Dad I Want To Hear Your Story Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

he kissed my forehead and I smiled. "I love you Darrell" "I love you so much more" "Mummy, I think I like Iris more than Ivy. Ivy frowns a lot" "Yeah, just like your dad" NARRATOR'S POV "The end" I smiled and closed the book which was written by Claire herself. "Wow, that was the best story I've ever heard" my fifteen years old son said. It's funny he still likes it when I read stories for him. "I'm glad you loved it"

and where do you learn all this stuff atri:- but like you said you should that girl who you love and she is so cute I will marry her in future. I read in story book main character start love heroine he ask for marriage permission or her hand to girl parents like I said in that way. I love her and I will marry her mom:- no mama will not allow you. you can't marry her. I will never let this happen then daddy the king enter in room to see her daughter dad:- ohhh my daughter is so cute. I hear you want to marry my daughter and sorry i arrived late because of work

"He always has an excuse." "He doesn't know I'm only seven diary pages away from leaving him." "I got my period today, and the cramps were so bad I couldn't get out of bed. Dexter came home and brought me some painkillers without me asking." "He said it was the same kind he'd gotten for Brianna last time. She said they worked great, so they'd probably help me too." "I said thanks, but no thanks." "One page left. Then I'm done." The last page had only two lines.

he added to my story so I smiled at him. "How did you know about that story?" I asked and he look proud. “My dad also told me that story, and that’s my favorite story since I was a kid,” he said. “I like that too,” I said. We also saw fireflies appear around so it was even brighter. "Do you know the story about the beauty of immortality?" he asked, I laughed a little when I realized that now he is always asking. This guy is weird. "I haven't heard that story, so share it with me," I said and he turned to me.

I tell him. A look of uneasiness passes over his face, “who told you the stories? Where did you hear them?” “I read them,” I say honestly. “What book did you read them?” Bill asks in a rush. “It’s in texts and scrolls.” Taking a deep breath, I ask, “How did your mother know about Lyse?”

I couldn't. Like he heard my thoughts, "You can't say it?" he teased, a cruel, beautiful smile touching his lips. He moved his fingers, twisting them slightly inside me, making me let out a sharp, ragged cry. “Ohhhh….” "Is it pride? Or are you just scared of how much you’re going to love it?" he asked, smiling. "You want to tell me, don’t you? You want to tell your boyfriend's father exactly what you need in his son's bed."

I muttered "I don’t want to hear the beauty and the beast... I think... I don’t think I want a story today." Dad sighed, sighed as if he understood what I was thinking and carefully he hugged me tightly - as he threw the book away, so far away that I could only hear the thud of when he fell to the ground. "Don’t you want a story?" he asked while taking a deep breath - or just don’t want a fairy tale? 'I don’t know...' I thought, but I held Dad’s clothes tight. "I think... I don’t like fairy tales anymore" I muttered.

he laughed it off as I nodded, my disappointment in him getting bigger as I smiled. “Dad, you’re not so good at lying. I’ve known you for, what, a couple of years now, and throughout that period, I’ve seen all your moves. Whenever you lie, you twist your ankle and you act strangely. Your voice gets tiny and windy, and you start to look away. I can also tell that your ears jiggle a bit, but I’m guessing that’s just a random coincidence. Just tell me what I need to know: please: it’s important.” But he shook his head. “I’m not telling you anything. That book is supposed to be for rulers of this kingdom, not for anybody.”

It's better to listen than those fairy tales. My story, there's nothing much about me. There's nothing I can talk about, as if there's any worth sharing. However, eventhough there's nothing to tell, I felt so happy knowing that someone wanted to hear stuffs about me. With my experience from my past relationships, no one had ever dare to ask anything about me. They never ask anything about my story. And hearing him now, asking for those, it feels surreal. I feel like I am appreciated after all. That despite of being like this, there's still someone who'll spend the night listening to me. [ Okay, then I'll tell you about my childhood. Will that be alright? ]

I punched the bridge of my nose and rubbed my temples, telling the stress that had chained me to release me from it's shackles. Jade's turn and she told a story that had already been written by some author known as Godwin Hosanna Aga. The book was named in the deep and it was about some girl named Hephzibah and it was pretty interesting and scary the way my baby sister had told it with a touch light under her chin, illuminating her face and weird canines. "And that is, in the deep!" Jade screamed, stomping her feet on the floor and howling like a wolf.