Book For Beginning Readers Novels & Stories

She's already tucked under a quilt decorated with stars, and a stack of books on her nightstand. "Uncle Shawn!" She bounces excitedly. "Please read me a story since it's your first time visiting." "Of course," I hover in the doorway, suddenly feeling massive and out of place in this delicate space. "Come sit!" She pats the bed beside her. I walk into her room and lower myself carefully onto the edge of the mattress. She immediately thrusts a book into my hands. "This one!" I look at the cover—some story about a brave little wolf. Of course.

Karen giggled as she ran with her kids around. The time they had left her they were still young babies who didn’t know even to utter a single letter. They had grown and spoke everything. Tears of joy slipped out of her eyes when they called her mother. She carried them, played with them and even helped them in buidlng a sand castle. They was only one prayer running in her mind, if that was a dream then she wished not to ever wake up. She wanted to live in the same dream, until the day she will get to join them.

He liked the soft color in her eyes, and the way her lips parted slightly. He stepped closer and cleared his throat. “Good day, Miss Emmie.” Her head snapped up and she rested the book against her bosom. He was suddenly jealous of the object so close to her heart. “Good day, Mr. Lawrence.” She scrambled to her feet, the book now resting where her bottom had been only moments before. “Forgive me for reading, but I was caught up with my duties, and I…um, well, I—” “Miss Emmie,” he interrupted her. “It’s all right.

//Chandra Margaret// I immediately put all the snack that I prepared for the boys. My hands are shaking a bit as I go to the living room. There is three boys in total. I dare not to look in their faces. "H-here is the food." I clear my throat. Even my voice is shaking. The boy in the single sofa look at me. He's reading a book in his hand. I know that book! It's Our dawn is hotter than day. A book about two people who keep their night busy while sleeping in the daylight.

There the first page was a blank page and the second page depicts the title of the book, it was about a story "The little Princess," he whispered through the room because he knew that no one can hear him inside or outside but still he needs to be careful. So he shut his mouth again while focusing his view on the book more like it was making his spine have shivers as well as goosebumps all over his skin 'So it was based on a true story after all, what is the meaning of this and why did it have to be one of his treasures? The author was not even mentioned at all'

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.

*Saoirse,* and the small heart, in her slanted hand. Underneath it, in pencil, very faint: *yours.* I looked at the two words for a while the mother who gave me the book at the start of my life, and the man who gave it back to me in the middle of it and then I turned past the title page, and I began to read. I read for two hours.

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.

The kind meant for older kids but that August had started gravitating toward because picture books didn't have enough words. "This one is about a robot who wants to be an astronaut." Carter held up the first book. "And this one is about deep sea creatures. Real ones, not made up. And this one—" He pulled out a thick hardcover. "This one is about how bridges are built. It has diagrams." August's eyes went huge. He took the bridge book with both hands like Carter had given him something precious. Opened to the first page where there was indeed a detailed diagram of bridge architecture. "This is mine? To keep?"

“Please? Pretty please?” I sighed and finally relented, although my fingers were already black from handling this seemingly ancient book. I flipped to the next page, where the story immediately began. There was no cover page, and no title to be seen anywhere. “Once upon a time,” I read, deciding that it wasn’t worth arguing about and that I could make something up if the story got strange, “there was an old man who lived all by himself.” A strange premise for a kids’ book, I thought to myself, but kept reading.