Tiny Library Novels & Stories

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”

All I could think of was Kung-fu Panda, as I gave one of the bars that stuck out a spin. Mac used a key to unlock the door at the end of the hall. Mac had converted the master bedroom into a mini-hospital. Two stainless steel tables, IV stands, bandages, medicines, and a small refrigerator that I could only assume held blood. The only thing missing was a doctor. The window curtains were closed, with a thick blanket hanging behind them. There were bars after that which people wouldn't see from the outside. Mac closed the door behind him. He didn't say anything for a bit, measuring my reaction so far.

Sent back… The words bounced around inside my head for a few moments, unable to find a place to settle. The AI brother who had walked into my home when I was 14—stealing my bedroom, my place in the family, and everything that was mine—had just been sent back. Like a defective piece of merchandise, he was packed into a box, slapped with a return label, and shipped right back to the factory. Sapphire walked over to my bedside. Her steps were heavy, as if her legs were weighted with lead. She stood there for a moment, then suddenly collapsed into a crouch, burying her face in her hands.

Slim I leaned against my car in the parking lot, waiting for the familiar sound of the bell to signal the end of the school day. Feeling restless, I absentmindedly touched the cut on my cheek, then reached for the cigarette I had tucked behind my ear. I lit it up and took a deep drag, letting the smoke fill my lungs before exhaling slowly. As the bell rang, I dropped the cigarette on the ground and extinguished it with my shoe. The doors swung open, and students spilled out, eager to escape the building. People approached me, much to my displeasure. Being popular seemed to make sense to others, but it held no appeal for me. I disliked social interactions of any kind, but I tolerated them.

I said, producing a small black box. “I swear to God Minus…,” she began to protest. “Would you relax?” I said, handing it to her. “It’s not an engagement ring.” “What is it?” she asked nervously. “Just open it, you lunatic,” I ground out, and Boston whinnied in reply. “See, even he wants you to open it.” Cricket finally flipped the lid open and screwed up her face. “What the heck is this little thing?”

Add it to your library please. .

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.

With love, Great.