Littles Stories Novels & Stories

7 years ago One afternoon, little Sophia was playing on her front porch. Her hands were playing with two Tedy Bear dolls by herself. One doll looked shabby, while the other looked brand new. Her innocent face was beaming with happiness, because this morning Jerry, her new neighbor, gave her a new doll. Little Sophia was very happy to get to know her new neighbor, because the middle-aged man loved her like her own daughter. "Sophia! That doll is mine!" Sophia's smile faded when her new doll was snatched by someone.

Let's go" He ordered and I stood up. "When we come face to face with people, I expect you to compose yourself. Your name is Lauren Dennis, you're a software engineer from a prestigious yet unknown family and you schooled in Hamilton University. You lived a sheltered life. Your hobbies are reading, writing and violin practice. Are we clear?

Just then, I could hear Hope's voice as he screamed, “Mummy!” “I missed you so much,” he said in his tiny voice as he hugged me so tight with his little hands. “Mummy, aren't you forgetting something?” asked Hope, counting on me to do something that I was not aware of. “Here,” he said. "Here, Mommy,” he signaled again, still expecting his mom to give him kisses on his lips. “Baby Mummy is so tired; we must allow her to rest, OK? "Mummy just got back from a world of medicine, injections, and endless drips," Raymond responded, smiling softly as he averted Hope's attention from his quest.

Stephanie’s POV I stood quietly in front of my locker trying to recall where I had kept my English language textbook when suddenly I heard a loud thud on my locker door. I was frightened but yes, I was also used to it. “Nerdy bitch” Stacy said to me rolling her eyes and walking away like she didn’t just almost give me a heart attack. I simply ignored and picked out the textbook that was hiding behind my Romance novel. Oh how I loved the sweet impossible imagination of having a lover.

As I drove down the street, I noticed he had gone unusually quiet in the back seat. "You okay back there?" I asked, glancing at him through the rearview mirror. He nodded, still pouting. "Want to hear a story?" I asked. His head lifted a bit. "Only if it's a funny one." I smiled. "Alright, once upon a time, there was a little lion who didn’t want to go to school. Every morning, he would hide in his blanket cave and pretend to be asleep." Jace chuckled. "But his mom, the lioness, was very smart. So one day, she put a cookie at the edge of the cave and said, 'Whoever comes out gets the magical cookie of bravery!'"

’ I shook my head at the memory, whispering a silent prayer for her. I believed his stories. Every patient he talked about felt real. Their troubles sounded like things that could happen to anyone, a stroke of bad luck at the bad moments, getting hit by a drunk driver on the way to a child’s recital, or missing a few checkups and ending up with a failing liver. His stories made me grateful for being able to experience last night. “A sandwich. Are you hungry?” Jo replied, asked, and then caught himself. “Of course you’re hungry. It’ll be ready in a minute,” Jo finished.

And his little bitch had no choice. “Like what I'm doing to you, little bitch?” Lyle tried not to moan and turned his face away. Nath slapped him. “Look at me when I talk to you. And answer with your mouth. Do you like me pounding into you? Do you enjoy my cock stretching you wide?” “Y-yes,” shivered Lyle. Fuck. The man was turning him on with his words. Nath rubbed his ass. “That's my little bitch,” Lyle came, moaning and writhing. His cum had never been this much before. It sprayed, majority of it landing on his face.

PUSHED Lisa's pov “Keep your mouth shut and do as I say”he told me in an icy tone.“Remember that”.Maxwell Brown,my uncle spoke. “If you deliberately set out to disobey me…. I laughed.” What will you do?” “Is that how you speak to me now?”He walked to where I stood and slapped me across my cheek. “Must you show you weren’t brought up properly?,ragged doll orphan”. I grit her teeth and bit my tongue.I had hit this stone and bruised myself so many times that I had lost count.I wondered why I had never ran away from home.It was the only semblance of a home I had ever known.

“Damn,” Anton murmurs, tapping his fingers soundlessly on the table while he processes everything Laila just said. “That is…that is definitely not the bedtime stories I was told as a child.” “Oh,” Laila says, turning to him with wide-eyed interest. “What kind of stories did you have?” “About a mouse,” he answers instantly, quite earnest, snapping his gaze to hers, “that would come and take the teeth you lost as a child, give you money for them –“

literal. Lorah was trying to find a perfect word go explain her thoughts but couldn't "Literal?" Jude asked "You are soo good. no you not just good you are beyond imagination....how come you never told me about this?" Jude sighed This would take a while but she explained everything to Lorah "what a mean bitch she was! how can she say so many hurtful things to a child?"Lorah was cursing the teacher. "leave it. it was may years ago"