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It was Francine. I gave a nod but tried to maintain a stern face. Alex ran to me and asked, "So are we riding an airplane? " "Yes we are little boy." I said smirking at him and messing up his hair. The sound of horns from the taxi signaled that we were all about to have a major change in our lives. I am Attorney Providence Dalton. Provi to my my closest friends.. Atty. Pro to my colleagues… This is my story.

I should keep calm. His children came, twice before the end of July. They were very happy to see her and vice versa. On the second occasion, Anuri gave both of them story books, beautifully illustrated. Kelechi got Pinocchio and the Beauty and the Beast. Ola got Sleeping Beauty and Cinderella. How happy they were. Of course, someone would guide them in reading the very simple English in which they were written. But merely gazing at the illustrations made them happy. 'Oh, K.C., see Rose dancing with the prince,' said Ola lightly. 'Pooh, see the ugly witch.' She frowned.

*Hello all. I just want to tell you all a big thanks for following and reading my book. I know I have my mistakes with grammar. But I am doing all the best I can, also with the help of a program to correct grammar, and I hope it works. I hope you all enjoy the story Kind regards LAURA

“Be back soon.” Rory and I waved as her parents backed out of the driveway and zoomed away. “All right, shortcake.” I dug the spare key out from behind a clay pot of marigolds. “What do you say we head inside and I’ll read you a story?” “Okay, but you have to do the voices like Daddy or else the story people get mad.”

If you're going to read, just read. For those at the right age, legal age you're free to read this story. Let's all be open-minded. Read at your own risk and handle your self in a good way. Be mindful of your actions and thoughts. I hope this story will teach you some good lessons. At the end of the story, I know you'll learn something. So, thank you in advance. Hope you have fun. It's my pleasure to serve you Ma'am/Sir. You may now read my wonderful story. (⌒_⌒)♡

He punched the locker then stormed off. I know he needed my touch because I needed his just as much but I needed more than just his body. I know I'm getting greedier every day that passed but he needed to give me all of him or nothing at all. The next three periods I made it through in a haze. In English we just finished Romeo and Juliet and now needed to write an entire paper about it. I scoffed at the ridiculousness of it though. We read little excerpts and the teacher did nothing but translate it from old English. There was no deeper meaning given about the story.

She slid her chair closer until her knee touched the bedrail, rested her bandaged hand on the blanket at Lucia’s shoulder, and opened to the first page. Her voice started small, the way you begin when you’re not sure the room wants sound. It warmed as it went, the words finding their own pace. She didn’t perform. She read like someone telling a story to a person who already knows how it ends and needs only the comfort of hearing it again. “…and the fox,” she said, “wasn’t brave because he didn’t feel afraid. He was brave because he stayed.”

This story actually has a happy ending! —The End

Madison After dinner, I supervised bath time while Hazel cleaned up the kitchen. Ethan splashed enthusiastically, creating tidal waves that soaked my sweater. "Mommy, can we read three stories tonight?" "One story," I countered, wrapping him in a towel. "It's a school night." "Two stories?" "One and a half." "What's half a story?" "You'll find out." I got him into pajamas and tucked him into bed, selecting his current favorite book about a dragon who was afraid of his own fire.

He sat on the edge of the bed and kissed the top of her head. “My princess... always smelling wonderful.” He ran a hand through her hair. “What story would you like tonight?” Luna’s face lit up. The Little Mouse, the Red Ripe Strawberry, and the Big Hungry Bear. Edgar picked up the book and read it slowly, changing his voice for each character, just as he always did. When he finished, he closed the book, said a prayer with her, kissed her forehead again, and tucked the blanket around her. “Sleep well, my princess.”