Little Women Novels & Stories

let's watch some movie together," she suggested looking excited making a smile come to my face. "Cool, which movie do you want to watch," I ask her. "Frozen 2," she said jumping up and down in excitement. Of course, I thought gloomily. I led her to the theatre room and arranged the room. I mind linking one of the Omega to bring some snacks and popcorn to go with the movie. Nikki watches the movie while I watch her and her reaction to the whole movie thinking who can I get so lucky to have her as my mate?

I end the call as I notice I'm alone in the room. I make my way downstairs, inhaling the smell of coffee. An elderly woman smiles at me from behind the kitchen table. Her blue sparkling eyes is filled with energy and life. Her silver shoulder-length hair, shimmers like a waterfall as it cascades down her shoulders. A bit confused, I returned her kind smile. "Morning, I'm Miss Williams, the housekeeper." "Lilly-Ann, nice to meet you" "Coffee. Miss?" She asks and take a cup from the cupboard.

She dares ask me that? I stood there watching her stop the bleeding, I wanted to ask why, why she did all that she did. She lunged at me with her cat claws in front of her, ready to scratch at me. But I think she forgets about the desk which was between us and she trips, falling to the floor. The whole class erupts in laughing as they all watch their queen barbie try to save the remainder of her dignity as she tried to scramble up from the floor but it seemed hard with how short her skirt was. Guess she didn't want to flash anyone.

the petite lady said to Diana, fishing in her pocket and handing a crisp twenty to Diana. "Some day everyone will know that I'm always right and it's best to just accept it." Diana smiled that evil, powerful smile again. "Now Melody, what style of dress did you have in mind?" Both intimidating women turning to Melody. Who now felt very young, small, and underdressed in her sweats and canvas shoes while the impeccable styled in designer clothed women both looked at her expectantly.

Another text came through from Keiko, another dancer: "I hear it is some oil executive's birthday. Big spender alert. Cammie says it is a politician’s son’s birthday tho." Perfect. Maybe I could finally cover rent and get those econ textbooks. The campus bookstore wanted three hundred dollars for books I'd use for one semester. Highway robbery. I started walking toward my apartment, already mentally preparing for the night shift. Five hours of sleep if I was lucky. Then it was off to showering, heavy makeup, and costumes that came with rib breaking corsets. It was quite easy to transform Jane Puckett, scholarship student and chronic coffee drinker, into Jailbird, the mysterious masked dancer

We walk down the small hill the way men and women walk down small hills in small parks in Los Angeles on the mornings of the days the men and women the small hills are the small hills of are the kind of men and women who are the kind of men and women the small hills are the small hills of. The small silver tray is on the small table. The small shortbread is on the small silver tray. The small shortbread is the kind of small shortbread that the grandmother of the man the woman is the wife of used to make at Christmas in the small kitchen in Boston. The small shortbread is the kind of small shortbread that the woman the man the woman is the wife of made on the night before the night before the