Bite-sized Book Novels & Stories

She stormed off. I giggled. "Didn't think you would reject her." "I'm not into easy girls." He replied while still reading his book. We were in the school garden. Mallory was taking a little nap by a tree. And I was left with Mr. Few words. His answers are, yes, no, maybe, and many more. "So what's your type." I asked while opening my chocolate bar. He set the book down and looked at me. "I'm not into anyone. I don't do love and all relationship crap." He replied and then went back to his book.

he said. Inside were pages full of pencil sketches and short, clumsy sentences—none of them professionally done, all of them exactly him. There was a crooked family on the first page with two parents and a rescue dog named Bix. The second page had a sketch that looked suspiciously like our penthouse couch, with the caption: Where Tuesdays live. The book was a hand-made children’s story: The Little House That Held Tuesdays. Each page held a tiny adventure—the first puddle jump, the first burned pancake, the time a kite escaped and came back with a ribbon.

"You can say that. So I knew very well that Mathew won't be a good leader and he won't have a good ending if he sat in the Chairman position." I glanced at Bite. Bite was bitten to death by vicious dogs. It was a very cruel death. How could a boss of a company end up this way? "We are here." Bite's words snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked at the library in front of me. "What's this?" "This is the entrance to the basement. Did you see the dull book in row three?" "The third book?" "Yes. One needs to push that book in order for this library to move. A row of stairs downward would appear behind this. But for us, there's no need for that."

Phobos pipes in telling me of his doubts about my accomplishment of his exercise. Grinding my teeth I claw on it and adding pressure to it has a piece pop up from the page. I startle dropping the book to the grass floor, caught off guard. Peering in I see fur peeking from underneath the piece. Time is running out. Taking a small breath I slowly tear the piece from the book. It comes off easily as if it was meant to whilst uncovering a small picture of four baby wild hares sleeping in a basket. There weren't merely four hares but eight.

he continued, recalling how easily Vreihya tears up. While raising his brow, he flicked the book and read the author's name. "You're not sure," Mino said, as if the author could hear him. "How can you tell?" he asked, closing the book furiously and tossing it on the table. He'll never forget this book because it's what he was reading when he met the princess in his room for the first time. The first day, he felt a peculiar pain in his chest and was terrified when he noticed the princess's unusual colored eyes.

Why had he never asked her out? She bent over, yelping softly as the cold book touched her exposed skin. She’d been pretty back then, nothing to gawk at, but definitely pretty. She brushed her fingers over the picture once more and closed the book, sighing heavily and putting her treasures back where they belonged. Why would forever be the question.

She will be just getting into the car. Titan grabs his favorite tea from the hot bar in his office and makes a kettle. Once the kettle whistles, Titan pours a cup and lets the tea brew. He goes to a small bookshelf behind his desk. He scans the books. Collective works of Byron, Shakespeare, Milton, Frost, Austin, Cummings, Brontë, L. Huges and Knowles. But Titan wasn’t in the mood for heavy. He went to the bottom shelf. B. Potter, AA Mine, Dr. Suess, The Giving Tree, Rainbow Fish, and Mother Goose.

“He… he… I don't know… but he left me after he talked about something I don't quite understand.” Marie's brow furrowed as she leaned forward. “You don't quite understand what he talked about? What do you mean? So, was he the one who hurt you or what?” Her voice carried a note of urgency. Lucy hesitated for a minute, her fingers brushing over her lips again. “He didn't injure me… he wouldn't but… but he bit me,” she finally admitted. “It wasn't intentional, I think… but it happened.” Marie's expression hardened, her lips pressing into a thin line. “Prince Aiden but you?” she questioned, her tone sounded sharp. Her mind seemed to race, searching for clarity to be sure if the words which Lucy h

He asks and I chuckle. "This book is about a war between dragons and shit. It's not like a cook book or a knitting class." I say, chewing on some ice as I type up the description online. "Stop chewing on ice, you're gonna ruin your teeth." Jack barks through the phone, but I ignore him. "Yes or no? I'm sure Mrs. B would just give us the books. You're the one who was bitching that we need to try new things." I say and he groans a little, obviously annoyed by me.