Novel & Cerita My Little Life

On my birthday, my acceptance letter from Mar University finally arrived. Mom even did something completely out of character: she ordered my favorite strawberry cake. For a moment, I thought my parents had finally remembered that today wasn’t just the day for my brother’s medical checkup—it was my birthday, too. However, right after I blew out the candles, Mom pulled out my brother’s acceptance letter from a local community college. “Mason, your brother didn’t do well in his SATs, so he’ll only be able to get into a community college,” she said. “His health is poor, and he can’t handle the stress of retaking the SATs.” Dad cleared his throat, assuming his usual stance as the head of t

Lizzy smiled, still staring away into the living room. “Then suddenly, Little Index found itself in Kenya living a busy life. Pushing fabric through sewing machines and saving local girls from a life on the streets. Little Index injected life-giving medicine into sick kids and stroked their brows when they were sad. It traced figure of eights in the sand and made the kids smile.” He traced circles on the palm of her hand as he spoke. When he paused, she braced herself for his next words.

I frowned, looking down at her, “Of course. They’re amazing. Aunt Hayley and Uncle Liam won’t let anything happen to Audrey” “They let her get lost” “That wasn’t their fault. She got taken. Uncle Liam fought for so long to get her back. There was this war… this war to find her. They love Audrey. I promise” “Small” “What?” “Small, call her Small please” the girl mumbled. I only nodded, brushing her hair with my fingers. She’s had a long day and didn’t need me fighting with her. Her shoulders slacked after a while, her breathing becoming longer. She had fallen asleep.

I didn't sleep after the photograph. How could I? I sat on the floor of Julian's private study, barefoot, in his t-shirt, holding a yellowed photo of a 10-year-old me with a missing tooth and an ugly fish, and a 15-year-old Julian scowling while holding my ponytail so I wouldn't fall into the sea, with blue ink on the back: Little Fish — 2008 — She said she will marry me when she grows up so I don't have to be alone. I said okay. — J

Lizabella “Pearl!” I chased the little girl around the living room, my laughter mixing with hers in bright, breathless bursts. “Come here, you little rascal!” I called, stretching my arms toward her as she ducked beneath the low glass coffee table, her small feet pattering like raindrops on the marble floor. Her dark curls bounced wildly, and her giggles echoed off the high ceilings.

MARRIED AT SIXTEEN 2 💘 (DARK ROMANCE WITH THE ONE I HATE) Written by: Authoress Ricky ✍️ Forty four✍️ LISA Am Lisa Nicole, I live in a family of three consisting of my parents Mr and Mrs Nicole ,and me. Do you want to know how it feels to be the only child of the house. I know every girl is dying to be in my shoes but I wish I had a younger siblings.

To this home where I am accepted and wanted and this feeling…it’s just the beginning of our life. Onyx lifts my hand to his lips and kisses it as flower petals cascade down on us and I look up to see Hammy, Anna, Ty and even Dylan dumping boxes of fresh petals on us. It’s cheesy, and I stole it from a movie, but right now my life feels like a movie. So it’s perfect. This is my childhood dream come true. And I don’t mean the party. I mean the love surrounding me. I wanted a party when I was a girl because people showed up for the ones they loved. They wanted to help make things happen and see them smile.

Lately, ever since Little Luc dropped from the sky with his wings tugged on his hack, my happiness has come from simple, simple things. Be it a stroll in the park, the sound of his little laugh, and sleeping next to Anna at night. That plus pouring my heart into the keyboard and typing down the musings of my brain. Life was peaceful the way it was, and yes; there were shitty bumps here and there, but I would choose this life over everything else.

The photo was crumpled and thrown on the floor, but I could still clearly see the man's face. I walked out of the room in disappointment. Unexpectedly, I saw a little girl standing in front of Elie's room. "You're not Eli," said the little girl. To my surprise, "You know Elie Jenner, don't you?" The little girl nodded, her voice sad, "Last time she took my candy. She promised to buy me a pack of candy, but she didn't." I laughed, then fumbled in my backpack. No candy, but I have cash. So I gave the little girl a 20 dollar bill, "You can buy your own candy."

He was a twisted man, but he never said he was sane. Just when he thought his life had no other purpose beside working and dying, wasting his time on work and worldly pleasure, he stumbled across young Lana. The little girl had just lost her father over a year earlier, she was so small in comparison to the adults around her, she was so beautiful, and so pure.