Little Women Novels & Stories

she begged with doe eyes. “I will gladly do that,” he remarked and engaged in another torrid kiss. The callous hands of the huntsman explored her nakedness and even caressed her arched back before he carried her and laid her down on the splayed coat on the forest floor. “You are so beautiful, young lady, what is your name?” “I’m better known as Little Miss Riding Hood, only if I could find my clothes, they got blown away by the harsh wind when I was bathing, I need to find them all,”

Ana and Ava were silently standing in the corner looking at the scene, their ma'am enjoying her breakfast and sirs looking at her for her attention. They waited and waited and waited but she didn't even glanced at them turning their mood sour and clenching their jaws they strode out of there. They never felt so disrespected and helpless, they didn't know why they were needing her attention but they knew they want her attention now. They always get what they wanted but first time they didn't get a girl's attention who was none other than their own little wife. Without having breakfast they left for their company. _______________

My head was still bent low and I had to keep it just so nobody sees the tears that were streaming down my face. ‘You do realize you are eighteen minutes late for a test of thirty minutes? I’m sure you know you won’t be getting an extra second honey.’ She said with a devilish smile. ‘I’m sorry Mrs. Johnson.’ Was all I could afford to mutter without bursting out loud sobs. ‘Now run along, you don’t have all the time in the world.’ She said while holding out the test questions to me. I grabbed it and ran to my favorite spot at the back.

“No one came for her.” “She was invisible,” Ophelia said softly. “No,” a voice echoed, “I was erased.” Mira stepped forward, not as a towering data queen now—but as herself. Simple. Human. Seventeen. Sad eyes, wet hair, arms crossed like a shield. “I kept trying to be someone worth noticing,” she said. “But the school rewards loudness, not brilliance. Power, not precision. I built simulations. I designed counter-algorithms. I helped them. But they only ever saw the ones who sparkled in front of a crowd.”

Seeing this, he set it down without a second glance. A heavy silence settled in the car. Winnie suddenly turned from her seat in front, flashing me a courteous smile. "You must be Anna Jovine, huh? Tristan talks about you all the time. I should thank you for looking after him these past few years." Her voice carried a thin layer of arrogance, the way a hostess might thank a maid for her service. Before I could even catch my breath from the sting of it, Winnie laid a hand on her stomach and said, "Tristan, my period just started. My cramps are killing me."

Even though it was located in the countryside, the neighborhood was still considered an upper class neighborhood with high security system and access to beautiful view. The man might not remember it as an adult, but as a child he used to have a neighbor couple who had a young daughter who was one year younger than he was. She had the most stunning pale blue eyes and classic golden blonde hair which made her perfect as a cast of They used to play together for years until he was sixteen and she was fifteen. While Vincent was busy learning about business and caring for his education, the young girl would often sneak into his house and climbed through his window, since his room was on the first

she said. But when she saw Penny, her body seemed to have frozen for a second. “Auntie… she…” “I bumped into her,” the older woman said. “But I think she looks familiar…” “She's Brad's mistress,” the girl said, expression turning ugly. Penny froze too. Did they just say Brad's mistress? The older woman's expression also changed. At first, she seemed sweet and happy. But when she heard Merline's words, her face was filled with hatred.

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.

More giggles followed. "I can make anything the little lady wants," you say. Little. She was well characterized by it. 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. "Yes," and "thank you."

She stuttered and both if then walk out if the room. " Master.....i......" "Say no word Lily" He cut me off and hot tears form in my eyes. I hope I'll be vindicated from this because I knew nothing about the gold chain. Not long after, they entered the room and Mariam drop the bag on the floor,Lucan walk to it and pick it on the floor. He open the bad and pour the clothes on the floor,all of the clothes fell to a place and...... What! The gold chain.......