A Story Book Novels & Stories

The little girl nodded and handed over her the book of maps which she kept under her pillows and requested her mommy to explore, “Tell me from this…” Mommy replied with hesitation, “A map book! But, what story will I cook from this? Can I tell from any other storybooks? The little girl replied with a cute face, “Mommy…no. Please tell a story from this book. Please…please…can you do it for your baby girl?” Mommy agreed with a sigh, “Alright. I know you are good at convincing others with your eyes”. Mother opened the map book and explored it and took the index finger of her daughter and placed it in the middle of the page, started explaining what had been written and what it exactly meant to b

“Not really. It was one of the bedtime story our mother used to read it to us. And yeah, if you might have guessed it, Raven liked the story, actually until now, he still does, seeing that he named you after the fairy. He must have seen himself a real beast. Well, kind of. He can be with his strictness and uptight attitude… But if you also like the story you can always ask him the book, I am sure it is still around. Ju--” Crowden was cut off when a voice came behind me and suddenly there was a kiss placed on top of my head. “What book?” It was Raven. “Antheia: Taming the Beast” Crowden uttered the title and I saw how Raven frowned. “You told her the story?” “Yeah, coz you did not tell her… w

Alain suspected that his best friend was actually a stalker. “And, at the first meeting, he didn’t even glance at me. What was that? Even though I was right in front of him earlier, the look in his eyes never even fell on me. Am I not beautiful enough, Al?” The girl often used the nickname ‘Al’ for her best friend. Alain often complained about the choice of the nickname, but the girl didn’t bother. For him, the nickname ‘Al’ was like the symbol of the chemical element Aluminium, and that was not a good nickname. Moreover, the element had the atomic number 13, and he believed that 13 was an unlucky number.

"Do you read this? Or is it your thatha's book?" I asked doubtfully. "I do read this book. I have the whole series. It's a gift from one of the competitions I won." He chuckled and sat on the other chair. "Oh, that's great! Everybody tells this book has a compilation of heart touching incidents. Is that true?" I asked curiously as my main time killer is books. And I would love books like these. "Yes, it has the wonderful collections of the people's hearts which would strongly affect our heart! Shall I tell you the story that affected my heart the most? But I am not good at storytelling, but I will shortly tell you the core of that incident."

But he also need some time off and the one that he learned about reading stories and novels was Grindel himself So he was just thrilled with the idea that there could be storybooks or novels inside the library. Grindel, upon advising Aiden from the past he always bought stories from the market and one time Aiden caught sight of it when Grindel was busy with something. He couldn't contain his curiosity and so he opened the book only to find that it was a book that was a story of someone and that's the time he was intrigued as well as captivated by one book. One book different from what he’s usually reading

But that evening when she began to read, she found it all só facianting that she did not stop until the book was over. I will not tell you all that was written in the book for it was a very big book and if I did só, it might have more of this book than the actual story. But I can tell you ah bit to satiate your curiosity. Buckle up, sailor! This is the story of the pirate family B.

I punched the bridge of my nose and rubbed my temples, telling the stress that had chained me to release me from it's shackles. Jade's turn and she told a story that had already been written by some author known as Godwin Hosanna Aga. The book was named in the deep and it was about some girl named Hephzibah and it was pretty interesting and scary the way my baby sister had told it with a touch light under her chin, illuminating her face and weird canines. "And that is, in the deep!" Jade screamed, stomping her feet on the floor and howling like a wolf.

“Quiet doesn’t mean unbothered. Just good at hiding it.” We fell into silence. The only sound was distant thunder rumbling above ground. I wondered how long we’d be down here. Minutes stretched. My mind wandered to how close he was. How alone we were. “Tell me something,” I said finally. “Why’d you become a librarian? You don’t seem like the type who likes being stuck behind a desk all day.” Mr. Kane exhaled softly. “Books don’t talk back. They don’t expect small talk. I like the order. And the stories. What about you? History major with a focus on obscure trade? That’s not common.”

“Hey… about what you saw earlier.” She jumped, clutching the book to her chest. “I—I didn’t see anything. I swear. I won’t tell anyone.” I smiled softly and stepped even closer, backing her gently against the shelves. “Relax. Professor Harlan and I… we have an understanding. But I saw how you looked at us. You didn’t run away because you were scared. You ran because it turned you on, didn’t it?” Her cheeks burned brighter. She shook her head quickly. “No… that’s not… I’m not—”

Stefany replied with a smile. "The story is very interesting and makes me feel happy." "Your favorite book?" Mr. Frank looked at his daughter with a sharp gaze, as if searching for the truth in Stefany's words. "What's the title?" the father inquired. "Oh, the title is Adventures in the Mist. The book is about friendship and adventures in the wild." Stefany explained, trying to sound convincing to her father. "Through that book, I learned a lot about the importance of friendship." Mr. Frank was silent for a moment, nodding slowly. "Sounds good. I hope you can take lessons from that book," the father said again.