Little Women Novels & Stories

The night became his companion, carrying his thoughts and observing them in the silence of his room, recalling the beautiful moments of their presence. His gaze lingered more on Naomi than Nelly. He admired her enchanting smile, the sweetness in her words, the carefully measured shyness painted across her cheeks—a shyness that only enhanced her beauty, making it shine brighter. Her slender, graceful form showed no sign of her pregnancy yet, no hint of the coming dangers or the hidden pain that the days would bring. The same was true of Nelly, who also bore her burdens quietly. Both women had endured so much in silence, carrying their pain and pasts, moving cautiously toward a new life.

Michael, Martins younger brother said with a slouch. "Oh, maybe she is stupid. She's all face and no brains probably. She's not sophisticated. She's got no class, no social skills and no brains. Of all the women in the world and Lance had to marry her? What was he thinking? Pearl spat sinking into a chair while dropping her bag for Devon who stood by her side. "You have a point. For once I'm shocked at Lance's decision. She's all looks and nothing more. Even if he is some slayer of women, I expected more" Fred spat.

She screamed into the night, hoping someone—anyone—might hear her. But the village was too far, and the quiet countryside swallowed her cries. The last thing she saw was the glint of the car’s dark windows as they forced her inside. The door slammed shut, the engine roared to life, and the vehicle disappeared into the night, leaving nothing but a scattered pile of books behind. Lia’s head throbbed as she stirred awake, her body heavy and her vision blurred. The softness beneath her was unfamiliar—too plush, too extravagant for the modest cot in her room.

"If you really don't have the guts to oppose Lilian, you shouldn't have to do such a strange challenge. Because you will never be able to win against such a strong woman in this world. Because after all, this is something that is very, very impossible for you to do." "You have to know, Rose Merry is the most shameless woman in this world. That's why Rose Mary always acts as if she is the most exalted woman in this palace. It's so funny when one of those ordinary Wolf-men acts like she's the most perfect woman in the world.”

"Aww! Shit babe, will you stop crying!" Matt uttered when he heard her snort again. They were at her pad and currently watching a movie: A Walk to Remember. It was her favorite movie and she still can't help herself to cry every time she's watching it. It was a Saturday night and Matt usually visits her on Friday nights or Saturdays. They decided to have a movie marathon. Matt chose to watch Star Wars first and she chose A Walk to Remember after. Matt opposed when she decided to play the movie but she still insisted on it, she just can't get enough of watching the movie all over again so in the end, Matt let her be.

Diana allowed herself the word witch only because she knew for a fact the woman was deaf as a post. "I'll miss you too, you little tramp," the old woman shot back with a sly smile. "But if God's not judging you, I'm sure as hell not going to." "You heard that?" "Turns out all I had to do was turn up the volume on this thing." She tapped her hearing aid and let out a cackle that made her look every bit the witch Diana had just accused her of being. "Take care of yourself, and take care of my little Victoria. With this money I'll hold the apartment for six months. Not a day more."

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.

THIRD PERSON Pov The cabin was the quietest place the maid had been in months. She sat on the bed and looked around the room and felt the absence of footsteps in the corridor outside, the absence of Konstantin's voice somewhere in the house, the absence of the tension that came from living in a space where you were useful but not safe. The room was small. The furniture was plain. The cook knocked and came in with the tray. The smell of the soup reached her before the woman had fully set it down. It was warm, and savory. Chicken, rice, vegetables and juice, everything was set out neatly on the small table beside the bed.

“It’s fine.” I’m still not satisfied. I feign a yawn and stretch my arms over my head, the cool air of the room teasing my exposed breasts. When I lower my arms, Shane is finally giving me his full attention. “You’re dressed like a slut, Lily. You leave the house looking like that and you’re not going to like what happens.” Desire thrills through my blood. “You don’t like it?” I turn around and lean against the counter, feeling my skirt ride up.

I relaxed back on the chair, letting myself have a moment of relief. “Have you seen the American?” A woman's voice caught my attention. I followed it and found two elegantly dressed women older than me within earshot. “The Princess?” the second woman asked. She wore a scarlet red dress while her friend wore light purple. “She looks lovely.” “Not her,” the Violet woman replied. “The other one.” “The other American?” Scarlett asked. She tilted her head slightly. “Oh, the one in pink that is supposedly dating Prince Frederick.”