Faber Books Novels & Stories

It was a book they had read countless times, but each time, it held a new magic, a new wonder for Theo. “Once upon a time,” Hazel began, her voice soft and soothing, “there was a little bear named Barnaby who loved to go on adventures.” Theo’s eyes widened, his attention captivated by the story. He listened intently, his tiny fingers tracing the illustrations, his imagination soaring with each word Hazel spoke. The story of Barnaby the bear, his adventures in the forest, his encounters with talking squirrels and mischievous rabbits, filled the room with a sense of magic and wonder. Theo giggled at Barnaby’s antics, his heart filled with joy.

Sorry, she wants to see it, but Barbie Princess and the Little Mermaid is only for kids, which isn't a bad thing. I bit my lower lip and replied, "Well, our baby is a girl, and watching cartoons is part of her growing up." "No, I don't want her to watch a love story or fairy tales. Instead, I want her to watch cocomelon, and more has alphabetical rhymes and educational reasons," Fabian said. Nanny Rose said, "Yes, Sir." "Good." Charlotte's nanny took her to the lake to watch the swans and some ducks. I looked at Fabian, who was staring at me, and asked, "What?"

LORENA “Okay, which book?” I asked my son, my throat slightly strained from emotions. The truth was I wanted a real family. A husband that loved me, children running around our home, grandparents that cherished them. I wanted it all, though I was more likely to get to the moon than get any of it. “Fiaba,” he demanded. Fairy tale. “Well, buddy. Alessandro can read you a fiaba. I’ll read you Green Eggs and Ham.”

"Please, I want the book. One day I will understand." Brandt smiled and replied with humor, "If you ever make sense of it, let me know. You can then argue with my father on the merits of Christianity. He believes in the Goddess and loves nothing better than a good philosophical debate." He turned and picked up another book. It had a picture of a wolf with a snowy mountain background. "This is Jack London's Call of the Wild and it's the one we'll read first. Let's finish the cake and then get ready for our evening company."

Madeline and Jeremy followed Fabian to the door of Lillian's room. Before they walked in, the couple heard Fabian's gentle and coaxing voice coming from the room. “What's wrong, Lily? You can’t sleep?” Fabian asked very gently, and Madeline and Jeremy saw their baby princess nodding slightly. Fabian was very patient, and he took a storybook from the shelf on the side. “Well then, Lily, be a good girl and close your eyes. I will tell you a story.”

Hello, Future Generations. My name is Saber. I’m the current Queen-to-be of the Fox Skulk (Foxes have Skulks like wolves have packs). I understand if this is a new concept to you or if you think that this book you have found can’t be real. I mean, Fox Skulk? Fox Shifters? Magic? If you’re a normal human living your mundane life, I’m sorry, but I’m about to blow the lid off everything you know.

“Together.” The sunlight streaming through the library windows had shifted to a mellow gold, catching dust motes in the air. We had been here since morning—surrounded by piles of parenting books, notebooks, and scattered sticky notes with phrases like feeding intervals and safe sleep positions. The smell of parchment and tea mixed with the faint floral scent of Seraphina’s hair. By afternoon, we were down to the last book on the stack—its title written in soft silver across the cover: From Pack Leader to Father: Transitioning with Grace.

Friday began as a normal day, Tess Fairmont woke up, made breakfast, coffee, and feed the cats. Just a regular day like any other of Tessa Fairmont’s slow paced days. But that was a day that became a day that changed her whole life’s trajectory in an instance. It was November, Tess had just gotten done with her shift. Alex and Tess had been having more fights frequently. Tess got home and noticed empty beer bottles strewn about the room.

Because the only way out is forward, even if it hurts. “Wanna hear me read your bedtime story?” I smiled when she nodded. I stood up and walked towards the mini shelf in her room, which housed several stories from best-selling childhood authors. Author TED is, so far, my favorite children’s book author. She doesn’t just tell realistic stories; she weaves tales of courage, faith, hope, and love in a way that moves not only the child being read to but also the parent reading aloud. I picked up The Dancing Princess.

Danny said finally. Faber stood, picking up his stool and moving it to the side. He went to the far wall and did something Danny could not see. A panel opened. Behind it were shelves, floor to ceiling, lined with binders and drives and the particular organized density of someone who had been doing a single thing for a very long time with no other claims on their attention.