Small Wonder Book Novels & Stories

Devika’s Pov The air here is super awkward and weird. It’s a miracle that we managed to get through breakfast in one piece. I’m sited with a book in my hands yet I can’t get myself to read it, as my mind keeps drifting to the guys. At one corner is Lucian, leaning casually on the wall and glancing at me from time to time. At the other end of the room is Damian and Aaron hushing lowly. I can’t help but feel sorry for Lucian though, it seems like they don’t want him anywhere close to them.

It’s not a particularly good smell—no one would make a cologne out of it—but it eases my chest and makes me feel languid and weightless, like I’m floating in space. I’m hardly paying attention as Justus takes all the books out of the crate to get a hardback at the very bottom. I hadn’t noticed it earlier. It’s an old children’s book. Thumbelina. The fabric cover is threadbare in places, and the gold embossed lettering is tarnished. I remember the story vaguely from the early years at Moon Lake Academy. It’s a human fairy tale.

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 world had returned to small humiliations and silly victories, and it was intoxicating. By mid-afternoon we drifted toward the quieter side of the shopping street, where smaller shops clustered — a bookshop with a bell that sang when the door opened, a tiny florist, and then the one that made my steps slow without my permission: a baby boutique. It sat between a bakery and a tailor, its window dressed in soft pastels and tiny hangers holding impossibly small clothes. A knitted blanket draped like a secret across the display, and mobile animals swayed slowly as if asleep.

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

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I clicked back to the messages to reply. Rebbeca: That’s a very special number, happy birthday little girl. Me: “tank you very much you have pwetty picture” Rebbeca: “Thank you, baby girl, I like the sloth picture. is that your favorite animal?” Me: “Wes, he’s the best, he can sleep all day and not move” Rebbeca: “Are you in school little girl?” Me: “Wes, I a senior” Rebbeca: “Really what a smart girl”

Mother Agnes says. "Okay," I say. I follow Mother Agnes to another room. Libby follows up, bringing the book. There is a table with candles and a black and purple cloth resting neatly on it. The three of us sit at the table. Libby scoots the book to Mother Agnes for her to open. Mother Agnes says something over the book in almost a whisper. The book opens. The book seems to take on a life of its own. The page race from the beginning to the end and then settle on the first page.

Towards the back, I found more crystals and among them was the high-rank mana accumulator I was looking for. On my way to buy it, I noticed they had a small section of different books for sale. As I looked at what was for sale, I saw they were all to do with magic. Apart from one of them, one was a book on parenting, 'Babies first fire, a new parents guide for newborns. Is this a magic shop or a baby store? I'm glad Larry can't see what book I'm looking at; I just know he would tease me again if he knew...'

Sort of. My fingers fumbled toward the nightstand. I grabbed the glass of water Rosa always left there and downed half of it in one breath. But the shaking didn’t stop. I turned toward the small shelf near the window and reached for a book. The only thing that could slow my mind down enough to breathe. I flipped the lamp on. Its golden glow bathed the cover in warmth. “The Kingdom of Soft Stars.” A children’s fairytale. Sweet. Magical. It was about a young girl named Elara who could speak to the stars. But the stars only whispered at night—and only if you were brave enough to be alone in the dark.