Dad I Want To Hear Your Story Book Novels & Stories

Whether she was willing to listen to me or not, I was going to do what I wanted to. I dropped the idea of going back to check up on Darius as Hazel got into describing what had happened in the book she'd just finished reading. Apparently, it was a love story between a mafia heir and a runaway princess. While I would always jump on an opportunity to read, I couldn't help but countdown the minutes that was left till it was time. Around an hour later, the said time arrived

Aidan breathed into my ear, pulling my hair backwards, “what kind of a good girl doesn’t obey when her daddy orders her?” _________ AUTHOR’S NOTE: What do you think of the book so far? Let me know in the comments and please, do support my book by giving gems and dropping a review. Also, share suggestions on what you think I can do to make this book better, I also want to know what your favorite part of this story is❤️

“Moonshine. My granddaddy’s recipe. Take it or leave it.” Claire let him in. They sat on the edge of her bunk, passing the jar. The stuff burned like fire going down, warming her from the inside out. Conversation stayed sharp at first, then loosened. Reid talked about growing up in these woods, losing the family mill when regulations tightened. Claire told him about the rivers she’d tested, the fish kills she’d documented. Somewhere between the second and third cup, he set the jar down. “You’re a pain in my ass, Mercer.”

He muttered under his breath, loud enough for me to hear but not the others. It's like he just threw me into the den and definitely knowing that these lions are going to eat me! Especially his mother. "Darling why dont you tell us the story" his dad said looking over at me...at least he is nice "sure." i said and smiled back at him. God please help me.

John said. "But the baby hasn't even started growing yet, what story can it listen to??" John pressed on, "If you listen, then it's like the baby is listening too." Diana was completely defeated. Blinking her big eyes, she said, "Then I don't want to listen to the stories in the book. How about you make up a story?" John: ... "I don't know how." "Practice for the future. What if the baby also wants you to make up stories? Will you say you can't?"

I heard Nick's voice. ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment, and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform.

All I can hear was my heart beat; hits a little bit faster every passing second. That story was my own story. That story written on the book authored by me was my own story. I suddenly stood up on that clumsy chair.... a young lady grabbed my shoulder. “Miss Vien! Gosh! I almost missed the chance to have my boyfriend's favorite book get signed. You know what miss? He constantly mentions that the story was so familiar to him, like every word in each page tells a story of his past, I just laugh at him as if he's telling a story of his past life.”

I was also afraid that I might ruin whatever this strange truce we managed to have. Instead, I picked up one of the books and flipped it open. I skimmed through the first few pages. The smell of old paper and ink-filled my nostrils. It was comforting. I had always found solace in books. “Which one did you pick?” Ronan asked. He sounded curious. “’ Stories from the Northern Pegasus,’” I replied, holding up the book. “It’s one of my favorites. I read this book a lot when I lived with my father."

"For story time." He took a breath. "Then let's do story time." Inside, 12 kids were waiting. Books on the floor. No cameras. No protesters. Just us. Damian picked up *Where the Wild Things Are.* "Who wants to hear a story?" Hands went up. As he started reading, my phone buzzed. Unknown number. *I see you. Both of you.* I deleted it. And sat down on the floor with the kids. Because if someone was watching, Let them watch this. END OF CHAPTER 51

I mean, who wants to read a story about an introvert finally achieving her dream to escape reality and have something magical to her life? Wow, that sounds adventurous. How awesome is that to finally escape reality? I’d probably read it. Of course, I’ll read it! I want to live in my imaginations and I can relate to the main character! If that’s the case, then I’ll make my story count! I just hope that the drastic change won’t come sooner. I have to build that rising action. Train like the karate kid or some shit just to look badass. Ok. That’s decided then. I closed my eyes and smiled in content. Happy with the newfound motivation.