Disney Dinosaur Book Novels & Stories

Watching Ben as I shift the look of terror on his face as he begins to slowly back away from Brianna. Halfway through the shift he raises the gun and begins to fire at me only the bullets bounced off my scales. "What the hell are you?" He shouts. Only it was Bri that answered. "Your worst nightmare.” “You knew?” He accuses Bri. “You knew he was a monster? And you stayed with him?” “The only monster I see is you.” Then she looks lovingly at me. “I see before me; a heroic Dragon comes to save his princess.” My chest puffs up in pride as I remember her childhood game.

They are probably having a swell time together or with the maid. *** “Uncle Stephen!!” The children scream in glee. “Hey, pupsss!” He embraces them and sucks in their scent of powdery lavender. “What are you two onto?” He smiles and peeks into the books. “Coloring.” Bernice says. The dinosaurs are lizard-looking with the mixture of colors, “This is amazing.” He chuckles. “I love the colors.” “But they don’t fit the dinosaur.” Stephen shakes his head in amusement. Bernice playfully hits him.

He paused, as if waiting for her to answer. "You're going to wake up soon. The doctor said so. And when you do, we're going to go home and swim in the pool and eat star-shaped pancakes. And Colt is going to show you his new dinosaur book. He's been drawing pictures for you. There's a whole stack of them on your bedside table. You should see them. They're very good. One of them is a T-Rex with a rocket launcher. I don't think T-Rexes had rocket launchers, but Colt said it's creative license." He squeezed her hand gently.

"I know you're awake, baby. I can see the flashlight." The blanket moved. Luca's face appeared, sheepish. "I was just reading one more chapter." "I know." I sat on the edge of his bed. "What are you reading?" "The dinosaur book Dad got me. It has really cool pictures." He showed me the page. "Did you know that some scientists think dinosaurs might have had feathers? Like giant chickens!" "I didn't know that." "Yeah! Isn't that weird?" He set the book aside. "Mama, are you okay? You look sad."

“First thing. Dinosaur book?” “The one with the T-Rex facts,” Pascal said immediately. “Deal.” Pascal grinned, then hugged Nikolai again, quick and fierce, before sliding off Tiana’s lap. He looked between them, suddenly shy. “I’m gonna go put my backpack away,” he said. “And draw you another picture, Mummy. A whole family of dinosaurs.” Tiana’s throat tightened. “I can’t wait to see it, baby.” Pascal hesitated, then stepped forward and hugged her once more, gentler this time, careful of her legs. “Love you, Mummy.”

The dinosaur book had been on the kitchen table for three days. Nora noticed it on Sunday evening, when she was clearing away the dinner things. She moved it to the counter without thinking much of it. On Monday morning it was back on the table, open to a page on the Spinosaurus, Liam's spoon resting across it while he ate his cereal and read. "You've already read that one," she said. "I know." He didn't look up. "Caleb said Spinosaurus was probably a good swimmer. Because of the spine thing." He pointed at the ridge along the dinosaur's back without taking his eyes off the page. "It's for balance. In water."

Neither making any sense. I watched them. It was impossible not to. They were complete opposites. Yet somehow inseparable. "Daddy," Diana announced proudly. "Damien drew a dinosaur with six heads yesterday." Damien nodded. "It was awesome." "I'm sure it was." "It ate three cities." "Only three?" I asked. Damien looked impressed. "You understand dinosaurs." "I understand destruction." The boy laughed. Then Diana grabbed his hand. "Come sit." Before Damien could answer, another familiar voice interrupted.

Quinn murmured. Cade’s tummy growled and Quinn chuckled. “I think I need to feed the hungry dragon.” “Dinosaur, Daddy. It’s a dinosaur, not a dragon. Dragons are for big people.” He waited for Quinn to contradict him, but Quinn just nodded. “Of course it’s a dinosaur.” Quinn picked up one of the sandwich pieces.

Before I could respond, Jackson came barreling toward us, his little legs pumping as fast as they could. “Mommy, look! A dino!” he exclaimed, holding up the plush dinosaur Lily had given him. Cecilia’s face lit up as she crouched down to his level. “Oh my goodness, that’s the cutest dinosaur I’ve ever seen! What’s its name?” Jackson tilted his head, thinking hard. “Hmm… Dino-Squish!” “Dino-Squish?” Cecilia repeated, laughing. “That’s a perfect name, Jackson!”

Pausing at the entrance, she peered inside. A large wooden desk sat at the back of a beautiful room with pale butter-colored walls painted with creeping vines and blossoming flowers. Floor-to-ceiling bookshelves loomed behind the desk, filled with hundreds of books. Various curious objects were used as bookends, such as a saber-tooth tiger's skull, a hadrosaur's leg bone, and a cast model nest of oviraptor eggs. The nest would have been the most valuable piece in his collection if it hadn't been a replica. She'd heard real nest fossils went for a several million dollars at auctions. Everyone loved the idea of baby dinosaurs. And finding intact eggs was rare. Eggs were fragile and rarely surv