Littlebird Books Novels & Stories

Elara’s chest tightened. She didn’t press him. She just nodded gently. “Then we’ll start tonight.” She reached for the small storybook she’d brought in, one of Mira’s favorites. “This one’s about a dragon who didn’t know how to roar,” she said softly. “He thought he was broken. But turns out, he just needed someone to listen first.” Milo looked at the cover, then at her, his eyes thoughtful. “Does he roar in the end?”

he said. Inside were pages full of pencil sketches and short, clumsy sentences—none of them professionally done, all of them exactly him. There was a crooked family on the first page with two parents and a rescue dog named Bix. The second page had a sketch that looked suspiciously like our penthouse couch, with the caption: Where Tuesdays live. The book was a hand-made children’s story: The Little House That Held Tuesdays. Each page held a tiny adventure—the first puddle jump, the first burned pancake, the time a kite escaped and came back with a ribbon.

‘GEOGRAPHY AND FAIRYTALE SECTION’ spelled at the top of the shelf and as Gerey scanned from book to book, he remembered a few he'd read at school, ‘Knowing Wabrook's Water Brooks and Bodies’ by Whitaker Flarogue, ‘Sunset at Ingfalls’ by Simponie Gugh, ‘The best habitat for all - Ingfalls - Book One’ by Cuulambs Nicktra, but they were not what he searched for. He narrowed his eyes in concentration as he skimmed tens of book covers before he came across the right material to satisfy his interest, ‘Pixies, Elves, Brownies, Fairies - What Every Kid Needs to Know’ with no author mentioned as the writer. He pulled the book out from among the others with caution and took it to the seat he'd secured

Ruby "Ruby, take a seat beside Hope," Doctor Collins gestured. "Now that we have an even number of students, we can complete this morning's activity in pairs," she said as she walked over to the window and turned the blinds. "During this activity, we're going to be identifying the change in animal cells under the microscope."

If the Serbs didn’t take my Birdene, then who did? And if Flynn Black didn’t poach the Serbs, then who the fuck did? Who the fuck was Alana feeding false information to as well? Either way, I won't rest until I find my Little Bird, and I will burn every empire to the ground if I need to. I will paint the world a sinister shade of blood-red with the bodies that will drop like fucking flies.

And even when they hadn’t… I no longer let them land. I had too much peace in me now. There wasn’t room for shame anymore. Back at the house, I carried the books Darren had ordered for the nursery upstairs and placed them on the newly assembled shelf. They were all hardcovers with soft pastel covers and gold-stamped lettering: Goodnight Moon, The Velveteen Rabbit, Where the Wild Things Are, Dream Big, Little One, I Am Enough. I traced the spine of each book with my fingertip, whispering the titles softly.

And once again the reason I do not fathom the reason why men shoulf do the hunting these days. "He still can't take his eyes off of you." Alexa smirks, hell she looks smoking hot as always. All eight my girls are here tonight the one looking hotter than the other. Our group started when I was only 5years old. It consisted of me and Mikayla, my twin sister. We couldn't be more different though, she had a severe speaking disorder named selective mutism. Which basically means she only spoke to me and through me. Which gave me no choice but to adapt, me myself have an extremely huge IQ which makes communication difficult for me. But since we had no other choice I had to adjust.

he says in a sad voice, I get what he means if this place wasn't kink-friendly we'll all have to hide a big part of ourselves behind closed doors. I once read a story, it's called littles academy, a world where everyone is either sub or dom, and littles are regular and real things, I loved that book and the author is awesome. But sadly outside of this company walls showing my little self would be a big mistake people would judge and talk badly about you.

Little me was in desperate need for love and affection, she was praying Kennedy and Robert would be a mommy and daddy. Finally came the cake, it was a chocolate cake, what little would say no to a chocolate cake, I had a generous slice that I devoured happily. Next was opening of presents for Robert he had some good ones and others he just closed back the box and gave his friends the third finger making me giggle. I stayed silent watching him open all his gifts giving thanks to each one for the none offending ones, lastly was Kennedy’s gift, it was the book she got from my job. He must he a bookworm like me. My little side wanted him to read me bed time stories.

“Fine, maybe this will get your attention.” She closed one of the books and lifted her hand between us. Her fingers curled slightly, and for a heartbeat nothing happened. Then a soft glow flickered in her palm. A miniature bird of light appeared, no bigger than my thumb. It shook itself once, like it was waking up, its feathers glinting faintly silver. With a cheerful chirp, it fluttered into the air and circled my head. I couldn’t help but laugh. “Is that supposed to impress me?”