Littles Stories Novels & Stories

” My dad was right, hard work does payoff” Kade P.O.V I never thought I would fall, I never thought it would only take one time, one night for her to destroy everything I ever thought I knew. I saw my best friend fall in love with his stepsister. I never wanted that, until I met her. She completely ruined me for any other woman, and now I am stuck. She snuck out of my fucking bed, out of my fucking house. No other woman has ever tried it before, except for My Little Red. But the thing is there’s a reason me and Keegan are such best friends we are more alike than anyone even think, I have the exact same tendencies as him. And she flipped those switches all over the damn place. I want her, I c

After another hug, and a cool nod to Lucille, she left. It was odd how the two of them were like oil and water considering they were actually related by blood. Lilith was Lucille’s aunt but it didn’t stop her lips from pursing in displeasure whenever the younger woman came around. Lucille herself made a face at her aunt’s retreating back, the distaste clearly mutual. Once Lilith was gone, she sauntered over to me. “Hi loverrr. Shall we resume from where we got interrupted the last time? I’ve missed you so desperately.” She all but purred. It was only mildly tempting to take her up on her offer.

How could someone have such low emotional intelligence? "So, what do you want to hear?" Seeing that he had no experience, Yaslyn hinted, "A gentle, sweet story involving little animals for example?" Xoan, unable to understand what Yaslyn was trying to express, pulled out his phone to do a Google search. 'Bedtime stories to lull your girlfriend to sleep.' Xoan frowned as he looked at the stories. After a long time, he chose a story he liked. "The Little Prince loves cherries, and many cherry trees were planted in the kingdom. Cherry demons live in the cherry trees. The Little Prince hoped for the cherry trees to bear sweet, red fruits, but the trees bore no fruit, leaving the prince upset.

These stories ranged from tales of triumph and resilience to accounts of cultural traditions and the bonds forged through shared humanity. Luna compiled these stories into a book titled "Voices of Seoul," a testament to the diverse voices that make up the vibrant tapestry of the city. Through the publication of the book, Luna aimed to not only give a voice to those whose stories often go unheard but also to provide a platform for readers around the world to connect with the people of Seoul on a deeply personal level.

Before there were doors between worlds, there were stories. They whispered from hearth to hearth and ship to ship— of wolves that ran like midnight wind, of foxes with nine tails and nine more tricks beyond that, of fae who looked like carved moonlight and smiled like knives. Humans loved those stories—as long as they stayed in books and bedtime. The moment a story breathed, the moment a pair of eyes glinted from a tree line or a shadow stepped out of the corner of a room, humans did what humans do best when they’re afraid.

It was a book they had read countless times, but each time, it held a new magic, a new wonder for Theo. “Once upon a time,” Hazel began, her voice soft and soothing, “there was a little bear named Barnaby who loved to go on adventures.” Theo’s eyes widened, his attention captivated by the story. He listened intently, his tiny fingers tracing the illustrations, his imagination soaring with each word Hazel spoke. The story of Barnaby the bear, his adventures in the forest, his encounters with talking squirrels and mischievous rabbits, filled the room with a sense of magic and wonder. Theo giggled at Barnaby’s antics, his heart filled with joy.

which fueled her imaginations and made her thinking of the world like it was a fairytale. Did any love books as much as she did, she didn't know and she didn't care, maybe one day she would read a book of her own. She walked slowly surveying each book, each book was different in their own ways in terms of cover, plot or even color..the mc weren't always nice and it didn't always have an happy ending. "Emm...Mary Hopkins and the seven seas, sounds distasteful....." Madeline placed the red covered book back in the shelf and continued her search,

"What's more, you know, likeliest result is you'll arrive and they'll say, 'Eh, you're OK, however not our somewhat young lady'. What's more, you'll squander like an entire year mooching around France, scarcely making due with strip clubs and leader bistros." Lannie remained quiet through the talk, watching Mollie's jaw move as the Scot talked. When the hand comes up, she took the young lady's fingers and pulled them away, shoulders drooping. A piece of her needed to holler at the blonde. It was exactly the same thing every other person had told her. Her folks attempted to frighten her with accounts of certain man-eaters who jumped at the chance to eat the skin off adolescent young ladies wh

"There's this story I heard when I was young. I don't remember much but I think that you'll like it." "Let's hear it," I said. "It's a story that's been past down since ancient times. Are you really ready to bear it's weight?" "We are more than ready," Lora said and Ana shrugged, as if washing her hands off whatever consequences that would come afterwards. "Once upon a time, there was a girl named Little Red Riding Hood. One day, she stumbled into the forest and got lost. She began to look for shelter and soon found a house and got in. She then found three bowls of porridge on the table. The first bowl of porridge was too hot-"

“Can you tell me the hummingbird story again?” Elena froze, the breath catching in her chest. She hadn’t told that story in weeks. Not since the old days—before everything started unraveling and rebuilding. She glanced down at her daughter, her little hummingbird, tucked safely against her side. “Of course,” she said. She shifted so Lila could curl against her, her tiny body fitting perfectly in the crook of Elena’s arm. “Once upon a time,” Elena began, “there was a little girl who lived in a world that didn’t always feel safe. Some days the wind howled too loud, and the trees felt too tall. But this little girl had something special—something no one could take away.”