," she mumbles. "I am Elizabeth, but everyone calls me Liz." "That's a pretty name," I say cheerfully. "Are you enjoying the party?" Liz wrinkles her nose in disgust. "I would be if my mother didn't make me wear a stupid dress."

Chapter 8: Little Lord Amaris groaned, dragging a fallen tree stick through the dirt to absentmindedly write her name on the ground. "My gosh... it's so boring. I can't believe I actually miss my work. Ugh." Just then, a soft giggle echoed nearby, catching her attention. "You talk funny, lady," a young voice said, filled with amusement. Amaris looked up, her grumbling quickly fading into a smile as her eyes landed on a small, well-dressed boy, no older than six or seven. His attire was far too fine for a common child—he was clearly of noble birth.

“Just this once, I suppose.” The tale she wove was captivating—a story of a brave little girl named Lila who lived in the heart of the woods. As Aunt Gertrude read, her voice transformed, bringing to life every character, from the cunning fox to the wise old owl. “‘But Lila wasn’t afraid,’” she read, putting on a brave voice for the young protagonist. “‘She knew that the woods held secrets, but she also knew she belonged there.’”

she said with a serious look and I melted. “We can still hire a maid if you want tho” “No. There’s no need for that anymore. Nana taught me a lesson already. I will try my best to be the best wife” “Oh Brittany” “Now eat...” She said and even though the food isn’t well cooked, I still finished everything. *********** LATER THAT SAME DAY... We both laid on the bed cuddling. “Layla came over” I started and her expression changed. “I would Have broken her legs if I was here” she gritted her teeth.