Babygirl Book Novels & Stories

Nothing came out of my mouth, I was completely amazed by everything I was seeing. Dominic ran when I put him on the ground. I was about to run after him and grab him, but Ella said it was safe and that there was no one else besides us and the nanny inside. Dafne, a cheerful and enthusiastic young woman, she would be Dominic’s nanny and now I think I’ll have someone to talk to here. "In this notebook are all the notes you need to know. Your son’s school schedule, the days of Russian classes, music lessons and so on… if you want to include any activities, just say so and add them to the schedules and we’ll fit everything in, without bureaucracy."

She looked at Daniel. She looked at Elena. She looked at Theo and Kai. Then she reached out. Her hand trembled. Amara lifted the baby slightly. Nia took him. She held him against her chest. She looked down. The baby opened his eyes wider. He looked at her. Nia’s breath hitched. She whispered, “Hello, Alexander Junior.” The baby made a small sound. Nia cried—quiet, deep. She rocked him gently. “I’m your Aunt Nia,” she said. “I’m going to love you so much. I’m going to tell you about your cousin. I’m going to teach you how to be brave. I’m going to be here. Every day. I promise.”

A cruel, knowing smile curved her red lips. "I heard the news, Julian. The 'Secret Baby.' The 'Struggling Assistant.' It’s all very... Dickensian," Sienna laughed, flicking a stray hair over her shoulder. "But I think you’ve forgotten something important. Or rather, someone." "I haven't forgotten anything," Julian said, his voice dropping to a dangerous level. "Leave. Now."

Kael is already moving, crossing the room in two long strides. He takes the book before it can crush her toes. “Too big,” he says mildly. “Start smaller.” He hands her a slim volume instead. Her eyes light up. “Pictures?” she demands. “No,” he says. “Words. Bianca has picture books. This is…for later.” She hugs it anyway. “I read,” she declares. “Of course you do,” I mutter. “You’re my kid.” She toddles off toward the door with her trophy.

She tucked herself back into her blouse and hoisted the baby onto her shoulder as she continued to rock back and forth and firmly pat the infant on the back. The young girl sat forward and cocked her head, Lila tried not to laugh as she mused at how much this girl looked like a wolf and how adorable her features were. “What is her name, what are you doing,” she asked and Lila chided softly as she answered, “well her name is Briella, but she goes by Brie also, her younger sister’s name is Aliza,” Lila offered but redirected her answers as she watched how concerned this girl was becoming, “I am only burping her, making sure she has no air in her little tummy, so she doesn't fuss and cry from g

I opened Josy's door and handed over the book to her , I don't know why but while reading it I felt all my problems move aside it was like I was moving back to how I was only with the fact that I was stuck at one place. Josy this is the book from yesterday it was about,Every mother's wish to have a healthy baby when born. A baby that was born without any complications but my life was not like that. At the age of eight Irene was diagnosed with leukaemia, chronic myelogenous leukemia . It was not that rare in children so she wondered why she had to face this .

25 years earlier. A dungeon. Rogue Territory A 7 year old girl was shivering. Laying on the ice cold floor. Hugging herself. Her brown eyes closed. Scared to see the blood stains on the walls around her. Her beautiful birthday dress tattered. Covered in mud. Signifying it has been the worst birthday in her life till now. When suddenly the sound of a door opening is heard . And she flinches. Hugging herself more tightly. Her small frame trembling.

“I promise not to let even the strand of my hair dirty the book. I really just wanted to read.” “...” “M-Madame?” “Then can you wait until I am freed? I shall give you a book of mine. Please cherish it then.” Teary eyed, Billie hugged me. “I promise I will never let the others play with the book. You can trust me, I am a clean freak.” “Clean what? Where have you learned those?” “There’s this really cool sister at the orphanage and she speaks so cool like that.” Wait does she know that filth- no, that girl who speaks weirdly? What was her name again?

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

I just wanted to almost lie down and take medicine for whatever was occurring. This was the weirdest feeling I had ever experienced. I wasn't sure how I'd get rid of it either. A terrible thought came to me. What if this mysterious sickness attacked the baby inside me? I had to fight through it and keep moving. I couldn't give up on reaching Dax. As I kept walking, I spotted a maid that was cleaning. I was grateful that I had found someone who could help me. Maybe I had some luck on my side. I feebly called out, "Please help me."