Sorry Little One Novels & Stories

Nothing but rage. “The little one?” he squeaked. He wriggled, his happiness an obscenity. My mouth tasted sour. “The pigtails, and starfish hands, and laugh like, mmm, bubbles? It had been so long since I had one so small around to play my games, someone to hide under her blankets and pray I don’t exist. But I do, you see. I sing songs, all night, comforting, about things that, mmm, crawl in the dirt and things that will eat her eyes, and when she cries for Mama Luna, no one comes. ‘We’re all alone,’ I tell her. ‘They’ve all abandoned you,’ and I open my mouth and catch her tears, and they are so sweet, so sweet, so sweet . . . ”

Aubrey “Adonis was not at fault for his mother’s death! A stupid doctor who wouldn’t listen to his much better qualified nurse was!” I snap with a white heat, determined to defend my mate. “He was just an innocent baby!” “It’s alright, My Little Kitten. They have a right to their sorrow and anger, they lost her too. They lost someone they loved. I lost someone I never got the chance to know. They are allowed the sorrow,” Adonis soothes, but I see and feel his hurt.

Right now, the only thing separating us from the person in the next bed is the privacy curtains on both sides. “Hailey,” I say with a sigh when I hear my little girl giggling. “I’m sorry, daddy, but that room was wayyy too big and wonley.” I can’t even be mad at her especially when she pronounces the word ‘lonely’ that way. “That’s okay, pumpkin. Does you tummy still hurt?”

Nicole looked at the clock in the room and said, “I’m kind of in a hurry so I’ll make my story brief and comprehensive. After breaking your heart, I owe you an explanation my darling Muhammad.” Muhammad tried switching on the radio on his belt, in hope that anyone on the other end could listen to the conversation if the signal was restored. If Maryam and he were going to die tonight, their death might as well not be in vain. The most important thing was revealing the real identity of The First One.

She wasn't listening to Ashley who was trying to cheer her and Ethan up. Now our very first and only picture as a Squad is ruined. She thought gloomily. "You'll get your copy tomorrow," Aiden told them as they all departed.

I would make sure she was safe and loved, no matter what it took I felt a pang of sadness in my heart, and I placed a comforting arm around her small shoulders. "I'm so sorry, sweetie," I said. "That must have been so hard for you." The little girl looked up at me, her eyes filled with tears. "I don't have any other family," she said. "I'm all alone now." I was filled with pity for her My heart ached for her. No child should have to go through life without the love and support of a family. "I'm so sorry, lila," I said, reaching out to take her hand, "But you're not alone. I'm here for you now."

I slowly sat up and looked around me before following the gentle sound of a guitar being strung followed by two voices singing along to the music. I recognized the song. It was one of my favorite songs when I was little. They used to sing it to me every night before bed and I always wondered why but never asked because I loved that song. It was called let them be little by the lone star I could feel my eyes blur with tears the closer I got to the sound. I can remember when you fit in the palm of my hand. Felt so good in it, no bigger than a minute. How it amazes me, you're changing with every blink.

He just stood where he was. “Thank you again for coming. We couldn’t have done this without you,” Adina told the gods. “It was important for us to be here. We are sorry for what you have been put through, little one,” Absalom smiled. “It’s okay. I have a good life now,” Adina said. “And a new generation on its way. We will drop by once the little one is here,” Selene smiled. “You are always welcome,” Adina bowed her head, Sean and Colin mirrored her.

Alive. “One…”

Sent by The First Ones obviously. ******