Bite-sized Book Novels & Stories

And this is going to take a while. She looked at me for a moment. Then she handed me a book from Eli’s approved pile. You can hold this while you talk, she said. Eli approved it so it must be significant. I looked at the book. It was a picture book about a caterpillar. Noted, I said. I talked for an hour.

Defeated, she grabs a book from under a pillow: ‘How to take care of a baby chick: A guide for beginners’ . TBC

When you both reach the spacious living room, your eyes instantly fall to the three figures settled above the white puffy carpeted floor a few feet away from a modernized fire-heater. With a soft smile, your mom gives you a hug, whispering a faint I'll bring you something to eat before walking away to disappear somewhere around this five-thousand pieces of puzzle-like mansion. Great. You internally drawl to yourself, body suddenly flinches when you feel something-well maybe a someone hugging your feet. When you look down, a lump forms in your throat. There's a pair of huge ebony eyes looking up at you in a way that sends a shudder down your spine, and its face's holding way too much curiosit

Then he bit me. I gasped, jerking instinctively, but the bite was deliberate, scorching, searing. Pain and heat tore through my shoulder, and I couldn’t breathe. It was intimate, possessive, claiming in a way I had only ever dreamed in nightmares and fantasies. My body arched toward the pain, the pleasure, the burn, unable to resist the ancient call. “I ” I tried to speak, but the words caught in my throat. And then he was gone. Just like that. Gone into the shadows before I could even scream, leaving me trembling, soaked, and utterly confused.

My whole body jerked once, twice, then went limp. Elizabeth withdrew the breadstick slowly. Brought it above the table. Looked me dead in the eye. And took a slow, deliberate bite. She chewed. Swallowed. Licked her lips. “Delicious,” she murmured, just loud enough for me to hear. Alex glanced up. “What?” “The breadsticks,” she said sweetly. “Mia, you really should try one. They’re unforgettable today.” I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t move. My clit still pulsed, my thighs slick, my mind blank except for one thought:

A vanity with bottles of perfume and oils that I know, without smelling them, are designed for Omegas. And in the corner of the room, beside the bed, is a Nest. I stop dead. It is not a real Nest. Not yet. But the materials are there—soft blankets in neutral tones, plush pillows, a circular mattress designed specifically for Nesting. It is empty, waiting. Waiting for me to fill it with my scent. Waiting for me to accept what I am. "Do you like it?" Mrs. Hartley asks. "I..." My throat is dry. "I don't Nest."

Bright started obviously forgetting everything about frying. "Hmm?" "We have to buy Br-braille... yeah, those books for Bubble. Little stories, because his teacher said they started teaching him the ABC things-" "Alphabet." I said hiding my laughter. "Shush, I know that. So the school gave us that Braille book with words.. like those cat, bat stuff. But we'll have to buy further ones." Bright explained.

she added. I took the book up, trying to check the contents. Both of the books looked so pretty and beautiful. The designs around the book were very attractive. The first book read ‘how to become a first time mom by Hillian gray’ while the second book read ‘what to expect when you're expecting by Felit Rochelle’. These were beautiful books, and I was sure the contents inside would be beautiful too. “Thank you Dr. Smith” I said, as I dropped the book back on my lap, giving her a graceful smile.

A single search appeared before him, and it showed the words, 'Bionic eyes'. Ben searched for the book and found it in a place where people didn't often take books from, the shelf and the books in it were very old. Ben found the book that he looked for, it was a book with very few pages. The title of the book was 'Eyes of gold' and the author's name was Franklin Gold, Ben thought it was a children's storybook after seeing the title of the book as it was written very childishly.

I said. "Since before breakfast," she said. "Luna," I said. "I needed to read everything," she said. "Not just what Serin summarized. The actual materials. You cannot understand the full shape of what something has been doing by reading someone else's summary of it. You have to read the thing itself." "And what have you found," I said. She reached into the stack and she pulled out the small book that had been at the center of the table. It was slim. Illustrated. The kind of book made for very young children, for the earliest years of school.