Littles Stories Novels & Stories

Luna replied. "You'll only worsen your image." "Argh, fine," Luna said irritably. She then straightened up and forced a smile. "So, have you ever heard of fairy tales?" Luna asked, and her smile seemed to work. "I know one fairy tale, Cinderella," a little girl raised her hand enthusiastically. Luna looked at her and also noticed her tiny leg in a cast. "Smart girl. Can you tell us about it?" Luna asked. The little girl nodded eagerly. "Cinderella is a poor girl who was helped by a fairy godmother to meet a handsome prince," she said in a soft and cute voice.

Casey pouted and Annabella chuckled "Are you trying to bribe me?" She sat down on the bed,their heads on her laps "Please another story,then we will sleep" Alex said "Fine,why not??" "Yeee!" Casey and Alex screamed "So the title of our new bedtime story is Jack and the beanstalk" Annabella said "Wow,I've never heard about that" Casey said "Me too" Alex said "Then listen as I narrate to you"Annabella said and they both smiled,then she started

I settled into my normal position of my head resting on the head rest of the car while the thoughts of my little looking secretary filled my head. I wonder what she might be doing at this moment, maybe she'd be with her girlfriends? Oh she'd be with her lover at the moment, cuddling with him in a warm blanket because the air outside was so cold, it even seemed like it was going to start raining tonight. Or she might not even have a lover at all, she might just be all alone in her boring room reading an extremely cliché novel where the popular kid in school gets the nerd and the prince gets the palace maid, or where as the commoner who everyone hates, then the king of a kingdom caught sight o

Due to this, there was a novel that was a hit on w******l, titled 'SEX ADDICTED BOYFRIEND' It was a romance novel, where the male lead was only about having sex with his girlfriend, which the girl didn't mind of course. Seeing how their relationship was moving, without him making any attempt to ask her to marry him, the female lead started getting worried. He was very handsome and a lot of girls want to snatch him from her, but luckily, he was really in love with her. The issue was, sex. He just couldn't do without it for a week. A part of her was scared for getting dump after they've had so much sex, so she was trying to hint him into proposing to her.

] Now, let me tell you a story. • Once upon a time , there was a little girl named Daisy. She was smart and bubbly and full of life. When it came to expressing her feelings and thoughts, she lacked a little; because she cared too much about what others would feel and maybe they would get a wrong impression of her. Though she was just 10, she was very thoughtful and considerate. So, whenever she had anything to say to her friends or family, which was hard to get off her chest, she use to write letters. The letters used to be the specific people and she would let go of her through her words. She felt safe, relaxed and far from the fear of being misunderstood. The letters were her comfort zone

“What story do you want?” “The little white rabbit and the big grey wolf.” “Once upon a time, there was a big grey wolf. The first time he saw the little white rabbit, he decided he would protect this poor little creature…”

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Little by Little a small boy came out from his hide out ,I went down on my knees and picked him up . " So tell me what where you doing following me " " Uncle I couldn't sleep " " So you had to follow your uncle ,you shouldn't do that you know ,they are so many danger moving around the castle by this time of the night " " You mean dangerous things " " Yes and trust me you don't want to get hurt child ". " You mean something dangerous like you , Well if it's not as dangerous as you are then I don't think I have to be scared because I already seem enough .

Shayla resisted longer, peppering me with last-minute questions about whether clouds slept and if frogs had birthdays. Lucas waited until the others were settled before speaking quietly. “Can you tell a story?” Something in his tone—hopeful, vulnerable—unlocked a memory deep inside me. “My mother used to tell me stories,” I said softly. “Would you like one of those?” Three heads nodded eagerly. So I began. I told them about the moon that fell in love with the sea but could never touch it, about the brave girl who taught the stars how to sing, about the fox who tricked winter into leaving early.

he says and I just shrug, I'll try. We went back to his office, and they started to talk about littles, other littles, but I'm a little, and I'm their little, what other little are they talking about, I had a big pout on my face now, by the time they were done, I could understand that we're meeting with other littles soon.