Eenie Meenie Book Novels & Stories

One afternoon, as they sat on the porch swing, Nanny Mama Hazel, her eyes twinkling with amusement, announced, "Theo, I have a surprise for you!" Theo, his face alight with curiosity, leaned forward, his small hand reaching out to touch Nanny Mama Hazel's. "What is it, Nanny Mama Hazel?" Nanny Mama Hazel smiled, her voice a gentle melody. "I've been saving this for a special occasion. It's a book, a very special book." She reached into her bag and pulled out a beautifully illustrated book, its cover adorned with a picture of a firefly. Theo's eyes widened with delight.

I pick it up and begin thumbing through it. "Hey, babe, what do you think of this?" I show the front to Tiffany as she rounds the corner. "What is it?" "It's called Peanut's Wish." I flip through some of the pages. "It looks it's about a baby who can't wait to be born, or… I don't know. It sounds weird when I say that. It looks cute though."

I pick it up and begin thumbing through it. "Hey, babe, what do you think of this?" I show the front to Tiffany as she rounds the corner. "What is it?" "It's called Peanut's Wish." I flip through some of the pages. "It looks it's about a baby who can't wait to be born, or… I don't know. It sounds weird when I say that. It looks cute though."

Ennie smiled encouragingly at her. At first, Germaine wondered why she would tell her to open the book, but then she looked down and saw the title - The Journey to the Talisman - and her heartbeat quickened in her chest. She opened the book to the first page and she released a gasp at what she saw.

Little Mien that had a half point similar to Damien face and who was reading a book closes his book abruptly after hearing what his mommy had said. Standing up. Two little furry heads hurriedly gone to Kate side and hugged Kate. Kate was startled but then smiled and crouched. “Why don’t you continue to play?” Kate asked as she really did not understand why her little children stopped playing and-reading a book. Ayanie tilted her head and seriously said. “Mommy is tired so we cannot play anymore” “Mm-mm” Little Mien also said with an expressionless face but still had his dark red eyes tinted with worry looking at their delicate mother.

I really hope you like it Do you peepos think our Haris kidnapped Somia??! Pretty interesting Huhh Peeposssss Why are peepos not reviewing the book?? Minie is angry *red cheeks* Am I not cute??? Pweaseee Pweaseee review the book. I love you all so much na

“Uh, hi?” “Oh, hi!” She sets her book down on the counter and looks at me as if she honestly didn’t know I was there. She takes a deep sniff of the air and gives me a broad smile. She’s cute with big blue eyes, but I’m distracted by the book. It’s a picture book called ‘Pudgy Pup Plays Pretend’. I think my parents used to read that to me when I was a kid. Based on the concentration she was showing, I would have sworn it was going to be the Iliad or War and Peace or something.

"Just get some pizzas. Oh, breadsticks and applesauce for Kas. Do you want anything else, Baby?" "A banana would be great. I'm really hungry." Bronx smiles. "Get the lady a banana, Milo!" I turn back to the book I'm reading. It is written in old English, so it's difficult to understand. I flip the page to find a beautiful hand-painted illustration. It is a depiction of the Moon Goddess. There's a man standing next to her that looks like a king. They are surrounded by children. She is holding a baby in her arms with gray hair and violet eyes. The title on the next page says 'Menae - Children of Selene'. No freaking way.

Eve pointed to a small stack of books on top of the shelf in the corner of the room. “Which one would you like?” He asked Eve as he picked up the books. “My mommy and me.” Eve answered. That one was her favourite. Lincoln flicked through the books until he found the one with a bear on the cover with a little cub with My mommy and me. Eve scooted over and patted the bed beside her. Lincoln went and sat on the spot Eve made for him.

he said. Inside were pages full of pencil sketches and short, clumsy sentences—none of them professionally done, all of them exactly him. There was a crooked family on the first page with two parents and a rescue dog named Bix. The second page had a sketch that looked suspiciously like our penthouse couch, with the caption: Where Tuesdays live. The book was a hand-made children’s story: The Little House That Held Tuesdays. Each page held a tiny adventure—the first puddle jump, the first burned pancake, the time a kite escaped and came back with a ribbon.