Classic Picture Book Characters Novels & Stories

"The what?" Aiden proudly lifted the parchment, presenting it with a triumphant flourish. It was a masterpiece of terrible stick figures. There was a tall, blocky man with a jagged golden crown, a woman wearing an oversized silver tiara, a small blob representing a little boy, a giant black dog with six legs, a glowing stick figure surrounded by yellow loops, and a final girl drawn with aggressively angry V-shaped eyebrows. Kael let out a long, dry sigh. "Let me guess. The one with the furious eyebrows is your long-lost aunt?"

—Flashback— “Bronx, there’s a monster in my closet. Maybe it’s a witch.” I peek into his room. He’s reading a book. I bet it doesn’t have pictures. He says books with pictures are little kid books. I like books with pictures though. Maybe when I’m ten like him, I won’t like picture books anymore? That sounds boring. I’ll like picture books forever. “There’s no monster or witch in your closet.” He keeps reading. “It’s your imagination.”

“Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. Excellent book.” He sits down and begins reading. The first picture I draw is a portrait of uncle Owen’s sister with a wolf howling at the edge of a cliff at a full moon in the background. I make one for his father too. I plan to give them these at the funeral. I do similar ones of Michael to give to Carrie and one for Zuri but with a lion for the family.

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?"

Loves licking people's faces when they're asleep and when he is excited. Many other characters will erupted in this book... I'm not really good at this but am trying, I'll like some suggestions so feel free. Who is the most handsome? VOTE!!

I took a slow breath, letting the sounds of the house fade. The afternoon felt warmer than usual. The sun hadn’t fully set yet, and soft orange light streamed through the living room window, falling onto the rug where Noah and I sat leaning against the sofa. A picture storybook rested on my lap, Noah's favorite this week and I read each sentence slowly, my tone gentle so he could follow along. Noah shifted slightly, resting his head more firmly against my arm. “Mommy, look the character looks like Bam,” he said, pointing to an illustration of a small boy with glasses.

Natasha's POV "Which should we read next?" I asked, tucking the blanket around Rose. "Three Little Pigs, Ugly Duckling and Charlotte's Web." "Charlotte's Web!" She said, grinning. "Good choice," I flipped the book open, cleared my throat and dropped my voice low and dramatic. "Once upon a time, on a small farm, there lived a friendly and wise spider-" Rose burst into giggles before I could finish that line. I tried to pull a straight face but the sound drew a laugh from me. "Alright, alright."

Andrea only chuckled darkly. Then, Charlotte gasped and jogged to get in front of Andrea, so she could open the door herself. She entered her room and looked around, Andrea turning the light on for her. The child then climbed the wide flat drawer to get to her books on the shelf. She carefully got down like she took the stairs. Charlotte opened her storybook and shoved the pages toward Andrea. “Mommy, is he like this? Mommy is so pretty she looks like a princess, so Daddy must look like this, too, right?”

My brothers gave me it all the time. I opened the book and continued to look at him. I could feel that he was planning something. As I began to read, Marilee nestled closer, her little head resting against my shoulder. The story unfolded with its usual charm—the prince cursed into a frog, the reluctant princess, the magical kiss. But Phin was the real show. He threw himself into each character, his movements exaggerated and full of life.

“How do we invite them over?” Rachel asked. Her eyes shone with excitement. “Take a shower and put on a pretty princess dress. After that, the seven dwarfs will come.” Mary hired some actors to dress up as famous cartoon characters from fairy tales. This included characters like princesses, princes, Donald Duck, and Mickey Mouse. They were from an entertainment company under Gordon Corporation. Rachel looked out the upstairs window and saw a garden full of cartoon characters. If I had not stopped her, she would have jumped out of the window.