Synopsis

She isn't short. She is bite sized.
Anita Rosaline Nightshade has always been small.
4'11 height but a 6'7ft attitude.
She might be small, but she sure is feisty.
But no one knows of the feisty little beast, because no one ever made her angry.
Until he steps in...
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"Stop picking me up!" I whined, pouting.
His eyes turned a shade darker as a small smirk played at his lips. He bent down and kissed my cheek. "I can't, your so tiny."
I huffed, crossing my arms. "I'm not tiny. I'm average."
"More like bite sized." He laughed. "I will call you My little bite size Anita."
But everyone knew she was the Little Bite Luna.