Books For Nine-year-olds Novels & Stories

he murmured while walking. Scenes from the past flashed back into his mind and it made him dizzy. So, he sat down on the bed, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. But rather than whisking the images, the darkness when he shut his eyes even created a clearer moment: It was when he was nine. During that time, normal kids would often play games with their friends. Either brick game in video game, cap guns, card pyramid, marbles, matchbox collection, pinwheels, street game, hide and seek, snake and ladder, etc…

The Stranger answered quietly, "No." "He simply chose for himself." The White Book resting inside the heart of the ancient tree slowly opened by itself. Its pages turned gently. Not from wind. From memory. One page after another revealed stories Adrian had never seen. A kingdom where no wars had ever been fought. A world where Thomas never discovered the Ninth Cipher. A future where Edward died protecting a child whose name history had forgotten. Every page carried another possibility. Every possibility had once been real. Adrian reached the final page.

In as much as I'm ready to protect my son, I don't know how to wipe down that one incident down. It was in a small community center just across town. Rows and rows of books filled the room. Derrick was immediately lost between shelves, holding up colorful titles with wide eyes. "Mom! Aunt Lila! Look! Dinosaurs and Space Explorers in one book!" "Get it," Ava laughed, grabbing it for him. "And maybe this one too? It's about wolves." "Like the ones in your stories?" he asked. She nodded. "Exactly." Derrick shrugged, already marching toward the fantasy book section like he owned the place. "Books are my best friends. They don't yell. They don't lie. They just tell stories."

“But smart people learn from them.” I stared at him. “How old are you?” “Six,” they said in unison. Six. Six years of bedtime stories I missed. Of scraped knees. Of first words, first steps, first days of school. Six years I would never get back. “And you?” I asked. “We can read chapter books,” one said proudly. “And we know multiplication.” “And planets,” the other added quickly. “Except Pluto. It’s complicated.” I actually laughed this time. A real laugh.

"Volunteers for what? Militia?" "No. For the library. Reading to kids. Or shelving books." Cale frowned. "I am not a librarian." "You like books. You like order. You like silence. It's perfect." "Children are chaotic variables. They are sticky. And loud." "They're also funny. And they need someone to read them stories." "I do not know stories." "You can read them facts. 'Did you know the speed of light is 299,792,458 meters per second?' They'll love it."

The doors were labelled with planets of the solar system except Earth; they were not labelled for figurative purpose because each door actually leads to the planets mentioned; those doors were known as “Dimensional Gates” Eric opened a brown door in front of him which had no tag, the door led to a large library, he climbed up three steps and was standing in the large room full of book shelves; one could spend a life time dedicated to reading and still not finish the books in this library. Mystical books of various sizes and titles like: Eye of the universe, Esoteric Time science, Time and Matter, Anti-matter and Gods, The way of Nova, The way of Elohim, The trinity, Mastering the Magic of Da

three more books were added to Seven. "Mind your own business." his father scolded him; I saw regret on Seven's face instantly. I just smile at him. It only took me an hour to finish reading all of the books. Uncle Rankin was not surprised, he knows my ability and skills. To prove that I learned something from the books, Uncle Rankin handed me the test sheet for me to answer. Same with a pile of books, it is also two rims of bond papers pages.

I asked, handing her a list. “Oh hi, let me see… Um, The tale of Peter Rabbit, Where the Wild Things Are, The Very Hungry Caterpillar, and Goodnight Moon. Wow, what an amazing collection you are after, you sure do know the best.” She smiled cheerfully. “Thank you.” I smiled. “You are welcome, and yes… we do have all of those. Just take this direction…” She said and pointed us toward the children’s section. My palms grew damp. I prayed Nikolai wouldn’t ask why.

I can't wait! I smiled excitedly at the thought and brought the book that I've been holding close to my chest. Just like in every story, 18 is the age where life starts to become more interesting. Just imagining scenarios of what could possibly happen just like in books, I couldn’t help but smile broadly. Suddenly, the winds began to blow stronger than ever that the ship began to rock violently.

she says, excited. “What do you have me reading,” I say, stunned. I mean after the times I’ve had with both Parker and Rafe nothing should shock me. But she’s 14! They actually put this stuff in books?? At 14 I was nowhere close to having extremely intimate thoughts about males! “I told you! It's called, “Love Under The Moon.” I’ve read it like four times, soo soo good,” she swoons. I gape at her, not sure what to think.