Small Steps Novel Novels & Stories

Emma’s heart skipped. “I made it just a minute ago.” Vivian narrowed her eyes. “Are you calling me a liar?” “N-No…” “Then get on your knees.” Emma slowly knelt. The cold marble bit into her skin as she reached for the broken pieces. A sharp fragment sliced into her palm. She flinched. A tiny drop of blood landed on the spotless white floor. Vivian noticed it immediately. “Don’t stain my floor!” Emma quickly wiped the blood away with the sleeve of her old sweater before picking up the remaining pieces.

'I am the Aiden Knight, a millionaire at 25, among the top ten most eligible bachelors of the year according to Forbes. I can get anything and anyone I want, Except one, that's my step sister. I cannot have the one thing I crave desperately' my stepsister. Our story started in Texas. I went on a business trip to look at one of my restaurants in texas. That's when I saw her, Aria William, my memorable one nightstand. And I didn't know that she is my step-sister.

Sigh. Have you ever felt that you have to go but cannot make that first step? That is how I feel today. Cassy and Caleb’s story has ended, yet I feel sad at the thought of saying goodbye. I started this story December 2023, and since then, it has brought me so many firsts: * First book with more than 200 chapters, * First book with 200k+ words, * First book with a banner promotion, * First book with highest reads at 70.2k to date, and

the doctor said to Jessica, Noah, and Austin with an apologetic look. Jessica shuddered and nearly collapsed to the floor at the shocking news. Luckily, Noah caught her before she fell. Meanwhile, Austin felt his head buzzing loudly. He suddenly recalled a prayer place located on top of a hill on the outskirts of the city. Whoever managed to climb up all 100 steps would have their wish granted. He pressed his lips together and immediately left the hospital. There were exactly 100 steps leading up to the prayer place, just as the legend said there would be. The architectural style of the building was local yet stunningly beautiful.

Nalini I had learned long ago how to make myself small. It was a skill carved into me by years of quiet survival—by knowing when to lower my gaze, when to soften my steps, when to become part of the background so thoroughly that even cruelty forgot I was there. That morning, I moved through Selene’s house the way I always did: silently, efficiently, carrying the weight of everything unsaid in the careful balance of my spine.

I, Richard Newman, had been together with my girlfriend, Shanine Graham, for a long time. She was very innocent. Even though she had already given me her first time, she remained extremely conservative in bed. Unfortunately for her, I was the kind of guy who liked a little more excitement. I had bought her plenty of sexy stockings and outfits before, but she refused to wear any of them. It left me feeling disappointed, feeling as if something thrilling was missing from my life. One day, Shanine suddenly suggested that we go on a trip to relax. However, the day before we were supposed to leave, she suddenly changed her mind and insisted on bringing her best friend, Phoebe Norton, along.

Charlie scrutinized me, his hand gently pressing against my chest. "It seems to be too tight here. Let me press it down for you," he said in a whisper, tracing my sensitive pads with his fingers. I gasped quietly as my body trembled involuntarily. "C-Charlie… Be gentle, it t-tickles," I rasped, pleading softly at him, but he didn't seem to hear me. Instead, he began kneading my chest more forcefully, and I had no choice but to surrender to him, letting him do as he pleased while I enjoyed the stimulating pleasure.

Small Acts of Freedom The kettle clicked off. The sound, though small, startled me. It had been a long day at work, and the silence of Sheila’s apartment made every noise feel louder than it should. I stood in the kitchen staring at the steam rising from the spout, half-wondering how I got here, how I had made it this far.

“Be careful on those steps. And try not to get your fingers all over everything. The oils from your skin will ruin my books.” I nodded. “I’ll be careful,” I replied. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and switched on the flashlight, then descended down the stairs. With each step, the air became colder. By the time I got to the bottom, it was almost frigid. I found myself in a surprisingly small room, but it was still packed with books. The walls were made of bookshelves, and there were a few glass cases that housed extremely decrepit old tomes. Unlike upstairs, everything seemed to be neatly organized.

She talked slowly, making sure not to push me. I see a blue book near me, I softly ran my fingers over its top. "I didn't expect it either." My voice was barely above a whisper. "It started with only one sentence." Warm understanding filled Liliana's smile. "One sentence is still a beginning." Slowly nodding I saw how warm those words were. I thought I could be the person I once was in one night. Maybe I did not need to rush right away. Perhaps walking one step at a time was enough.