Lady Dimitrescu and a little called Elara

"Rayne..." Miranda said, head tilting in curiosity, "can Mommy see what you've made?" I hesitated, suddenly getting nervous. Then I nodded and stood aside. She leaned in slightly, her gaze moving slowly across the page. She didn't speak right away, and every second of silence made my stomach twist tighter. I waited for corrections. For critique. For neutrality. Instead, she straightened. "This," Miranda said calmly, "is excellent." I blinked. "It is?" "Yes." This is a spin-off to my first story Little Maid :) (Photo from pinterest/@emilynoellephoto)

Age regression story between mafia wives and a little called Lila.

Fawn, the quiet assistant of the Duke, accompanies him during a trade visit to Castle Dimitrescu. Small, polite, and visibly vulnerable especially with her paralyzed arm she immediately catches the attention of Lady Dimitrescu and her daughters. At first, the daughters treat the girl as little more than entertainment, testing her obedience, patience, and composure. They expect fear, resistance, or defiance but Fawn gives none. Instead, she responds with quiet respect and unwavering politeness, even when frightened. Lady Dimitrescu watches carefully. Beneath the girl's calm demeanor she senses something deeper: trauma, discipline, and a strange fragility that refuses to break. As the Duke's visits continue, Fawn spends more time inside the castle. Slowly, the daughters' curiosity turns into protectiveness, though they would never admit it aloud.

Sage, a 19 year old girl with a devastating past. With a troubled childhood and a messy last relationship it has left her being insecure and finds it hard to trust. She is also a little and known since she was 16 however her last relationship completely puts her off the idea of ever having a mommy again, let alone three. Harlow, Hazel and Iris, three gorgeous women who from first glance would probably look slightly terrifying, though they are all softies at heart. They are already in a very loving relationship with each other though they always knew something was missing. They have been looking for a little for years but with multiple failed attempts it has left them thinking about giving up. Until they found her.

A frightened girl. Two patient women. A series of small, gentle moments that slowly stitch a family together. Chloe wanders into Victoria and Cassidy's lives selling cookies- but stays because, for the first time, someone notices she's not okay. A tender story of healing, boundaries, and love in unexpected places. Non sexual age regression story. Contains heavy themes

Seventeen-year-old Aveline survives by being small and obedient....until the people meant to protect her fail completely. When her carefully controlled world collapses, two women step in and offer her something unfamiliar: safety, comfort, and love. **Content Warning** This book contains themes that may be distressing to some readers, including: * Child abuse (physical and emotional) * Child neglect and starvation * Domestic violence * Trauma and PTSD responses * Panic attacks and anxiety * Emotional manipulation and verbal abuse The story focuses on recovery, safety, and healing, but readers are encouraged to proceed with care and prioritize their well-being.

[Complete] At twenty years old, Willow Carpenter has nothing but the clothes on her back and the weight of her past. Homeless and alone. When the pain becomes unbearable, she age regresses, retreating into a childlike state where the world feels less cruel... Her life changes when she crosses paths with Iris Riviera and Delphine Fontaine. Mature Themes

Her name was written in golden ink, and nothing would ever be the same. Aurelia never imagined her quiet life would matter to anyone-until the Quill of Calling inscribed her name in glowing gold, marking her as chosen. Now she's a student at Crowned Star University, an ethereal academy hidden far from the world she knew, where future royals and magical beings are shaped into something greater. Within its velvet-draped halls, she finds freedom for the first time... and something else stirring-something forgotten, blooming slowly inside her. Her magic doesn't follow rules. It pulses with emotion, echoing fear, softness, longing. It reacts to dreams. To safety. To pain. And to them. There are whispers about the four princes-each one cloaked in power, mystery, and something she can't quite name. Wind, shadow, light, and stone. Their eyes linger too long. Their presence shifts the air. And somehow, without meaning to, Aurelia begins to belong to places-and people-she never thought would see her. But when a cursed book begins to pull on her soul, and a ghost starts whispering truths no one else dares speak, Aurelia must decide who she is: the girl who was written in gold... or the one who will rewrite the story entirely. * * * Contains age regression, mental health issues, graphic scenes, abuse

"...Is she feverish?" Harlow asked flatly. "I'm not feverish." I snapped. "You're babbling about falling out of the sky and magical doors," Harlow countered. "And your pupils are unfocused." "They are not unfocused!" Beladora stepped closer and cupped my cheeks, turning my face toward the light. "Oh, sweetheart... your eyes are a little glassy." I pulled my face back, groaning. "I'm not sick!" Harlow folder her arms. "Bel, get the thermometer." My jaw dropped. "Absolutely not." Beladora smiled warmly. Too warmly. "Absolutely yes." Harlow lifted me from the chair with one arm, like I weighed the same as a scarf and deposited me on her hip. (Picture from pinterst: @esterscanon)