My Little Tyrant Novels & Stories

Wilson growls. “Calling me a bitch or ‘Foxy’ hasn’t gotten old in the last twenty years, for you has it? Well, it is old and tiring for me,” I say as I storm up to the counter and order two grande skinny iced coffees with 2 pumps each of coconut and caramel syrups. “Wilson, leave your little pet alone! I have these girls waiting for us over at the packhouse,” his Beta, Terrance says. “Let’s get our nails done after we get some clothes and I’ll text Daddy to arrange your tickets and apartment with Mr. Zachariah,” Avery says.

he says in a sad voice, I get what he means if this place wasn't kink-friendly we'll all have to hide a big part of ourselves behind closed doors. I once read a story, it's called littles academy, a world where everyone is either sub or dom, and littles are regular and real things, I loved that book and the author is awesome. But sadly outside of this company walls showing my little self would be a big mistake people would judge and talk badly about you.

"No matter what things look like...danger can't be measured by looks alone. I could always hurt you, little songbird. From the moment I asked you to perch at my side and let me feed you. I could've hurt you." "But you didn't," "But I could've. And I still could. Don't get too comfortable little songbird. Don't let your wings rest too much, or you'll forget how to fly away when danger comes."

“Speaking of tomorrow, are you ready for another day, Lily? You’ve got to wake up bright and early.” Lily nodded enthusiastically. “I’m so ready! I’m going to learn more things and play with Ella. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll get to pet Mr. Nibbles.” Emma raised an eyebrow. “Who’s Mr. Nibbles again?” Lily gasped dramatically, as if Emma had forgotten the most important thing in the world. “Mommy! Mr. Nibbles is the class hamster!” “Oh, how could I forget?” Emma said, laughing. “Did you get to see him today?”

"There's nothing to be afraid of, but we'll leave a little light on just in case." Tyler nodded, his eyelids already starting to droop heavily as he snuggled deeper into the nest of blankets. "Will you read me a story, Lavi? Please?" I couldn't resist the plaintive tone. I sank down on the edge of the mattress and reached for the stack of picture books on the nightstand. "You know I can never say no to that sweet little face. What'll it be tonight - Curious George? The Little Engine That Could?" "No, no, I want the dragon one!" Tyler insisted, struggling to keep his eyes open as I flipped through the titles.

, will you make me better? I could hear the suggestiveness behind the text, my face immediately felt hot Red: Don’t be silly, I’m watching you right now . Michael : Obsessed much little Red Red : It’s a coincidence I looked back up at the TV, a smile graced his lips , it made me smile too Michael: Whatever you say Red Red : I’m not lying Michael: Okay little Miss Red Red : I’m not little Michael: Yeah, you are so big . I glared at the TV, even if he can’t see me . This little brat is teasing me

The owl was gone. I walked towards the window and looked at the kingdom below. It was peaceful. Too peaceful. How could people laugh beneath the rule of a tyrant. Were they blind? Or was I? Nothing made sense. “It doesn’t matter,” I murmured to myself. “I’ll kill him anyways.” As if it was as easy as I said it. He was stronger. Smart. Always three steps ahead. If I wanted to defeat him, I had to go down to his pathetic level.

I tried to shove him away as he was too far close for my comfort zone but he didn't even flinch. But what did I expect, he stood like a wall. "And what made you think I'll give in to you?" I ask, mostly in a whisper. He let's out a smirk and moves away. Finally. "Now I see you have a dirty mind as well, cute and sexy" he says and laughs. Huh! What does he mean?. "But that's not what I meant my little kitten" he adds. And how dare he call me little kitten. "I want you to babysit my child" he utters. His what now?.

Not unless it was for a claiming ceremony. The rumors about Giselle were a smokescreen. A story I crafted so I could walk through the one door in the entire North that I needed to open. The night of the Blood Moon finally came. Torin led his men into the quarters, heading straight for the third row, seventh room. The moment he pushed the door open, a scent hit him. It was an indescribable aroma—delicate and sweet, yet tinged with a hint of bitterness. Most importantly, it was a scent that made his own wolf spirit tremble.

Sarah commented on the third day. "I like taking care of them." Gia smiled as she wiped the face of Tommy, a two-year-old. "Gia! Story!" Lucy, a little girl with blonde curls, called out. "The Little Mermaid again?" She asked with a big smile. "Yes!" Seeing the children gave her hope, she would soon have one of her own, although no one could know yet, her belly was not yet noticeable under her loose clothing. At night, in the solitude of her new home, she wrote in a diary everything she could not tell anyone.