Animal Story Book Novels & Stories

A place of peace and joy was in Adonis's room. Adonis looked at Alex with curious eyes, the boy's chubby mouth began to move to say something, Adonis's eyes lit up and the boy's clear voice rang out, attracting Alex's attention, the boy said. “Uncle Alex Today my teacher told me a story called "Beauty and the Beast". The ending of the story is very happy, a ferocious beast turns into a handsome man, so is this story true? Can a man turn into a beast and a beast can turn into a man?”

‘How would I know a cute rabbit could be that fierce’ ivory responded angrily. Anita threw two books at ivory which she caught. ‘Why are you giving me these’ ivory asks. ‘Since you don’t want my help you should at least know how help yourself…one book contains details about animals in this world while the other is a technique book’. Ivory looks at the technique book ‘ice dome…I could learn this at the library’. ‘How many times do I have to tell you, my stuffs aren’t ordinary…that ice dome has the ability to protect the user and whoever is inside an…’

In as much as I'm ready to protect my son, I don't know how to wipe down that one incident down. It was in a small community center just across town. Rows and rows of books filled the room. Derrick was immediately lost between shelves, holding up colorful titles with wide eyes. "Mom! Aunt Lila! Look! Dinosaurs and Space Explorers in one book!" "Get it," Ava laughed, grabbing it for him. "And maybe this one too? It's about wolves." "Like the ones in your stories?" he asked. She nodded. "Exactly." Derrick shrugged, already marching toward the fantasy book section like he owned the place. "Books are my best friends. They don't yell. They don't lie. They just tell stories."

“Yes, that’s a good idea.” We settled into our spots—Victor on one side of Jasmine and me on the other. I pulled out the storybook I had brought, a collection of fairy tales with colorful illustrations that Jasmine loved. As I began to read, Victor’s gaze softened. He settled comfortably, leaning back against the headboard with a contented sigh. “Once upon a time,” I began, my voice gentle and rhythmic, “in a land far, far away, there was a magical forest where all the animals lived happily together…”

It was late by the time I got home to pack. I sat down on the couch and glanced over at the dining table. It was a mess. There were dishes everywhere, as well as a plate of braised short ribs Dexter was known for and a pasta bake Brianna had been perfecting since forever. It wasn't hard to picture the two of them in the kitchen together while Brianna's ankle healed, cooking side by side, then sitting across from each other over drinks. And the diary I'd filled to 100 pages was underneath one of the dishes, used as a trivet. It was covered in grease stains.

We talked for hours as the night wore on. “You really thought about quitting because of burnout?” I asked, tracing a finger along his chest. “Yeah. Days blurred together. Then you started coming in regularly. Made me look forward to shifts again.” He smiled in the low light. “What about you? Why history?” “I like stories that last,” I said. “People who lived real lives hundreds of years ago. Makes my problems feel small.” We laughed softly. Then the touching started again. This time I climbed on top, riding him slow while we kept talking. He looked up at me like I was something special. His hands roamed my body, squeezing my breasts, guiding my hips.

Side by side, Christina and I strolled through the gallery, taking in the vibrant artwork. Christina's love and knack for art were off the charts. She had a way of uncovering the hidden tales in each piece from angles no one else seemed to see. "Erick, check out this painting." She gestured towards an oil painting named 'Nirvana', her eyes alight with excitement. "It's a phoenix rising from the ashes, feathers scorched but eyes blazing with hope and strength for what's ahead. It reminds me of you." Her words caught me off guard, and I turned to her.

“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

He turned the page, “I’ve never seen this before.” Aria leapt onto the table. The next two pages were all text about this little fairy that lived in the woods to the far south and was supposedly responsible for keeping that forest green and lush. However, there was also cautioning that they enjoyed causing trouble. What else is in this book?

"Then how to tell the story?" "It's supposed to be like this. The little rabbit jumped across the bridge happily. The big bad wolf hid behind a huge rock. There was long, long saliva coming out of his mouth, and he was staring at the little rabbit with his red eyes wide open. The little rabbit also had a pair of red eyes. She also stared at the big wolf. The big wolf thought that the little rabbit was going to eat him. First he was frightened, and then he remembered that he was a big wolf and he was strong..."