Willem A Little Life Novels & Stories

Swiftly and discreetly, I snapped a picture and uploaded it with a clever caption. "Chilling at my penthouse" I nonchalantly declared, my voice dripping with confidence as I basked in the luxurious surroundings. This opulent space belonged to none other than Ryan, and I reveled in the exclusive status it afforded me. In a society that seemed to disdain the less fortunate, I felt compelled to live up to the standards set by the wealthy elite. I spared no expense in my pursuit of beauty and extravagance, viewing it as a necessary means to showcase my capabilities. Some might call it a facade, a shallow existence, but I vehemently disagreed.

'Livv Markov the son of the great Alejandro Markov issued to be smuggling illegal substances, prostitution and selling children' Slowly, precise Livv, I'll watch you fall slowly after, I will bring death to you with my own hands. I saw Henry walking inside the room, I look at him with a grin plastered on my lips. "Where's Livv?" I asked him. "Out, he said I should keep you safe, and away from here," He said, I nodded and walks inside my room grabbing my bag.

- Willy says as he walks down the stairs toward his alpha, craning his neck in submission. Dylan pulls the boy up and hugs him. - Willy, congratulations my boy, for finding your mate. Willy smiles and blushes when the alpha looks at the mark he shows on his neck. Donna comes down the stairs and, extending her hand to Dylan, greets him saying: - This baboon forgot to introduce me. My name is Donna and I'm Willy's mate. Willy whimpers and Dylan grabs Donna's hand and kisses the back of her hand, unable to stop laughing. Willy was struck to a mate that was going to make his life very interesting.

Soon enough his pout is gone and we're all laughing and joking, someone catches my eye and I look up to find Liam walking towards us with willow in the crock of his arm, she looks so small in his arm, and seeing how he is with all the babies does nothing to help ease my crush, will it ever end? Both Brooke and I arranged this party together for Bella's birthday and as I sit here looking around, I feel really proud of us, everything is princess themed, there's a castle, a huge sandpit, a DJ with a bubble machine, a face painter, magician, 3 real-life princesses, a huge 3 tier cake and way too much food plus banners balloons and lots of cute little party hats. All the children from the pack ar

Ophelia rolled her eyes and kept walking, but the whispers clung to her like perfume. Lilith caught up beside her. “You know, I could actually see that happening.” “Nothing happened.” Lilith arched a brow. “You’re lying. Your pupils dilated when you said that.” Ophelia groaned. “You’re impossible.” “And Carl is delicious. So technically, you're just human.” Before she could respond, Carl walked past them. He didn’t speak. Didn’t smirk. But he brushed Ophelia’s fingers with his. The contact was brief. Barely there.

~~~~~ Wei went home to rest for a while, he wouldn't be going to work until the afternoon so he took some time for himself, and spent it all having a good sleep. He woke up in time for lunch. He wasn't really hungry, though. Maybe he could just make an exception to his healthy diet for today and just eat pancakes... Andrew loved to make pancakes and it was an easy thing to do so he could let him do it, with a bit of supervision, of course. Never trust someone who can't die alone with gas stoves. Wei was still dwelling on that when the doorbell rang. He stood still where he was, did he hear right? Could it be that maybe they were ringing at the neighbours?

This person provided a ton of key info just to bring down their competitor. And that person's last name was Carver. After thanking the police, I left the station. On the way home, I remembered a weird phone call I'd gotten once. The number was unfamiliar, and all I could hear on the other end was muffled sobbing. I lifted my head and looked up at the blazing sun. Its warmth washed over me. "What do you feel like eating today, babe?" Julian asked, his eyes crinkled into a smile. "Anything you make will be perfect," I said.

I choked out, my entire body trembling as I stared at the pistol in his hand, waiting for the inevitable. “You owe me a considerable sum, one I’m certain you can’t afford. So, why don’t I help you out by making your life easier?” He flashed a wicked smile, lifting the gun slightly. “I could take that burden off your shoulders by taking your life.” “No, no! Please!” I screamed, my voice breaking as a gunshot rang out. The bullet whizzed past me, so close I could feel the heat of it. My heart lodged in my throat. “Almost,” he laughed, clearly enjoying the fear twisting through me.

Hunter says and I gave him a glare. "I don't know what that word means," I lied. "How about we all get some coffee? And get to talking?" Logan asks, I love the coffee, I know it's mostly milk but it tastes good. "Okay," I say with a giant pout on my face. We took a seat in the living room, and they made me sit facing them, I looked at them with the same pouting face. "As William has explained being a little means being a lot younger than what you are now, it's a new way to live your childhood all over again, and it's a good chance to have a better life," Hunter starts.

After another hug, and a cool nod to Lucille, she left. It was odd how the two of them were like oil and water considering they were actually related by blood. Lilith was Lucille’s aunt but it didn’t stop her lips from pursing in displeasure whenever the younger woman came around. Lucille herself made a face at her aunt’s retreating back, the distaste clearly mutual. Once Lilith was gone, she sauntered over to me. “Hi loverrr. Shall we resume from where we got interrupted the last time? I’ve missed you so desperately.” She all but purred. It was only mildly tempting to take her up on her offer.