The Little Crooked Tale Novels & Stories

This can't be happening. "What a peculiar taste," Trench Coat murmured, pulling away to meet my gaze. Surprise swirled in his dark eyes, a predator confused by its prey. "It would seem the little Hunter has some secrets untold. But fear not, that doesn't avert me from your charms. Quite the contrary. You fascinate me even more now."

he said. Inside were pages full of pencil sketches and short, clumsy sentences—none of them professionally done, all of them exactly him. There was a crooked family on the first page with two parents and a rescue dog named Bix. The second page had a sketch that looked suspiciously like our penthouse couch, with the caption: Where Tuesdays live. The book was a hand-made children’s story: The Little House That Held Tuesdays. Each page held a tiny adventure—the first puddle jump, the first burned pancake, the time a kite escaped and came back with a ribbon.

Third Person's POV A month later, all of the Moretti family's assets in Newmont had been liquidated. Fiora had been arrested and was facing 13 charges. Lorenzo wasn't prosecuted, but his name had become a joke in the city. The once-powerful Mafia Don was now left with nothing. He moved out of that villa, the one where Elena had been drenched with ice water and beaten by bodyguards. Before leaving, he stood at the entrance and looked at it for a long time.

I started before continuing, "He scolded me again to my embarrassment and he didn't even seem keen for holding my ribs and when I squeezed his right bicep to hang unto instead of falling on my ass. Yes, Cris, he didn't. So stop thinking about the damn seduction!" I admonished towards the ending. Christie huffed and let out a small chuckle before raising both her hands over her head in a gesture screaming 'surrender' before muttering around a soft laugh. "Alright, I'm guilty as charged. I'll stop thinking about it for now. Now, get on with the story."

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.

“ My best advise right now is for you to stop struggling and save your strength for your punishment last worm” His cold eyes moving all over her body , her tight gown moved up to her ass cheek Gerald scoffed at the sight in front of him. “ Fucking God knows why I agreed to pick you worm, medium ass and boobs . You’re kinda shapeless man “Roseanne became still on the bed in shame and embarrassment as she heard what he said Gerald scoffed once again and rolled his eyes and rolled her gown up finally revealing her fresh ass and her sexy red g string pant. Roseanne gulped down an swallowed an empty spit down her throat, she tried to struggle but her strength kept on failing her since she’s cuffe

Christian was also getting praised for catching a criminal and people were thanking him. “That bastard!” I punched the table. “How do you want us to respond?” A loud sound made me pause. Then a knock came. Rico opened the door. “There's a young lady requesting to see Boss. She has refused to leave and insist that we inform him about her presence,” I heard them talking and rolled my eyes. This wasn't the first time women had tried go get to me, thinking they could seduce me. “She called herself little kitten and wouldn't give her real name. Should I send her away?”

"I am very good at this cleaning job Sir and I can reassure you that I am no longer into..." "I never accused you of anything," Atlas cut her off taking another drag from his cigarette. "Martha the little slut," Atlas chuckled cupping her face in his hand as he raised her head so her eyes could meet his, he cupped her face in his hand squeezing tightly as Martha winced from the pain.