Best Colouring Books Ever Novels & Stories

I did not like the tension that kept forming around us, but I knew that there was no escaping it. “Mama, look!” Adrian’s voice cut through it like sunlight, lifting the weight instantly. He held up the coloring book with a proud grin, showing us his page filled with blues and greens and streaks of orange. “I made the sun have blue hair.” I laughed, wiping my hands on a towel as I leaned down to kiss his head. “That is a very fashionable sun.” Caspian ruffled his hair from the other side, his expression soft. “I like it. It’s different.”

I just needed to be alone for this particular moment in a way I could not fully explain and did not try to. I closed the door. I sat on the edge of the bed with the box on my lap and the tissue paper parted and I looked at what Helen had made. --- The colour was the first thing. Deep burgundy. Not the safe dark colour I had spent years choosing because dark colours were what you chose when you had been taught that your job in a room was to minimise. Not that. This was deliberate. This was a colour that announced itself and was comfortable announcing itself, the colour of something that had decided it had every right to be exactly what it was and was not interested in discussion.

I see a purple and a bright yellow room, the two of my favorite colors. Wait a minute this room has been decorated. I can smell the paint and the new furniture scent in the room. Wow, this is brand new. Everything in here is. Even this book I pick up by the nightstand then I take a good look at it. It is one of my favorite author’s B.B. Reid's “Fear Me” they bought all the series for me. Wow, I am so in love right now. Sometimes girls want candy and flowers but for me I want books. I gasp and realize this room is all my favorite colors and brand-new stuff and clothes. The weird thing is the clothes are all my size? Down to my bra size. I feel sick and thankful at the same time. I just realiz

“She tells me stories of the color in books.” Irene flushes further, slapping her forehead with the palm of her hand. “Coloring books, Kofi. Two words.” “Ah!” Kofi nods, correcting himself. “She tells me stories of the coloring books!” I didn’t even bother hiding the snort that erupted from me.

"We couldn't forget the world's best big sister. This is for you." Bianca tore into the tissue paper with the intensity of a prizefighter. She pulled out a stunning "The Little Mermaid" deluxe coloring book. It was a hardcover volume with thick, high-quality pages and illustrations far more intricate and beautiful than any standard children's book. Tucked inside was a velvet pouch holding a set of professional-grade, artist-colored pencils, their barrels gleaming with the name of a luxury brand. Her gasp was one of pure, unadulterated awe. “It’s Ariel!” she whispered, her little fingers carefully tracing the embossed cover. She looked up at Violette, her eyes wide. “Vi, these are the most gr

I said. “Thank you” Billy repeated and I smiled at the back of his head before asking “What colors would you like to use?” He points at the blue I had been using to colour Pedro’s book so I handed it over and got another colour from the bench. About ten minutes later, Carmen comes by announcing it was time for them to go in for the day. I lifted my hands for a high five, complementing them on their colouring skills then we waved good bye and the boys ran along with the other kids inside the building.

The box opened. The book was inside. Twelve copies, arranged in two stacks of six, separated by the cardboard dividers that had been placed by the packer at the publisher's warehouse. The covers faced up. The dark cover—the color of the accumulation, Don had said when they had discussed the design with the publisher's designer in September. The designer had brought samples. Don had rejected the first three. The first had been too black, the second too brown, the third too blue. The fourth was the color of the accumulation: the dark that was not the absence of light but the presence of all the colors together, the way soil was dark because it contained everything that had fallen into it over

But what catches my eye is s a stack of books I’ve never seen before. They are in several different shades of blue, but all covered in the same material. It looks like a leather but more textured, maybe another animal hide? They have the most beautiful gold writing on them and I am just simply, drawn to them. I want to sit with them and hold them, I want to stroke the covers and open them but not just read them I want to devour the contents of these books. It’s a weird feeling. I feel as drawn to them as I do to Leo.

A night bird called somewhere in the garden below, a single, clear note that hung in the air and faded. "What's your favourite colour?" Adrian asked. "What?" "Your favourite colour. What is it?" "Yellow," I said. "The kind you get at the edge of a sunset, just before it turns orange." "Favourite book?" "The House of Spirits by Isabel Allende. I've read it eleven times." "Eleven?" "It was my mother's copy. She'd underlined her favourite passages. When I read it, I'm reading it with her." Adrian set his glass down on the table. He turned his body toward me, and the movement brought us closer on the love seat, his knee pressing against my thigh, his face near enough that I could see the flecks

It was quickly becoming my absolute favorite color. Cleo ended up choosing a dark midnight blue. “It’s Jasper’s favorite color,” she explained. “You would not believe how many things I have in this freaking color. Good thing I happen to SLAY in it!” She said, snapping her fingers in a way that was clearly a mocking of all the high maintenance ranked she wolves she’d probably met. Given my own personal experience, I had to say she was pretty spot on.