Cute Story Novels & Stories

"Once upon a time...There was a little white rabbit who, one day, ate a large carrot and with a bang, turned into a big white rabbit." Diana asked, "And then what?" John replied, "That's it." "That's it?" "Yeah." John furrowed his brow slightly, unable to hide a hint of embarrassment on his face. "Is it not interesting enough?" Diana paused, unsure of how to respond. It wasn't particularly captivating, but... it was cute. She said slowly, "Well, stories should be longer, more intricate, and a bit more fantastical. You know, like 'The Ugly Duckling,' 'The Little Mermaid,' and 'The Three Little Pigs.' Kids love those kinds of stories."

she carried Special into it and made her lay. "Remember the snow man from the frozen story, he cracked sparing Abel a glance. "Yeah, she chuckled. "Carrot nose, stick hands and snow body", she added and they laughed to it. Looking at the animal who laid calmly starring away at them, they talked about funny stories their parents told them. Cinderella, Beauty and the beast, Pinocchio... they were so happy and filled with joy while listening to each other's talks. those where fun moments they enjoyed when they where kids, having Special around was so good and Abel promised to always be good to it as it has blessed her union with the prince.

I sat next to him and saw the children sitting on the floor. I waved at them and smiled and they did the same. A few minutes later, they begged James to tell the story again. It's good that I'm not the one being asked, gosh, I'm going to run out of saliva again. "Oh, I'm going to tell a story so listen carefully okay. The title of this story is Bamboo and the turtle."

She complained. "What? What's wrong with my story?" "Well, you made a story about a frog prince breaking the curse because of a kiss from an ugly monster." Clara tried to hold back her laughter as she remembered Lucas' story. "I think it should have been a beautiful princess who kissed the frog prince—" "No beautiful princess would want to kiss a disgusting frog unless they knew the frog was a prince. The problem is, the curse of the frog prince won't break if the person kissing him already knows what about his curse."

I wandered through the aisles, running my fingers along the spines, feeling a sense of belonging I hadn't felt in a long time. I spent the whole day there, completely lost among the books, reading story after story until I lost track of time. One book caught my attention "The Adventures of Sir Flufftail" a ridiculous but absolutely hilarious story about a brave and very dramatic rabbit knight who went on quests to save stolen carrot cakes from mischievous squirrels.

While the teacher read my essay to the class they laughed out loud pointing fingers at me . The laughter intensified when the teacher read the part about me sipping hot cocoa and talking to my golden retriever . Some called me stupid while others said I needed to see a doctor to check if everything was alright in my head . At this point the teacher could not control the class . She gave up and they continued throwing words at me . I was at the brick of tears that was until a guy from behind my chair moved forward and held my hand , he consoled me . He was the first person to do that after Louisiana had left . For the first time I felt someone other than my parents and Louisiana cared . He we

A firece gust of wind during a Gale boee 45-year-old Vittorio Louise's car into a river near Naples, Italy, in 1983. He managed to break a window, climb out and swim to shore, where a tree blew over and killed him. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

I replied and she smiled again. "No one would ever believe us or our story. That you married me forcefully. We look more romantic than the couples who have done love marriages." She said and giggled. I chuckled hearing her. She was right. No one would ever believe us. Not our future kids and grandkids. No one would believe our Stupid Love Story.

How could someone have such low emotional intelligence? "So, what do you want to hear?" Seeing that he had no experience, Yaslyn hinted, "A gentle, sweet story involving little animals for example?" Xoan, unable to understand what Yaslyn was trying to express, pulled out his phone to do a Google search. 'Bedtime stories to lull your girlfriend to sleep.' Xoan frowned as he looked at the stories. After a long time, he chose a story he liked. "The Little Prince loves cherries, and many cherry trees were planted in the kingdom. Cherry demons live in the cherry trees. The Little Prince hoped for the cherry trees to bear sweet, red fruits, but the trees bore no fruit, leaving the prince upset.

"Maybe she was in a bad mood.'' he muttered to himself. He decided not to bother himself with her again but deep down he knew he had fallen in love for the first time in his entire life and he would do anything to get her. When he got back to class, he saw her reading, she looked up and their eyes met. He quickly averted his eyes, feeling a little embarrassed. He walked over to his seat, Charlie saw him coming and grinned. "What's up man, how did it go?" He asked. Blake forced a smile and said; "How did you think it went? You know I always get the girls, it was really easy, looks like she already liked me.'' he lied.