Books For Level 2 Readers Novels & Stories

And even when they hadn’t… I no longer let them land. I had too much peace in me now. There wasn’t room for shame anymore. Back at the house, I carried the books Darren had ordered for the nursery upstairs and placed them on the newly assembled shelf. They were all hardcovers with soft pastel covers and gold-stamped lettering: Goodnight Moon, The Velveteen Rabbit, Where the Wild Things Are, Dream Big, Little One, I Am Enough. I traced the spine of each book with my fingertip, whispering the titles softly.

- In vain you got rid of the beard, - I said, taking from Evelina a white unicorn with a gorgeous tail. Alyosha arched an eyebrow thoughtfully, watching with what enthusiasm his nephew grabbed the toy by that same gorgeous tail. - Did you have a beard? - as if casually asked Martha, who brought a bottle of infant formula. “There was,” Alyosha answered curtly, looking at the red-haired she-wolf, straightening non-existent folds on a white apron. And she was just awful! Evelyn put in. - I'm still silent about those pantaloons with sunflowers, - she added, and not cheerfully, but in all seriousness condemning the mentioned item of men's wardrobe.

"Just hear me out with what I say." Turning his attention to me, I watched as his eyes moved towards my middle. "Abagail and Aurora are tied to something, something that makes them stronger than any rider or Dragon known to history..." Moving his gaze to meet mine, I felt a chill run down my back. "The Sacred Cave of Noelle and The Great Book."

Because it would be bad if anyone knew about my actual identity. I took the stairs to get to the second floor, located quite high from the ground floor. The lower level contains a collection of fiction books, magazines, and foreign language lessons. At first, I was surprised to see this world also had novels and comics, as in the world I came from. With the nearly same quality, I quite enjoyed some of it. Meanwhile, I headed to the second level, containing the books of non-fiction, science, biography, and history. This section was I frequently visited.

AMBER POV. (Pg 13) I stretch my arms across my body as we walk through the grassy field in front of our cabin. I feel completely drained. I argued with so many wolves today that my throat is sore. You would think they would accept my decisions as their Goddess, but mistrust was definitely evident today.

After two days passed Kiara finally raised her head from the mountain of books that she had opened on the table and the floor then looked at the two little bats . " I got it !......I.......eehhh........I.....need some help with the reading . " said Kiara with a smile . " Are you serious ?! You have been looking at the books for two days ! If you didn't understand a thing then why bother flipping just flipping through pages ?! " said Terry who couldn't understand Kiara's behavior at all . " Eh ??? " said Kiara confused . " Whatever..........Welcome back ! Was the world of books interesting ?! " said Terry .

The woman climbed a short ladder and began pulling down a few books. “These should help,” she said, setting five large, dusty tomes on a nearby table. “Sorry about the condition they’re ancient. Let me know if you need anything.” “Thank you,” Anna said as the woman walked away. Rhea and Anna sat cross-legged on the floor beside the table, surrounded by the stack of heavy books. Their covers were worn, their spines cracked, and the pages yellowed with time. Each had a unique title: 'Tales of the Mystical Creatures', 'Powers', 'Hidden Behind the Voice', and two others with faded letters too difficult to read.

And nothing will ever change that. END OF BOOK TWO: DON'T LEAVE

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 wonderful readers, I cannot thank you enough for taking the time to read my book! Your support and enthusiasm mean the world to me. Without you, book one could not have been the success that it is. I am grateful to have such amazing, dedicated readers like you. It thrills me to announce that there will be a book two! I am so excited to continue this journey with you and bring you more of the characters you have grown to love (and certainly some new ones too!). I promise to keep you on the edge of your seat with even more twists and turns.