Books Like Little Prince 소설 & 이야기

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.

"Do you like fairy tales? I have a lot of beautiful picture books here." Calliope nodded, her eyes lighting up. For the next half hour, Elena patiently introduced various picture books to her. Gradually, Calliope relaxed and even took Elena's hand, asking her to read aloud. Caspian stood nearby, his eyes softening as he watched them. By the time Elena began reading "The Little Prince", Calliope was leaning against her, completely absorbed in the story. "You have a special way of telling stories," Caspian said softly while paying. "She's usually shy around strangers, but she's so comfortable with you."

Luca looked amused but followed without protest. Inside, the air smelled of old paper and dust. Stacks of books filled every corner, and a sleepy cat dozed on the counter beside an elderly woman who greeted us with a kind smile. I wandered between the shelves, fingers brushing against spines — romance, poetry, mystery — stories that once felt too far away from the life I’d been living. I picked up a worn copy of The Little Prince and smiled faintly. “I used to read this when I was a kid.”

"Yes. What were your favorite books during childhood?" "I... Uh..." "I believe she told me it was the Little Prince." Mr Cruz speaks up. "Right, Arian?" "Ah... Yes!" My voice comes out hoarse. "It was the Little Prince and erm... this." I lift the book in my hand. "I loved them so much." I hurry over to the bed and hand the book to her father. "Can I retire to my room early tonight?" "Why? You don't want to read with us?" She looks sad.

Thanks to Prince Victor, I was able to distract myself by getting lost in one of the many fairy tales he gifted me. Turning the cover page over, I looked at the very first page to find a letter from Prince Victor. 'Now this one is going to take you for a wild ride. I would advise to have some sweet snacks near you as you won't be able to put the book down for a proper meal. Enjoy, Sweet Princess.' A small smile crawled its way to my lips as I looked down at his perfect handwriting. Every single book the Prince had brought for me from the large library had a small note on the first and the last page.

there are purple 'My little pony' pajamas on her chair I get her dressed and soon she's in the bed. I look at her bookcase, "What would you like for me to read?" I ask. "A Princess of Mars please." I find the book and look at the description behind it. It seems like something people around Lucia's age would read, "Are you sure?" I ask, she nods. Well then. I join her on the bed and and open up the book, "I am a very old man; how old I do not know. Possibly I am a hundred..." By the time I'm quarter-way through Noelle is silently yawning trying to keep herself woke.

“Depends. What is it?” Ethan smiled. “The Little Prince. It’s kind of sad. But also kind of magical.” Micah shrugged. “Okay.” So Ethan read. His voice is soft. Slow. The words like balm. And halfway through chapter two, Micah’s head tilted and rested lightly against Ethan’s shoulder. The next morning, J found the book left on the kitchen table with a note tucked inside. “Next chapter’s yours. He liked it.” J didn’t ask questions. That night, he knocked once on Micah’s door.

"Whatever, Just let's go now." "Wait, I forgot my book!" Her brother exclaimed, running out of the dining hall and disappearing somewhere outside. "Prince Roman! You shouldn't have forgotten your book!" His mother called after him, chasing after him quickly. "Sorry Mother." He apologized, returning seconds later holding his copy of The Little Prince in his hands. Celine rolled her eyes as she gazed over at the beautiful painting on the wall next to them. "That looks amazing." She commented. He nodded eagerly, taking his seat next to her once again.

He ran out of my room, and I stayed there on my bed, waiting for him to come back. After a couple of minutes, he entered my room again with a book in his hands. He went up to my bed again, laying his body beside me as he opened the book to start reading. I notice that the book was for kids, titled "The Prince's First Love.". "Once upon a time, there was a prince named Lucas. Every woman in their palace wanted to be with him. However, the prince was aloof, too scared to even talk with other people. One day, he decided to walk around their garden, but when he was about to sit beside the long tree, he saw a girl smelling the flowers in their garden. And for a moment, instead of feeling scared,

The Packhouse is so quiet. Lumina moves through it on bare feet, a small sound in the wide dark. Her hand finds the door to the children’s room without thinking. The moon cuts a pale strip across the floor. Inside, the twins breathe even and slow. The little prince is curled against the side of the crib the way he always curls, thumb at his lip, hair mussed. Lumina's throat is tight.