Cute Story Novels & Stories

A helicopter chase through the city. Chloe told a story about a parrot who learned to curse. The bird had belonged to a sailor. It knew words that made nuns blush. Lily told a story about a unicorn who saved the world from a broccoli monster. The broccoli monster was defeated by pizza. Lily loved pizza. "Mommy, your turn." I looked at Julian. "Once upon a time," I said, "there was a woman who thought she had lost everything." "She found it again," Lily said.

I chuckled Me: lie down and close your eyes, I'll tell you a story and you'll have to imagine the characters Chubi : okay sis He laid down and I covered him, his bunny was in his arms Me: once upon a time, there was a pretty little boy with a cute face and lovely eyes. One day, he went into the woods and took an apple that fell from it's tree. Then the apple spoke to him and said "please don't eat me, plant me whole and you'll never be hungry again" . The little boy was surprised, he took the apple to his sick mother and when she took it from him, the apple repeated the same words. His mother then ordered him to go and plant the whole apple at the back of their old cottage. The little boy ob

She demands with a squeal. “A princess story?” I cuddle her close and say, “alright. Princess story it is. Once upon a time, there was princess and a prince. The prince and princess had known each other all their lives, but they weren’t very friendly. And then one day, the princess needed the princes help slaying a dragon that had kidnapped the princesses puppy. So the prince agrees to help her, and together they go after the dragon. They find it in a dark cave, the puppy tied to a big rock. The brave prince goes into the cave to save the puppy, but he doesn’t see the dragon who was hiding. But the princess does, and she rushes inside, saving her prince just as the dragon leaps for him. Work

“Story!” I couldn’t help but smile. “You want a story?” I asked, stifling a laugh. The children nodded excitedly. “The wolf story!” one of them exclaimed. “We want to hear the wolf story again!” How could I refuse? The ‘wolf story’ in question was one that I had made up yesterday on the spot, a story about a rogue wolf chasing a little girl. It was a scary story that had made the children gasp, their eyes wide with fear, but they seemed to love it.

Sleepy, I glanced at her with half-open eyes and whispered, "Don't bother me, I have to work tomorrow." She laughed, lay down next to me, wrapped her arms around my waist and said, "Let me tell you a story." I didn't think, "Don't." She giggled, "The last one about the little crocodile looking for his mum ......" I turned my head and covered her mouth, "Stop it." After saying this, I seemed to hear her answering me, and then seemed not to, already sleepy to unconsciousness, I do not know whether she told that story or not, after all, this foreign little crocodile is not related to me, how can not hear how he found his mother.

“What stories?” “Well, um, you told…Geneva told them to me. The first tale was about a fairy that fell in love with a human. However, this human craved jewels and treasure and did not care about this fragile fairy. So, he persuaded the fairy to lead him to all the fairies’ riches. He stole it and never looked back, while the fairy, in her own heartbreak and guilt, lay down upon a white lily…closed her eyes and never opened them again.” “That’s awful,” said Grace.

I ended the call and strolled out to the balcony with my peace lily plant in tow. The afternoon sun was like a cozy blanket, all warm and lazy. Down below, a girl in a white dress was on her tiptoes, reaching for a balloon tangled in a tree. A boy dashed up, gave her a playful hair tousle, and with a quick jump, snagged the balloon for her. She grabbed it and planted a kiss on his cheek, leaving him blushing like a tomato. I watched them and could not help but crack a smile. Life was good.

And somewhere out there, maybe, my story was waiting. I didn’t know yet that it had four paws, orange fur, and a bell around its neck. I didn’t know what else to do, so I decided to walk. Sometimes moving my body tricked my brain into unclogging itself. Besides, if I stayed cooped up in that apartment any longer, I was going to start yelling at my furniture.

She walks to nearby bookshelves and grabs a book from there then comes and sits beside my bed. “All right today I will tell you a story of a sleeping beauty. Long ago there lived a King and Queen who said every day, “If only we had a child!” But for a long time, they had none. One day, as the Queen was bathing in a spring and dreaming of a child, a frog crept out of the water and said to her, “Your wish shall be fulfilled. Before a year has passed you shall bring a daughter into the world.” And since frogs are such magical creatures, it was no surprise that before a year had passed the Queen had a baby girl. The child was so beautiful and sweet that the King could....” she started telling th

I press a kiss to the top of her head, breathing in her scent, that mix of baby soap and something purely her. “Uncle Jake." She mumbles. “Yeah, sweetheart?” She pulls back just enough to look at me. “Tell me a story.” I already know the answer, but still I ask her. chuckle, adjusting her in my arms. “What kind of story?” She thinks for a second, then grins. “A wolf story!” “Alright,” I say, swaying a little as I walk, hoping it lulls her to sleep. “Once upon a time, there was a little wolf pup who didn’t want to eat her veggies.”