Book That Read To Me Novels & Stories

A visual chronicle of their life together. A life I wasn't part of. "This is my favorite book," Liam said, pulling a worn copy of "The Giving Tree" from his shelf. "Mommy reads it to me every night. Do you know it?" "I do." My mother had read it to me countless times. "It's sad," Liam said seriously. "But good-sad. You know?" "I know exactly what you mean." He climbed onto his bed, patting the space beside him. "Will you read it to me?"

Like I don't have a care in the world right now. *paper sound* What is that sound anyway? I sleepily open my eyes once more to see the book once more but this time there was a picture. Page 28? When did I even start reading this book? I should just get up, use my speed magic to read it finish and go back to sleep... Why am I even reading a book like this? I sleepily wondered, I then felt a gentle, tender pat on my head, the tender feeling of fingers going through my hair once again lulls me back to sleep.

Ella POV. I fell asleep between them drinking my warm milk, I was never this warm or full in so long. I woke up still in their arms, I loved that daddy read me to sleep, I love stories, books, and he's the best story reader ever, he did the voices and everything.

I was still modifying it, so I focused on checking the shelves and comparing with the available books. "Have you read 'The Story of Ferdinand' yet?" a voice asked from the other side of the shelf, and I furrowed my brow because I hadn't seen anyone pass by in the three hours I had been in the library. "Not yet..." I honestly answered the man hidden among the books; someone I couldn't quite see. "It's an excellent children's book. My nonna used to read it to me every night, and it helped me improve my pronunciation before I came to live in the United States permanently," the man explained.

Walking home with that book felt like stealing light from the sky. In my room, I opened it slowly. The pages smelled like dust and ink. I didn’t understand most of the first chapter. But I didn’t close it. Every night after work, I read one page. Then another. Then another. At the restaurant, Jenna started calling me “Book Mouse.” Leo noticed too. “You falling asleep on your feet,” he grunted one night. “What’re you reading?” “Math,” I said. He blinked. Then shook his head. “Nuts.”

To stay away from everyone, to keep them all in the dark about how fucked up my life is right now. I look at my bookshelf and smile when I find my favorite childhood book. Little prince. I grab it and cuddle up on my bed with the book. I pull the blanket up to my waist and open the book on the first page. I can’t remember the last time I read this book, but I know it will bring me back to memories from when I was a kid because I remember reading it to Layla.

He was here for me. When we finally settled down into our usual circle, Linda Lively's book was opened, I noticed the way Kael handled his copy. Like it was something worth respecting, worth holding carefully. It made me smile. “Kael,” April said suddenly, her grin mischievous, “why don’t you read for us?” I half expected him to decline. To smirk and shake his head like reading aloud was beneath him. But instead, he nodded. Took the book and cleared his throat.

I entered mine, went through the three books I had gotten from the store, and set them down on the bed. I folded my arms and read their names. The Claiming Rites, Finding the One, and Under the Red Moon. There was no order in which anyone should read these books, so I sat down and picked up The Claiming Rites. After an hour, I finished reading. The book made zero sense, and then I picked up Finding the One and spent another hour reading through it. While the first book was incomplete, the second made a little more sense. I picked up the third, which I had gone to Zion’s room with. I took my time reading, and another hour went by.

Dear Readers, I want to take a moment to express my heartfelt gratitude to each and every one of you who took the time to read my book, "Beauty And The Lycan Beast". Writing this book was a labor of love for me, and seeing so many of you enjoy it has been an incredible experience.

“Come on kids! We’re getting late.” With hesitance, I looked over at Brett who refused to meet my eyes. With his head hung low, he got off the bench and walked toward his mother, without bothering to wait for me. Reluctantly, I followed him. Once I reached them, I held up the cover I was holding out to Linda. “What have you got for us, honey?” Linda asked with a smile. “Hello, Linda,” I said. “These are a few of my favourite books and some cookies. My mom used to read these out every day so I could sleep. Little Anne always gets bored and cries at night. You can read them out for her. They are very interesting stories.”