Dr. Seuss Mga Nobela at Kwento

Ezra I stayed quiet for a few seconds as I looked at the doors that opened, revealing the mansion that we were going to enter. Annalise let out a sigh of relief, clearly happy that we had arrived ‘safely’. She didn’t know the consequences that came with this arrival.

–G:TEXT: Her only response to that was a very excited set of x's and o's. She stood up, her lips outstretched to capacity. Now she could start her day, and just as she'd felt that morning when she woke, the butterflies swarmed around her belly in anticipation of when she'd see him again. She wasn't exaggerating when she said it to him. This was pure insanity—insanity that now seemed to fuel her heart and run through her veins, but the craziest thing about it was that she welcomed it.

She was only seven at the time. “Hartlynn Lane Xander age twenty-two, studying psychology at Hidden Falls community college.” Nico reads out then hands me the tablet and sits back down next to Casey who’s been working on finding the videos Harlow said Sandra confessed to have recorded. Hartlynn, what a unique name, it’s just as beautiful as she is I think to myself as I take a glance at her soft sleeping features. Her lips are slightly parted and pouty, there a soft warm natural pink and incredibly inviting, she has a soft lite of freckles across the bridge of her nose and onto her checks. There’s a single small mole or beauty mark on her now bruised right cheek just under her eye and her la

When Don saw Phelan, his eyes burned with hate. He bellowed—a sound that was somewhere between a yell, a moo, and a really loud belch. “Hey, Phelan,” She then shouted back. “Didn't I kill you already?” He pounded his fist into the dress she wore, and it crumpled like aluminum foil. A few dracaenae threw flaming javelins at her. She knocked them aside. A hellhound lunged, and she sidestepped. She could have stabbed it, but She hesitated. “This is not Mrs. O'Leary”, Don said to himself. This is an untamed wolf. It will kill me and all my friends.

Made simpler, she does not want to fall deeply in love. However, that dream never through. When she met him, he tore the corroded walls apart effortlessly and erected a four lettered tower on her world. The foundation was hinged on an unknown silent strength. It was so easy for him to plant a seed in her; a seed of love, but he never cared to nurture it neither was he there when it grew. How hurtful it is. Grace Anslem was the first child out of two. A graduate of psychology from Lagos State University. She is based in Abuja

I whispered, taking in the beauty he possessed. "Well, I'm not one of those men, you know. I'm different. I'm the god, sweetheart Hana. I don't do shit those men do." He sneered and it was mixed with confidence and disdain over the men alive on this earth. Because he thought he was superior. And he was not lying.

“I dream them. Most of them start with a dream, and I do the rest. I just write the dream out, and if it seems like part of a story, then I build it around the dream and make it longer. Most of my stories are pretty short. This particular story I haven’t written a bit of. I’ve been having these vivid dreams for about eight months now. They started a couple of months before I met you. Then they just started taking over my life. I stopped having them for a little while, but then they returned with a vengeance.” “I’ve had two seizures, and they always hit me when I seize. It’s like I can’t bring myself out of it until the story I need to see is told. The characters in the story are the ones I d

She was absolutely beautiful and glowing. “Mr. Daniels, Miss. Wilson, there is your beautiful baby.” Dr. Swan said as she pointed out the tiny little image on the screen. I couldn’t believe that this tiny little thing was our child. I stared at the picture while the doctor finished her exam on Lynn. “Well, everything looks just wonderful. The baby is right where it should be and I want to schedule an ultrasound in another two months to find out the sex of the baby if you want to know.” I looked over at the woman after the doctor said this.

“You can keep them. Just those ones…and fuvking seal your big mouth!” “Aye aye captain! Lips zipped.” Howard grinned while Eleanor clenched her teeth and stomped away. She had given off her cherished stickers halfheartedly to Howard. She couldn’t let uncle Bob and her dad find out she went out again. Not because she wasn’t allowed to but because her reason for leaving the house was something they should never learn of.

She’s scribbling on the pages of her notes, with her fingers twirling around her hair. I start to cough and shift uncomfortably on my seat. I can’t seem to be comfortable with Justin sitting right beside me. Should I ask the teacher to change her seat? Maybe that would help. I cough again as my wolf starts to purr so loud that Justin may hear. “Are you into fantasy and world of fairytales?” Justin asks me. I surprisingly look at Justin as I don’t know what to say. “Huh?” Really? Of all things to say, this is what I come up with.