My Own Little World Novels & Stories

“You think it’s eating cold ramen in a shitty apartment, begging for scraps from some asshole boss who barely tolerates you?” “Better than being your kept little fucktoy.” I shoot back, voice sharp enough to cut glass. His hand slams against the wall beside my head, hard enough to make me jump. But I don’t flinch. Fuck no. I glare up at him, breathing heavy, fury burning in my veins. “You’d rather have some broke-ass loser giving you scraps than have me hand you the whole damn world?” His voice is a growl, rough and possessive. “I want my own world, Alex. Something that’s mine—built with my own fucking hands.” I don’t care how much it sounds like a cliché. It’s what I need to say.

That time I really wanted to see the world again. I became happy. "I can't see and feel that world anymore." A world that "I" can't only appreciate. "That future." But in this world? "This is my room where I can sleep happily." The best place to stay. "In this past." I met Nero's. I met the Mamo's. I met Butt. I met Breast. I met Dick. I met Crep. I met the Devil's. I met Anus. I met the real God's.

"Because I don't want to let you go so now you're making up your own story?" Suddenly Yassi's eyes widened while looking at the prince. "You think I'm just making up my own story? Haven't you noticed from the first time we met until now that my speech and actions are different than the women here? Because I'm not really from this world. This world that what you think is not true but only a book was written by a great writer in my world and all of you here are just characters of this story. And that's why I am leaving your house to find the person who can help me to get out of the world it's a book. Because I want to go back to the real world. "

Dynasty asked, intrigued by the many fantastic people around Blake. “The Small World, well, it’s better to show you than explain,” Blake said, and soon their environment changed to a small village with classical music playing in the background. Dynasty’s eyes widened, and she looked around. The village was at the ocean’s edge, and she took a few steps to regain her balance since she was sitting at a dining table earlier. “Won’t the waiters be suspicious if we disappear like this?” Dynasty asked, looking back at Blake. “The Small World is in another timeline than Earth. A week here is an hour there. So no one will miss us if we stay for an hour or two.” Blake explained when thunderclouds bega

I chanted. I picked my song book...I've composed close to fifty songs but i guess it's all a waste. No one listens to it except me. I want the world to listen to my songs but... I opened to the first song i composed when i teen and started singing. 🎵The world is not too big. 🎵The world is not too small. 🎵When i look at the stars. 🎵I feel a gentle breeze by a long dream full of scent.

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.

The letter said: [Thank you, Jeffrey! I knew he was not coming back the moment I left the surgery room. However, I could not die yet. I had to make Justin’s dream come true. "To keep Garvos and its people peaceful forever." It might sound silly, a big tough guy who grew up around danger having such a sweet dream. However, I believed in him, and so did Garvos. I actually could see just fine. I only made myself blind because I was scared I could not fool you. Oh, by the way, you guys did a terrible job at imitating his voice.

I was almost getting there,when I heard someone singing. 🎶I close my eyes and I can see a world that's waiting up for me that I call my own.. Through the dark , through the door a world that's waiting up for me that I call my own They can ,they can say it all sounds crazy,they can say ,they can say I've lost my mind.. I don't care ,I don't care if they call me crazy ,we could live in a world that we design Cause every night I lye in bed the brightest colors fill my head ,a million dreams are keeping me awake..

“He held that child like the world revolved only around them.” “Of course. Because that child is his little world.” I let out a breath. “And my little world too. So please, don’t mess with its orbit right now.” Silence again. But heavier this time. “I feel like... like I’m the outsider here... or maybe I am? Dianna... I... I’m sorry.”

But slightly, fractionally, less alone. “Our daughter,” I say. And outside the examination room window, the city does its endless, indifferent thing. But in here, for this moment, the world is very small and very still and exactly the right size.