Bite-sized Book Novels & Stories

“We are starting with…(don't know that information yet). I arched a brow. “What’s that? I thought we got rid of one of those?” Her eyes rolled. “I have a bunch of these for different occasions. This one’s for study. That one was for daily activities.” I folded my arms across my chest. "Why am I not surprised?" “Haha, very funny.” She slides the textbook to me and moves her chair closer to me. Leaning forward. “So…” I drag her chair closer to mine so we are just inches apart. “There, I don’t bite, hun.” They ignored me. “Open to chapter three.”

The news filled me with cautious hope. I went back to the ward, kissed Mum goodbye, and promised I’d return tomorrow. She protested as usual, but it was futile. I would be here — no matter what. On my way back, I spotted a small roadside thrift book stall. The colorful covers drew me in. As I browsed through the shelves, bumping gently into other customers, a green book caught my eye. The cover was filled with beautiful pastries. Bake Like a Pro: A Beginner’s Guide to Making Homemade Specials. I flipped through the pages, scanning the headings. It looked solid. I counted a few bucks and handed them to the old trader.

Next week I will have another scan to check the baby’s growth. I wished with all my heart that everything would be fine. After a few minutes, I was leisurely walking down the streets, enjoying the warm sunlight and soft breeze. It felt refreshing. After walking for a while, I had no idea why I ended up slowing down in front of a bookstore. My gaze lingered on the display window for a moment, stopping at one specific book. “Little Bear Loves His Mama the Most.” The title of the book, with its light blue hardcover and beautiful illustrations, made me stare at it for a long time.

I said quietly. The conversation around the table died. All eyes turned to me. Josh frowned. “Why? We just started eating.” I curled my hands beneath the table, pressing my fingers into my palms. “I don’t eat lobster,” I muttered. A sharp, mocking laugh cut through the silence. Sophia. She leaned back in her chair, smirking. “How would you know how to eat it?” she said, tilting her head. “It’s made for the rich, not for people who use their bodies to get where they’re not meant to be.”

I still said hoping it didn't sound harsh because I was just saying this randomly or maybe not very random. “He probably thought you wouldn't be interested. It's nothing” She assures me. “Of course”. Rietta moved inside the room and I followed. As I walked in after Rietta the strong woody fragrance of old books hit my nostrils. I took in the smell for a while before going in for the visuals. The library was a small one but it was filled with lots of old books. “This is the special alpha library. You can read whichever book you want till dinner” She said to me. I smiled at her for her generosity.

Alie The invitation says Conversation on Story: Building Worlds for Real Life which is the kind of title that makes you feel smart while you drink tea out of a paper cup and pretend the folding chair isn’t a folding chair. The bookstore is small, all honeyed wood and lamps that try to be kind. Someone strung twinkle lights between nonfiction and essays, like stars got cozy in the ceiling.

She patted his head like he was her oversized baby, repeating herself when Damian shook his head happily. "What's that?" He lay down, wrapping his arms around her legs. He moved her hand from her belly to his head. "Tell me." 'God, baby, your dad is jealous of you.' As she stroked his hair, she began telling the tale. "It's a children's story. You really don't know it, love? It's about a rabbit who races against a turtle." The book she was holding was a collection of classic fables-popular bedtime stories or early reading practice for preschoolers. The short text, accompanied by bright illustrations, made it easy for kids to enjoy.

No response—only a low, guttural growl that vibrated through the floorboards. His head snapped up suddenly, eyes wide, pupils dilated unnaturally. A strangled scream tore from his throat, the sound neither fully human nor animal. Bones cracked audibly beneath his skin. Louise’s stomach lurched as his hands—no, claws—split at the knuckles, fingers elongating painfully, nails blackening into points. He convulsed, the couch groaning beneath him. Skin stretched unnaturally, muscles knotting and twisting beneath it. The room smelled suddenly of iron, hair, and something wild—something feral that wasn’t just him.

It's adorable . " I found it . " Alec had a really old book in his hand filled with all sorts of information about vampirism . Jace takes it from him and reads it over . " This .. it's too cruel . " Jace growls loudly as he reads . " What is it ? " I try to take the book from him but he doesn't let me see it . " Hey ! " He stands up and raises his hand until it's out of my reach . I jump up and knock it out of his hands , grabbing it before it hits the ground . Jace looks genuinely surprised .

Little me was in desperate need for love and affection, she was praying Kennedy and Robert would be a mommy and daddy. Finally came the cake, it was a chocolate cake, what little would say no to a chocolate cake, I had a generous slice that I devoured happily. Next was opening of presents for Robert he had some good ones and others he just closed back the box and gave his friends the third finger making me giggle. I stayed silent watching him open all his gifts giving thanks to each one for the none offending ones, lastly was Kennedy’s gift, it was the book she got from my job. He must he a bookworm like me. My little side wanted him to read me bed time stories.