Littlebird Books Novels & Stories

“Sorry.” “You should be thankful I’m not like other guys. You’re pretty. Be more careful next time,” Red said. He stood to leave even though he had just arrived, seemingly uncomfortable in her presence. As he turned, his dictionary fell to the ground. Katleya’s eyes widened in shock as she covered her mouth. She couldn’t believe what she saw. Inside the dictionary was a white book that looked very familiar—a published erotic novel by TitaAmor07, part of the Big Bird Series.

“Who’s this for?” “This…” Zayden was about to answer when he saw tears well up in Riley’s eyes. The words caught in his throat. “It’s… it’s from the restaurant. They gave it for free,” he lied. That barbecue place was an upscale restaurant. They never gave out free food like that. Riley never ate anything spicy. It was not hard to guess who the other box was really for. Silently, Riley clenched her fists. Riley snatched the barbecue box from Zayden’s hands before he could react and tossed it straight into the trash.

I clamped a hand over my mouth to keep from breaking into sobs, but the tears spilled anyway, rolling down my hand like beads from a broken necklace. Time blurred. I couldn't tell how long I sat there, not until my eyes ran dry and the sobs finally stilled. I sniffled, picked up my phone, and called my best friend, Lily Ludlow. She was a lawyer. "Lily, help me draft a divorce agreement." On the other end, she hesitated for a few seconds before speaking, her voice heavy with concern. "A divorce agreement? Anna, are you serious? You love Tristan. Why would you suddenly want to end it?"

It was a contradictory situation. "I will see if I get any information. Till then, you don't contact her." Lia agreed but she still watched Ruby's Wowee. There were nearly five hundred posts. And it would take Lia a long time to see them all. She was at one hundred ninety-two now. And she was still loving the Mr.Bear series. There were also Animal Palace series posts. This showed the life of a squirrel who aspires to become the prime minister in the Jungle democracy. But first, she has to face her arch-rival, her childhood enemy Mr.Dog.

"Wanna sit on the swing while we eat?" I nodded and smiled around my cup. "Sounds perfect." We ate mostly in companionable silence as we watched the birds dance around the trees. Along the power lines sat three bluejays, one sitting slightly further away than the other two. Almost as if it were ostracized from his mates. My heart fell a little at the sight. The lone bird held both a meaning for me and a message. "Liz?" "Hm?" "You know when Mykel is coming home?"

her father said as he walked into the hallway by the front door. “I mean I am tired of living in a fishbowl. You all know I am different, but no one says anything to me. The other kids think I am weird and I am. Nothing makes sense anymore.” Princess said, “Now I can’t even look at certain books in the library without being told on by the adults around me. If you won’t tell me what the hell is going on then fine, we have nothing to speak about. I’ll be in my room.” “Princess you will come down for dinner.” her mother stated.

It’s not a particularly good smell—no one would make a cologne out of it—but it eases my chest and makes me feel languid and weightless, like I’m floating in space. I’m hardly paying attention as Justus takes all the books out of the crate to get a hardback at the very bottom. I hadn’t noticed it earlier. It’s an old children’s book. Thumbelina. The fabric cover is threadbare in places, and the gold embossed lettering is tarnished. I remember the story vaguely from the early years at Moon Lake Academy. It’s a human fairy tale.

As if she knew it was hers. He thought about that. He thought about the child knowing the corner was hers — not because anyone had told her, but because the room had prepared correctly. The attending in the design speaks to the attending in the child. The section drawing in the spring meeting the four-year-old in October in the correct register. He wrote to Ruth: What was the book about birds? Ruth wrote: Garden birds of the British Isles. She seemed to know several of them already. He wrote to Ruth: Please tell me about next Thursday too, if you're willing.

"Thank you." Next came Marcus's gift.The room became unusually quiet as Lily opened the large box.Inside were dozens of children's books.Storybooks,picture books,science books.Books about stars, oceans, animals, history, and imagination.There was even a small wooden bookshelf Marcus had built himself. Lily smiled warmly."I should have known."Marcus adjusted his glasses."Reading encourages curiosity."Jesse leaned toward Daniel and whispered loudly enough for everyone to hear,"The baby's library is already bigger than ours."Marcus nodded proudly."I planned ahead."Everyone laughed again.

“I’ve missed you so dearly.” Tears welled in my eyes as I lifted my head off her lap. My hands reached for her face, desperate to ensure she wasn’t just a cruel figment of my imagination. But as soon as my fingers brushed her skin, her image began to flicker. My hand slipped through her cheek like it was smoke. “Mom!” I screamed, reaching out to hold her as her form grew fainter. “Listen to me,” she said, her voice turning urgent. “I don’t have much time left, but you need to hear this. You’re in terrible danger, Birdie. There are people… dangerous people out there coming to kill you.”