Babygirl Book 소설 & 이야기

she admitted guilty as she wore a grim pouting expression. "Silly girl, it's my fault, I shouldn't have seized your teddy bear from you, Christine," he said to his sister with a cute smile as he scoured his palms. Rose spruced up speechlessly as she watched the beautiful twins converse smartly with each other, they hadn't taken a hint of her yet. The little girl is exquisite; bright green eyes, long brown hair which was packed in a delicate ponytail with a pink ribbon that fitted with her pink short gown. She slipped on pink floppy slippers too; the color pink certainly must be her favorite color.

TOKYO, JAPAN CHLOE MAE BERSALES was wanted! Indeed. She'd been wanted in a good and bad way—from her enraged father to being a billion-dollar Baby Mama of an innocent soul that she would meet nine months from now. The page of her book went beyond extraordinary when the billionaire CEO of Greyson Stockholdings disclosed an offer she could not resist. Well, that was two months ago and in baby steps, she learned to play along in the cycle. An unexpected yet interesting progression in her old mundane life.

The unborn child already had a name. Then the first Blood Feather book opened by itself, and the first page showed a drawing of a baby wearing two crowns.

She was wearing a polka dot black and white jumpsuit, her light curly brown hair was up in a beautiful bun and her honey colour eyes glared at the boys. “My mom says that God resides in books. We should always give respect to them and do not throw them to the floor.” She said in her babyish voice and picked up the book from the ground. All the boys stared at her, except for the boy sitting on the rock who didn’t lift his eyes for once to look at the source of the voice. The girl came forward and gave the book back to the boy, she confronted Frank and his bullying group, keeping her hands on her hip.

She didn’t say anything for a long moment, just held on tight, breathing deeply. Then, she lifted her head, her face radiant, transformed by a joy so bright it could have powered the city. “Hi, baby!” she whispered fiercely against my robe. “I’m Lila! I’m your big sister! I’m gonna teach you everything! How to build forts! How to trick Daddy! How to draw dragons that aren’t scary!” She looked up at Damien, her eyes blazing with excitement. “Daddy! Can I help pick names? Can I help get the tiny clothes? Can I hold the baby? Can I….”

“My dear baby, this is mother's favourite storybook. Don't be mad at your brother, okay? Let's just read." The little baby girl blinked her big, round eyes. Her hand reached up, toward the book, as if she agreed to her mother's invitation. It was then, Alameida who saw them gasped. "Ah! Isn't that the book I wrote?!” Harriet immediately turned to Alameida with wide eyes. "Eh?!" The long blonde-haired woman chuckled next to Harriet looking at the children's storybook called [The Elf Princess and the Giant Wolf]. “Oh, I'm so happy… I didn't expect my book to be read to my great-grandchildren like this…”

She admired the colours each one had and how each presented itself with a unique quirk. Noticing one that seemed to have worn off more than the rest she pulled it out of the rack. Flipping it over to see its cover she smiled at the title written in bold letters the words read Greensburrow. It was a children's book about a young boy and girl who arrived at an orphanage together and became good friends. The girl, Anna was an adventurous soul who would often get herself in trouble but had Eliot, the boy always there to save her.

She climbed into bed beside me, opened her backpack, and pulled out something made of felt and glue. “It’s a bottle warmer. For the baby.” I smiled. “You made that?” “Miss Lyla helped. But the colors were my idea. Yellow for sunlight. Pink for love.” I kissed her temple. “Your sister’s going to treasure it.” She looked up. “She’s really small, Mommy.” “She is.” “Will she grow fast?” “I hope so.” “Can I tell her a story?” “Yes,” I said, and I handed her a notebook. She opened to a page and began reading: a story about a princess who didn’t need saving, who learned to fly on her own.

He asked, giving a hard spank on her both asscheeks, then on her boobs. She curled her toes. “Ummm…. Ahhh….” She nodded her head in response. He slapped her boobs once again, this time harder than before. “Words, babygirl.” “Yes, daddy.” “What yes?” He twisted her nipples and pulled them harder. “Ahhh…. Daddyyyy…. Ahhh….” Isabella moaned loudly, arching her back. “Yes, daddy, I’ll follow your words.” Oliver squeezed her boobs lightly. “That’s like my good babygirl. Now get your knees near your chest.”

She holds out her hand to shake each of ours and says, “Lovely to meet you both.” “You as well,” I reply. Just then the little boy, still being held by Maddy, raises an arm and exclaims, “I’m Seth!” I turn to him and say, “Nice to meet you Seth,” I say and hold out my hand to him. He places his little one in mine and I shake it and he gives me a giant grin showing off his little dimples. My heart melts. It makes me wish for a second that I had siblings but then again, I wouldn’t have wanted them to go through the same childhood I did so it’s probably better that I don’t.