Little Wife Novels & Stories

No matter how hard I tried to explain, she wouldn't spare me a listening ear. Such a hard woman. Well, she knew nothing about life and how people like us struggled to eat once a day. She probably grew up with a silver spoon, lots of castles, and dramatic ball gowns. Speaking of being dramatic, a lady in a mini skirt scurried toward me and everyone in the shop could tell she was furious. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Or she woke up on the right side but decided to put up the attitude. She strode to the counter and slammed her hand on it. Good thing her perfectly fixed nails were still intact. She eyed me more times than necessary and I felt uncomfortable.

“Get to the point Jen, please.” “Sav what is the one thing you wished for when you were standing in front of the mirror when we went dress shopping? What is the one thing every girl does when they fight with their dads? Who girls call their first best friends?” Chase looks at his sister like she has two heads. “You’re so stupid Chase, I don’t know how you don’t know what I’m talking about.”

And once again the reason I do not fathom the reason why men shoulf do the hunting these days. "He still can't take his eyes off of you." Alexa smirks, hell she looks smoking hot as always. All eight my girls are here tonight the one looking hotter than the other. Our group started when I was only 5years old. It consisted of me and Mikayla, my twin sister. We couldn't be more different though, she had a severe speaking disorder named selective mutism. Which basically means she only spoke to me and through me. Which gave me no choice but to adapt, me myself have an extremely huge IQ which makes communication difficult for me. But since we had no other choice I had to adjust.

" By the end Jude was once again on the verge of tears. She remembered being a normal child who loved doing childish stuff. playing with Barbie's, tea partying, trying to dance. play dress up. but she would get punished if someone found out because apparently she should not be doing any of this and focusing on being perfect. there was this one time she was caught talking to a stuff animal how her feelings by her grandfather. oh boy! A 12 year old was denied food for 2 days as punishment where she wasn't allowed to skip her classes or hard core training.

"Are you feeling pain? She's in pain. Where's the doctor—" "I am in the proper amount of pain for birthing a nine pound baby." • • • Adrian looked down at his new child. They decided to let it be a surprise. Adrian insisted. He swallowed deeply. "A girl," he whispered. "She's a girl," Ophelia tried to lift her head up. "Let me see her." Adrian tipped his eyes from the baby, holding her so her mother could see her. "You look like you saw a ghost?" Ophelia huffed. "Is something wrong? Is my baby alright?"

he threatens her, looking around unimpressed as he studies the crowding wolves, slowly beginning to surround us. She looks defeated as her forehead scrunches appearing concerned at the growing audience, “Fine! Who are you looking for exactly?” “A young lady called Lillie and her little sister Fara,” he advises. “Oh honey, you’ll need to be more specific than that. What do they look like?” Sabine laughs menacingly as she poises a hand on her hip. “Uh,” he turns around looking at me, “Willow?” “Well, Lillie is twenty-four and Fara is ten. Fiery red hair-“ I list.

She uttered the phrase as if she were referring to a cute female name. More giggles followed. “I can make anything the little lady wants,” you say. Little. She was well described by that. The size of a red lupus garou female at five four. Her seat was higher. Is that what you want, Miss…? Silva drew it out and questioned, looking for a name. Thank you. “Yeah.”

This must be the Zea family’s nanny. Following behind her was a young girl of about six years old. The little girl looked pale and skinny, clearly malnourished. However, her features were very well defined, especially for her big watery eyes that shone like stars. Although she was only a child, she had the makings of a beautiful woman. “Grand… grandma Collins, can you give Blair one bread? Blair… is hungry.” The little girl was staring at the bread in the fat lady’s hand. Perhaps due to extreme hunger, the little girl kept swallowing her saliva. She looked very pitiful.

Rumor held that the late Princess Lillet had fashioned Little Sister with her own hands centuries ago. “So, late today, huh?” Gilly broke the silence as the hallways began to refashion themselves into cave passageways. Little Sister sighed and shot her a ‘don’t ask’ look. “I know everything, I see everything,” she said finally, mimicking Mother’s tone. “She will never change; she’s always been like this. She’s like the kid sister who was spoiled and is now the most annoying.” Gilly smiled back, imagining what life would have been like with Mother as a sibling. The thought made her shudder.

Sly’s eyes follow my gaze and he smiles, waving at the little one. She waves back, and I notice she’s holding her mother’s hand. Blinking, I see that her hair isn't black but brown and her eyes hazel, not Sly’s bright blue. “Mama,” the little one tugs on her mother’s sleeve. “Who’s the pretty lady?” “Shh,” the she-wolf pulls her pup up onto her waist. “It isn’t polite to stare. See her ring and her mark? She’s a Luna.” The little girl’s eyes widen, “Wow! She’s a princess! Is that man her prince?”