Little Women Graphic Novels & Stories

As I turned to respond, the lady returned with a large album in her hands. She smiled at me, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively at both of us. I glared at Michael, who looked completely relaxed and unbothered. I took the album. The first picture was of a very pretty baby in a pink dress, a crown, and a little wand. “Oh my gosh, this is so cute,” I gushed. “That’s Mikey.” My smile froze for a second before I burst into laughter. The next picture was of him in a torn yellow dress.

He had a way of helping people that didn't leave them feeling small. I had done him a favour, according to him. On my way back from an interview, years back, I had stumbled upon an old woman struggling with bad eyesight, and needed to get to a certain destination. I had helped out of generosity, and had carefully guided her to the location. And it turned out to be Liam's grandmother. She had Alzheimer, and always found it hard to remember certain things. Liam had thanked me. I told him anyone would have done it. He said that wasn't true.

LILY. I flipped through the next page and in this picture, she was with Massimo in hoodies and smiling brightly to the camera. How cute! I had never seen Massimo smile this brightly before and I felt jealous. 'I missed you. ' was written at the bottom. "Who is she to him and why does he have her picture everywhere?" I asked myself. "Guess, I'm gonna go through this some other time. " I closed the diary and placed it back in the drawer.

He said, I sighed and put down the picture back at the table and turn around to see the other paintings of her. I saw one painting of them, her arms were linked to Corro's arms, and they were smiling, they looked so lovely together and I can see that he's happy they both are. She was wearing a white silk dress while her hair was tied up with some loose curls at the side. I then look at the painting beside theirs, I saw her picture she was sitting on the balcony chair only wearing his white polo shirt, her hair tied in a messy bun looking like a model, she was smiling at the picture and I saw a pen written words below it says 'mi casa mi serenidad'

She didn't want to see him too anyway. 'Liar' Her thoughts echoed but she ignored them and got up. She might as well arrange his stuff. She kept his jacket and made to lock his wardrobe when she saw an old book tucked away at the lowest part of the wardrobe. What was that? She was overwhelmed by curiousity and picked it up. It was dusty. She cleaned it up and opened it. It was a photo album! There were lots of photos in it. She saw photos of Lance when he was a baby.

I grimaced when we stopped at a light-one of four in town. She squinted and gave me a shit-eating grin. "I'm surprised you recognize it. You know, since it's not Willy, Waylon, or Garth." Her smug look only enticed me more. "Whatever makes you happy, sweetheart." She punched me in the arm with brute force. Her pint size was deceiving. At five-foot-nothing and a crisp hundred-dollar bill soaking wet, she could still take me down even though I was a solid foot taller and had every bit of a hundred pounds on her. With one hand on the steering wheel, I used the other to rub the spot she'd nailed.

He thought it was the most adorable sight ever and could not help but pick the girl up. “Xenia, I hope you are not troubling your dear uncle now.” Scarlett spoke as she walked toward them. As usual, his sister appeared classy with her golden silk kimono pajamas. Her hair was loose and she had a bare face on but somehow always looked like she put on some effort. She walked toward him and picked Xenia up and placed her back on the floor which earned a pout from the little girl but Scarlett brushed it off. “Why don’t you play with your brother instead?” Xenia shook her head and stomped out from there which earned a head shaking from her own mother.

"Hey, are you okay?" Emily shook her head, unable to find the words to explain how she was feeling.Clara sat down beside her. "Do you want to talk about it?"Emily took a deep breath, then poured out her frustrations. Clara listened patiently, nodding in understanding."It’s okay to feel this way," Clara said when Emily finished. "You're going through a lot of changes. But you’re strong, and you’ll get through this."Emily smiled weakly. "Thanks, Clara. That means a lot."Clara reached into her bag and pulled out a small sketchbook. "Here," she said, handing it to Emily. "When I’m feeling overwhelmed, I draw. It helps me process things. Maybe it’ll help you too."Emily took the sketchbook, touche

Kennedy POV. The weather was bad, but I needed to get that new book, it's Robert birthday gift, who'd knew a grown up man would kill for the newest werewolf love book. I got into my car, drove carefully toward the local book store, they had the new book reserved for me. It was supposed to one quick drive, until I walked into the library. A girl was sitting on a bean bag, her blond hair was covering her eyes with overgrown bangs, she tried to huff them away from her face but to no use. She looked young, maybe she's just here with her parents, looking down at the book she had in her hands it was a kids story. Does she read for the local kids? Or is it just for her?

I unfolded it with the care one might give to a centuries-old relic. On the white surface, vibrant crayon strokes formed three stick figures. They were disproportionate and messy, but the intent was devastatingly clear. On the left was a tall man in a charcoal shirt—Gareth’s favorite color. On the right was a woman with long black hair and a green dress—the exact outfit I’d worn when we went to the bookstore last week. And in the middle, a small girl with pigtails held both their hands, anchoring them together. At the bottom, written in large, shaky block letters, was a single word: US.