Little Women Novels & Stories

Every Christmas, the family come together and chose a particular place to spend our Christmas. Sometimes it can be in our house or theirs and also it can be another country. This life has really treat me well. No more trouble. No more god of aparakubem. No more battle. We are free now. Free from the past. No more virgin prostitute. Am now a great woman with a lovely husband and beautiful kids. Am so happy with my life. This is me. The End.....

Stubbornness matters most when a woman is alone. There were small, unbidden luxuries to stow away: a scrap of linen soft enough to cradle a newborn, a tiny silver thimble the seamstress had dropped and wrapped in a cloth, the memory of Caelan’s voice I could coax back into my mouth when my heart trembled. I wrapped these things in the stale roll Renna had first smuggled me and hid them beneath the floorboard where the mattress did not touch. It was a small grave of hope.

"Cole, the Collin family is part of the city's elite. As the eldest daughter, she only cares about profits. Even with your current success, you're still a minor figure in her family's eyes. "You won't get love from her. At most, she's just playing around with you. She hasn't dumped you yet only because you're still useful. Cole, she's not the right person for you." Her self-righteous tone made me laugh. "So what?" Carrie froze. I raised a brow. "Victoria and I grew up together. Do you really think I don't know what kind of person she is? Do you need to come here and poison my mind?" She faltered, her breathing hitching as those words struck her as painfully familiar.

"Yeah, it is. Why do you ask?" The odd female beside me was as flawless as flawless came. Her silky, long hair was dark as night, cascading down to her waist in lustrous waves. Slim brows framed eyes that were the prettiest shade of brown I'd ever seen; warm like honey but sharp with intelligence. Her nose was small and delicate, the kind girls went under the knife for, and her mouth was petite with plump lips tinged naturally pink.

She was striking, and pretty in a strong, focused way. The kind of woman who walked into a room and made it shift. Jason had a crush on her. I could see it clear as day. Honestly, maybe I did too. “Oh,” Morgan said, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. Her face was long and narrow, and when she smiled, her entire face lit up. It was the kind of smile that left no room for pretense. Jason’s smile came too easily in response. I waited for the grown-ups to finish their little moment of eye-fucking so we could leave. I needed to talk to him about Sabrina. And Marcy.

“Fall back and try to blend in.” “Yes, Mr. Ripley,” Holden replies, and then he quickly disappears into the crowd of people mixing and mingling with one another. “Ace Ripley.” A feminine voice calls his name with sex and desire coating her words. I shudder as if someone has tossed a bucket of cold water on me as I turn to face who the voice belongs to. Dressed in a figure-hugging red dress with a slit running all the way up to her thigh, a petite blonde-haired woman, glides across the room on five-inch stilettos until she is standing in front of Ace.

We kept coming back to this damn tiny town where everyone knew the inside of everyone else’s asshole. Why? I wished I damn well knew. If it was my choice, we would have stayed in LA when we went the first time. Now we were looking at a couple of weeks in the world’s smallest town, surrounded by piss-ass tourists and screaming fangirls. The deep beat of Nirvana pounded into my ears, and I looked out of the window. Two days of driving on this bus and I was more than ready to get off and into a real bed, even if it was in Santa Monica.

Sophia didn't understand that at all, she was just a country girl who was far from modern. "Sophia, why are you so quiet? Are you tired of joining us?" Rachel asked. “No, it's just that I don't understand what you guys are talking about.” Sophia rubbed the back of her neck in embarrassment. This caused a question mark reaction in the girls. They wondered if Sophia was so innocent or stupid? Judging from her appearance, Sophia looked like a rich kid. When Sophia entered the classroom, the three of them immediately noticed Sophia's appearance. They knew that the bag and shoes Sophia was wearing were branded items that rarely circulated in the market, aka limited edition!

Girls’ Night In The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a soft, rosy glow across the sky as Emily, Isabella, and Amy gathered in the living room of the mansion for a much-needed girls' night. The idea had come from Isabella, who wanted to get to know Emily better and help her unwind after everything she had been through. Amy, always up for some quality time with her best friend, was more than eager to join in.

“Little princess, these are the women that applied to be your servant. Mr. Lynch said to let you pick.” Nellie nodded and walked over. Too big, no. Too thin, no. Too fierce, no. When Nellie saw the fourth woman, her eyes sparkled. She almost let out a scream. This woman was Lily, the servant who has been working at Uncle Malcolm’s! Lily noticed that Nellie recognized her. She winked at Nellie. Nellie made her decision immediately. “Her!” Lucas was stumped and confused. This woman was skinny and petite. She could barely compete with the first few, so why did Nellie immediately pick her?