Fluffy Books Novels & Stories

Fleurie wrote again. " Let's see, I guess I'm terrified of overthinking since it leads to another weird and unhappy world." She definitely fears overthinking, which is why she isn't very outgoing; she is terrified of others criticizing her. "Do you enjoy reading books?" Marisa is infatuated with reading; she has four large boxes loaded with books, and that is just half of them. They are quite appealing to me, as is the book Salt to the Sea. I've read it maybe six times and haven't grown tired of it. Fleurie wrote joyfully.

Sounds good. Wish I could join you.... Then I get a quick shot of the cover. What on earth's she reading? Tipping back her book to see the jacket, it's a bright splash of cartoon figures against a gentian blue sky. Smiley faced men and women frolic with a dog in front of a kids' classic 'first house drawing': a square box, with a triangle of a roof and a window in each corner. I peer at the blurb on the back.... "A few weeks ago, it was finite element analysis and Fourier series. Now you're reading chick-lit?"

Elias stayed quiet for a long beat, then his fingers brushed my waist again, light as a feather. “You always sit at the same table by the window,” he said finally. “Hair up in that messy bun when you’re focused. You bite your lip when you read something interesting. And you return books with little notes sometimes. Thank you cards. Most students don’t do that.” I smiled in the dark. “You read my notes?” “Hard not to. You have good handwriting.” His thumb traced small circles on my side, under the edge of my sweater. “I looked forward to seeing you come in. Told myself it was just because you actually used the library right.”

Fair. Apparently being a baby wasn't a valid excuse. Reasonable honestly. Several minutes later she disappeared. God. Then returned carrying an alphabet book. Fair. A very large alphabet book. Reasonable. The kind usually intended for children who could sit upright. God. Not babies who occasionally sneezed at random. Fair. Then Lily sat directly in front of Peanut. Reasonable. Opened the book. God. And school began. Fair. "A." Reasonable. Peanut stared. God.

Finally. She need not pretend any longer. In William’s arms was where she wanted to be. ~The End~ Look for these books in this series: Let's Fall in Love Again (book 2) Let's Create a Wonderland (book 3) Let's be Together (book 4)

He listened contentedly, one hand on my leg as he watched me move my lips. Fluffy nuzzled my leg; now that I had been with him several days, his face was less scary than when I first met him. His little mushroom type of nose was dark, damp, and warm. He laid his head right in my lap, and I petted the unruly hair between his eyes. “What is this animal?” I wondered aloud. There are so many animals here that I do not know what they are. Fluffy looks like a cross between a cat and a dog from where I am from. One animal is independent, and the other is bent on pleasing you, making you the center of its world. “So what is it? What kind of animal is this? Cat?” Creed shook his head, his hand messin

Debby soothed her and Lilly was very grateful for her best friend's caring attitude. "This may the book you are looking for, kitten..." Finn gave her an old book and she read the title on its brown cover. “Dryads, The Heart of The Forest…” She read slowly. “Dryads… You mentioned it once to me.” Lilly looked at the three of them and they nodded their heads. “Hm. What you are looking for may not be all there. If you want to ask something. We are here…” Luca stroked her head. She smiled, saying thank you. She took the book and Declan put two more books that he brought, on the table. The books looked thicker than the one Lilly was holding. She read one of them and it was a book about mystical cr

She admired the colours each one had and how each presented itself with a unique quirk. Noticing one that seemed to have worn off more than the rest she pulled it out of the rack. Flipping it over to see its cover she smiled at the title written in bold letters the words read Greensburrow. It was a children's book about a young boy and girl who arrived at an orphanage together and became good friends. The girl, Anna was an adventurous soul who would often get herself in trouble but had Eliot, the boy always there to save her.

When I took the calico cat from the man, her claws caught on my cuff. The man lowered his eyes and freed me, his movements steady. "She's called Fluffball. She's shy around strangers, but she loves drawing paper." I looked down. Fluffball had already jumped onto my box of sketches and was dozing off. The man handed me a name card—Old Times Bookstore, Tyler Tanner. "There's a restoration bench for old books next door. If you're short on tools, you can come borrow some," Tyler said.

I told her this and she promised she’d let me- The ink fades to white, and there’s nothing more. I flip desperately through the remaining pages, but the rest of the book is completely blank. Once I’m satisfied that I’ve searched every nook and cranny of the book, I lay it on the floor and reach inside the box for the other book. This one is larger – a photo album, with a plain white cover, stained brown with age.