Mini Novella Novels & Stories

Hi everyone, I’m Alphamini, the author of "My Little Mate". Before we dive into the story behind this book, let me share a bit about myself. My real name is Shivani Sharma, and I'm a part-time author with five years of writing experience. My favorite genres include Vampire, Werewolf, Billionaire, Young Adult, and Fantasy. Besides writing novels, I enjoy reviewing and providing feedback on other authors’ story outlines and the first five chapters of their books. I also have a passion for researching writing techniques and materials.

Jace mumbled and walked in with Minnie “Is Jace the guy behind Miss Minnie's smiley face this days” Sofia muttered to herself °°° “ Have you read the novel I sent to you” Jace asked Minnie They were sitting on the couch in the office and the space between them is small. Making the air around them to be awkward “ Yeah, almost…through thou” Minnie mused “ What about you, the news letter –are you done” Minnie asked “ Mmm, it is too boring but I have started reading it too” Jace muttered

But for Minos, everything is passing in a tiny moment, a short splice of time stretching between research and result, between reading and knowledge, between not knowing a single thing, to knowing everything he could ever figure. "This is it!" exclaimed Minos, awakening the drow from her glib reverie. She glanced back at the young noble, who for a brief moment appeared to her as a seven-year old boy sprawled on the floor, too excited to read the books that were assigned to him. She tried to move closer but the wooden floors were covered with dozens of paper.

Susan 's POV: Startled by the vivid dream, I'm abruptly jolted awake. The dampness between my legs serves as a tangible reminder of how my body responds to these forbidden fantasies. I can't shake his face from my mind—those captivating eyes, those lips that brought both pleasures and torment to my senses. "This is sheer madness," I whisper in despair, seeking solace in reciting the Lord's prayer. Waking up repeatedly due to these haunting dreams has become exhausting, and I long for a reprieve.

The streets were busy and crowded by the people even on Saturday afternoon. As the truck passed took the right turn to enter the Highland street. Charlotte noticed there are only sophisticated mansions and bungalows in the streets. The truck stopped before a simple and small house, in fact, that house is the smallest in the entire street. She got down from the car and stretched her hands and legs, following her Noah did the same.

The text on my screen stared back at me fiercely, and I stared at it like an innocent puppy led into a thick bush by a stranger. I loved the feeling I was getting… yet I still didn’t understand why I was scared. ‘It’s funny how you’ve been standing in front of that mirror, staring at your phone for over fifteen minutes. What’s the catch, Evans?’ Jane’s voice rang out from where she was lying. ‘Oh no, no, I was just getting ready for my appointment.’

The sky above the Carpathians began to glow with a faint, ionizing blue light. "We have two minutes," Minny said, dropping the flare gun. She sat down in the snow, looking suddenly small and tired. "There’s nowhere to run. The blast radius covers the entire valley." Jian dropped the ledger. The silver book, the key to his thirty-year obsession, lay forgotten in the mud. He looked at Jinyan. "Is this it, Brother? After all the basements, the basements, and the shadows... we die in a hole in the mountains?"

If they do, they don’t leave their homes. That night, after we shower and find clean clothes to settle into bed, I dream. Not of memories. Not of home. Of the space between. It’s changed. Darker now. The stars flicker. The golden light is dim and something waits. It watches me with ember eyes. I speak. "Who are you?" No answer. Only pressure. Presence. My soul flutters like a dying flame. Then it speaks. “You are mine now.” I wake, choking on air, waking Valeria as well.

"The Footnotes are narrow. If you step off the line, you’ll fall into a Draft that never made it to the final book. You could spend eternity as a character who almost existed." Mina gripped my sleeve. Her ring was pulsing a dull, rhythmic amber. "It feels... thin here, Cian. Like the air is made of tissue paper." We reached the bottom of the stairs, and the door opened not to the South, but to a place called Omission.

I didn’t know whether to curse her or thank her. So I did neither. I just stared up, willing myself to feel nothing. ** I kept my head down at first. Took a job at a small 24-hour diner tucked between a laundromat and a pawn shop. The kind of place with cracked vinyl booths, a stubborn coffee machine, and regulars who came more for routine than food. It was the perfect kind of ordinary. Predictable. Safe. No one asked where I came from. No one cared that I sometimes flinched at sudden noises or stared too long at the moon. I was just the quiet new girl who showed up on time and always remembered how each customer took their eggs.