Dad I Want To Hear Your Story Book Novels & Stories

Simple, elegant, beautiful. My dad and I have breakfast together and then he gives me my gift. I unwrap the box and inside is a book, similar to, although much thinner than, the History of the Guardian. This one is titled ‘For the Love of a Guardian’. I look up at my dad. “What is this?” He looks at me, and I see he has tears in his eyes. “Ailduin, Aolis and I put together the story of your mother and I. It starts when we were about your age. I thought you would want to have something that tells you the story of our love.”

Screaming I closed the door to my room. I waited there in silence. Crying and trembling. What if mommy dies? ”Mommy?!” I whispered from under my covers when somebody entered my room. The smoke made it hard to breathe and the screams of different creatures were so loud like they were next to me. Mommy always told me that, good girls don’t cry. But I couldn’t stop the tears. I want my mommy. I uncovered my face and there was a male. Showing his sharp teeth he approached my bed with a sword in his hands, raising it over my head. But something came out of his chest. A sword. And when he fell I saw mommy. She ran over to me. Soothing my panicked state.

As expected, I immediately heard my unborn baby’s thoughts. “Mom, please don’t call Grandpa and Grandma! They favor boys over girls. If they learn that I’m a girl, they will definitely poison you until you have a miscarriage. I really want to live!” I held my phone tightly, and I did not rush to make a decision. In the past, on the day when I found out about my pregnancy, I had heard the baby’s whisper. I just thought that it was a blessing from God, and I blindly trusted every single word that the baby said.

I whispered with a loving smile, “Which story would you like tonight?” Mike’s face lit up with excitement, his tiny hands reaching for his favorite book. “The one about the brave little wolf, Mumma!” I chuckled as I opened the book, a captivating story about a young wolf’s rand adventure. Mike listened with rapt attention, his eager eyes fixed on the pages as I spun the tale of bravery and exploration. By the time I reached the part where the little wolf found solace under the silvery glow of the moon, my son was already fast asleep.

“Move on. She’s not here.” We waited until we were sure they were gone. “I like books,” I told him quietly. “Books?” Aien raised an eyebrow. “That’s a rather wide subject.” “I like stories,” I blushed. “I like learning about the past, reading the stories of other people’s lives and adventures. In Uyan Taesil, there is a library so very full of books that I feel I could read every day for the remainder of my life and never reach the end of them. That seems like a great shame, don’t you think? That there are stories right there on the shelves, on that parchment, that I will never know, and that, perhaps, no one else will either, for I’m quite certain that, other than my father, no one ever goe

Once bitten, twice shy, as they say. Two years later, I was pregnant again. Time seemed to have passed by so quickly. Sometimes Horace would ask me, "How many years do I have left?" See? He was sharp, too. Just because he didn't ask often didn't mean he couldn't sense something was off. When he asked, I'd answer, "Only tomorrow. You should hurry up. When you're gone, I'll use your money to fill the house with young men. You know I could do it, right?"

“Come, Mia. Daddy is reading a story.” I look at Mikhail to see what he thinks. I don’t want to bother them. He looks at me for a second, then gives a small nod. I walk in and sit on the floor next to his legs. I lean my back on the side of the bed. He is quiet for a few seconds, then starts reading again. The story is about a lost horse, I think, but I don’t listen to the words. I only hear his voice. It’s deep. A little rough. I close my eyes and just listen.

felt like another piece of the puzzle was falling into place, making me even more certain that Thea was my long-lost child. Forcing a smile, I nodded. “Bella is a very special pony,” I said softly. Thea giggled and reached into my bag again. Her eyes widened as she pulled out a children’s book—another vestige of my pregnancy. The pages were faded and worn from reading it out loud over and over again while I’d been pregnant. She climbed onto the bed, snuggling into the covers. “Can we read a story now?” “Of course,” I said, blinking away misty tears as I settled beside her on the bed. I opened the book to the first page, but before I could start reading, Thea suddenly sat up, her face lighti

Adrian asked, reaching into the drawer in search of books. Arabella adjusted his disheveled hair, asking, “Do you want to hear the story about the superheroes? Or the…” “No.” Axel cut her off. He stretched his small hand to his Dad, pulling him onto the bed. “I don't want to hear fictional stories today.” Arabella and Adrian exchanged a glance, confused. “I want to hear the story about you two.” Axel looked between his mom and his dad, “From when you were small.” The room went quiet.

Matteo spent a long time gathering the courage before finally opening the files. The latest message was from the day Evelyn left. It was a secretly recorded video of him and Rebecca sharing a soft kiss in front of the piano. Rebecca had attached a caption. "You probably don't know this, but this is Matty's favorite place. I won't record what happens next. I don't think you'd be able to handle it. "Tell me, do you really think playing dumb helps? How does it feel being the mistress? Well, you've been a mistress your whole life, but hey, if you beg me nicely, maybe I'll let Matty visit you a few more times."