Book Blessed Novels & Stories

His voice had changed from that of a commanding alpha to the tone of a playful boy. He led her to his father's office. He knew the book he wanted was there along with his father's books on philosophy. First though, he reached for the large leather volume, turned to her, and put the book into her hands. "This is my father's copy of the bible. It's a book that needs to be touched, but after today if you never want to see another, I'll make sure there are none in our home."

With all these people going out of their ways to make her feel good, the least she could do is study hard, get good grades, live a good life, and when the time comes, help them financially, and so she thought. It was six o’clock. After picking up the refill of her usual stationery, Alexandra decided to drop by the fiction lane of the bookstore near her school to check for the new titles of books that she can read. She loves reading. She thinks it keeps her from getting insane since it makes her feel things, emotions. Well, aside from the fact that she also learns things from them, since she doesn’t really have that many interactions with people. Ding!!! Her phone notified her of a message. S

For Evelyn, with love from Dad. Blake's gift arrived three days before Christmas—a simple cloth book with textured pages for Evelyn to explore, and a letter: *"Dear Aloe,* *Enclosed is something for Evelyn's first Christmas. The book isn't impressive, but apparently babies like textures, and this has lots of different fabrics to explore. I asked the prison librarian for recommendations.* *I hope your first Christmas as a mother is everything you hoped for. You've earned the peace.* *- Blake"* Evelyn loved the cloth book immediately, grabbing at the different textures with intense concentration. Watching her explore something Blake had chosen felt oddly significant—like he was part of our liv

Then, he walked over to my gravestone, his voice soft and full of pain as he said, "Adeline, don't come back as their daughter in your next life. Be a free wolf instead." Through their tears, my parents unzipped the backpack. Inside were just a few pieces of clothing—worn thin and stretched out from years of washing—and a single journal. They opened it and began to read. "Today's my first diary entry! Because I have a new little sister! I'm going to write about our life together every day! I even gave her a matching diary as a gift and gave up my room for her. I already love her so much! "I spent my allowance to buy her a new dress. But she came home soaking wet. I was so worried and asked w

Elaine spoke the words down into the glass; the magic seemed to hear her, and as she gave a tug, the lid lifted. The book beneath the glass peered through Elaine. The volumes’ binding was smooth leather, and the stitching was gold. Long, smooth letters were intricately painted across the front, and her hand brushed them softly. It was the most precious book in the world. Reaching down, she pulled it out and flipped to the page she desired. There it was in thick black letters, the word luck. The pages of the book were filled with names and places, a guide to every gifted being in the land. It was centuries old and was only written on by the top magistrate himself, the king’s second in command

Too happy to oblige, and I swiftly return to the Duke's office, standing in front of the bookshelf, trying to decide what book would show-off my 21st Century education. 18 My eyes fall on Homer's "The Odyssey." Perfect! I snatch the leather-bound book and return to the bedroom. Once inside, Bryce is sitting on a wooden seat with an empty stool beside him. He is sitting close to one of the burning candles on a floor stand. "What book had you chosen?" "'The Odyssey,' my lord," I tell him, trying to keep my voice neutral and bored. I do not want to give away my eagerness to prove my higher education. "Very well. Sit, and you may begin," Bryce states while studying me curiously. I can

"Don't forget to pack your stuffs properly. We will ask Osinala when we get to Umuise tomorrow to ask some men to help you carry your luggages. Good night James." "Good night Paul," James said. He got up and went to the room Paul Okeke had prepared for him. His clothes, bible and some books were scattered around. He arranged the bamboo bed properly and closed the window gently then he grabbed his bible. It was king James Version, the holy book first published in 1611 under the auspices of a great king of England, King James the first. The book was dark and had the Holy Bible written on the top of it. He opened it and stopped, then he flicked through the pages using the palm oil lamp that was

"I am so blessed to have parents like you in my life." I opened my eyes, and saw the group of people staring at me with their mouths wide open. I placed a finger on my lips signaling then to keep quiet and play along. "Oh, that surprise. Don't cry princess. We only wanted to make your flight a little more comfortable and special. We both love you very much. You don't know how blessed we are to have you as a daughter. Now, why don't you get comfortable and take a nap. You must be exhausted. Make sure you call me when you get to Paris okay." Luna Alice said while still looking at me in shock.

He props an elbow on the table, his chin on a fist. "Yes. At a time when there wasn't much kindness around, Benny tried." Expressionless, "What did he do?" The stew I just ate sours as I seek memories I usually suppress. "There was a day... There weren't many books in Blessingmoors. I think they only kept the ones they had to fool the authorities. But there was one. It was my favourite. 'The Thousand and One Nights'. You know, the Arabian Nights..." The smallest of nods. "One of the men there, one of the staff, ripped it up..."

Everything just seemed incoherent. However, Alvin didn't give him any time to recover. He slid over a stack of documents and said, "Sign these, and I'll show you some mercy." Aston took the documents and flipped through them. The first document in the pile was a divorce agreement. "I-I know that I've been nothing but a monster. I know that I did something horrible. I…" Aston's face was bitter as he looked at Belinda and asked with much difficulty, "But can't you give me another chance?"