Book Babe Novels & Stories

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.

I smiled as he nodded again, his brown hair bouncing around as he leaned in a little closer. I opened the book and started flipping through the pages, looking for a good story or myth to read to him. I paused for a moment at the title page that read ‘The All Mother and the Sacred Four’, tilting the book towards Calix. He smiled and scooted closer, nodding again as I turned the final page and cleared my throat.

I didn’t expect Davvy to knock me in my room and it would soften like this to me now. She immediately lay down on her bed while I hugged her. It was as if something touched my heart as I watched it. I sat on her side and then picked up the book she wanted me to read. The book title is Barbie and the Island Princess. At first, it was okay as I read that, but in the end, I suddenly felt heavier. I am figuring out that Barbie was Davvy. I thought it was just a love story between Barbie and the prince, but I am wrong because there is a part in the end that Barbie's mother is a queen lady.

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

He hands me Grace’s copy of Alice in Wonderland, his eyes guarded, creased with concern. “Why even bring a book to a thing like this?” Alix asks. “Ever heard of iBooks? Or W*****d? If you wanna be a total nerd and sit in the corner reading in public, at least do it on your phone.” “It’s Grace’s book, actually,” I begin, not sure where I’m going to take this. “We were sitting on that bench, and… Grace had got a call…”

Scarlett had questioned why they would read a kid's book, but this one was filled with adventures, so she didn't mind. "DOWN THE RABBIT-HOLE." Scarlett began. "Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank and of having nothing to do: Once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it. "

“You just never know until you try.” The next day, Cassy sat, scowling at the book in her hands. She had been doing a lot of that recently. Scowling. “You need to read all of it, so you understand just how to address the people,” Alice said and Cassy stared at the book in front of her. She loved reading, but this was different. It contained an account of every speech delivered by each Luna that had been in her place. She was to read through about a hundred pages of it and create something that was hers from it. Utter nonsense, she thought to herself, but she had been told severally that Lunas weren’t supposed to cuss or use unkind words that didn’t instill hope in others.

“Mom, what do I do? How am I supposed to choose between Dante and every child in the world?” Sarah Miller stepped forward. She didn’t even glance at June—her eyes were fixed on the purple pit. “You don’t have to choose, June. Just check the books.” She yanked out the Golden Book and skipped past the recipes, all the way to the back. The pages there were full of numbers and boring rules. “Gabe wasn’t just a baker,” Sarah said, her voice ringing out. “He was a businessman. He kept every receipt.” She hurled the book into the purple oil.

I say with a frown, I'm a big girl, he said I'm a strong witch, why give me kids books? "It's the basics, we're gonna start from the bottom," he says opening the book. "Start reading," he orders, but I pout and shake my head no, this is a baby's book, I'm too big for this. "What happened to my good girl?" he says, but I don't want to be a good girl, I'm too big. "I'm a big girl," I whine, he can't get me to read this book. "Calesti," he warns, but even if he spanks me, I'm not going to change my mind.

“ You love reading. “ I observed as he clutched the novel in his hands. “I do,” “Which genre do you like?” I wanted him to keep talking. I found his voice soothing. “Anything, as long as it's a good book.” He murmured, “I am only talking about novels,, of course. Not the…” And he began babbling. I found it cute. I didn't interrupt him, but rather watched as the smile blossomed on his face, the more he spoke. “…my father says…” He trailed off after mentioning his father, immediately sobering up.