My Little Word Book Novels & Stories

Little me was in desperate need for love and affection, she was praying Kennedy and Robert would be a mommy and daddy. Finally came the cake, it was a chocolate cake, what little would say no to a chocolate cake, I had a generous slice that I devoured happily. Next was opening of presents for Robert he had some good ones and others he just closed back the box and gave his friends the third finger making me giggle. I stayed silent watching him open all his gifts giving thanks to each one for the none offending ones, lastly was Kennedy’s gift, it was the book she got from my job. He must he a bookworm like me. My little side wanted him to read me bed time stories.

There were neat, small sticky notes poking out from almost every single chapter. I opened to the first marked page. In Maverick’s handwriting, there was a note that read: “Does page 14 mean the data moves faster if you shorten the string? Let me know if I got that right.” I stared at the note, my heart feeling so light that I felt like a teenager again. I looked up at him, completely stunned. "Maverick... did you buy a coding textbook?"

"Dig in!" Felix, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes, mumbled a sleepy "Morning, Mom," as he reached for the maple syrup. Luna, always the early riser, greeted me with a bright "Good morning, Mama!" and dug into her cereal. Gina, being only four years old, remained quiet but couldn't help but giggle at the sound of her siblings chatting away.

Mother barely said anything but kept smiling. "I would love to attend the ball, but Judas-Caine might just ruin it for me." Carly couldn't stop laughing... "i never thought I'd see the day. Wow! A woman is put off by my brother? You really are his type." I shut my eyes to their chirping...this was going to be a long ride. And then she said-- "I'm famished" "Oh, I'm sorry darling, would you like a salad?" Mother offered. "Oh lord, no, Mrs Brex, I'm really craving a burger and a bucket of hot chicken wings with lots of cream and maybe noodle soup? I'm quite the loaded eater."

At the pillow she used. The books she left stacked carelessly on the side table. The soft traces of her still everywhere. Then I typed honestly before I could stop myself. Me: You. The typing bubble appeared immediately. Then stopped. Then appeared again. Little lamb: That’s unfairly attractive. My mouth curved slowly. Me: Truth usually is. Her reply came faster this time. Little lamb: Careful, Adrian. You’re starting to sound like someone’s boyfriend. The word hit again. Boyfriend. Too small for what I felt.

“You’re close, aren't you? If I dipped my hand down there, I just know I’d find you soaked.” More moans spilled from my lips, shameful and sweet. “Do you want me to make you cum?” I wanted to scream yes. I wanted to beg him for it. The orgasm was approaching like a freight train, and I knew it would be earth-shattering. And then his words struck me. ‘Little Hunter’. The fog snapped. I shoved off him with a burst of hysterical strength, my heart stuttering as I spun around to face the male who’d almost brought me to climax.

I just wanted him to give me my next move. Dad replied in only three words. Three insufficient words. “You should learn,” Dad threw my way. Between me standing and thinking of a reply, and Dad impatiently checking the time on his wrist, the elevator stopped. Dad got in. I didn’t want to get in too, but he stopped it from closing and looked at me with sharp questioning eyes. “Won’t you get in?” dad asked. I got in. I waited for the doors to close and for it to start moving before I said, “So?”

She automatically roam her eyes around. The wall paint is white. There is also a floor to ceiling glass wall covered with a moss green curtains. The Queen size soft bed has also a color moss green headboard. There no much furnitures inside except two bedside table and table good for two positioned near a rectangular hanging bookselves. There's no decoration in the the wall other than the round moss green wall clock. Her eyes widened when she noticed the time. "It's seven twenty-two already?" She roam around her eyes again.

she said pouting. "Hahaha! Of course, no!" This is really what Clyde is saying to his cousin. I’m happy with the fact that if Alexandria speaks, she's seem a teenager. She's only 6 years old yet her way of speaking doesn't fit her age. Twaine's Point of View :

"And close your eyes." "Okay, now you think of a word, Liz. A small one. But don't say it out loud, honey. Ready? Now spell it on your brother's palm." Liz nodded and traced each letter of her word with her tiny seven year-old finger. She had to write it twice before he could get it. "Cat?" Richard finally guessed. Liz giggled and their mother smiled. "Very good, you two. Lizzie, keep going until Richard guesses wrong. Let's see how many words you can get him to say."