My Little Tyrant Novels & Stories

My hand looked tiny compared to the girth of his forearm. "Yes my Alpha," I replied.

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.

"I want tatie." "Alright", I couldn't help but to laugh. "I'll buy you the doll that looks like your tatie." I scanned it as I put it into the trolley. Sara wasn't this thin nor straight, she had sensuous curves and was smaller than me which made her sexiness mix with a cuteness that I couldn't describe.

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.