For Narnia 소설 & 이야기

She screamed in his ears. “Where did you learn that from?” He asked frowning. “Mary told me. There is Cinderella. I wanb Cinderella.” She said and a soft smile played on his lips at the demands of his almost 3-year-old daughter and her mispronunciation. Her birthday was the coming week and she had already been making a list of the things she want. Mary was their nanny and would read them princess stories, so when Tilly asked her where they lived, she told them it was Disney land.

Hawthorne out of the office and down the hallway toward a large room on the first floor she referred to as the nursery. The second I stepped inside, I nearly laughed. The room looked like an upscale toy store had exploded. Stuffed animals covered shelves from floor to ceiling. Dolls sat propped neatly in tiny chairs. There were miniature castles, toy kitchens, tea sets, and enough books to fill a small library. In the far corner sat a tiny blonde girl at a child-sized table. Three dolls were arranged around her, each with tiny teacups placed in front of them. A tea party.

There is a photo indicated in mama's email. Long straight hair, with her gray eyes. Her natural eyebrows are thick and her nose is pointy. Accompanied by her perfect lips that’s pinkish. Fuck! Is this one really a maid? That was my question when mama sent it. And since then, mama has always sent me pictures of Zella. Damn! I'm always excited whenever I received an email. And sometimes I get a bad trip when the email doesn't come from mama. She's fucking too attractive to be our nanny. Not to mention her perfect body figure.

BRIGHT SCHOOLS It was already closing time and students were already trouping out of the school, most of them their parents had already picked them up while some were still waiting for their parents to pick them up and Kathy and her siblings were also among those waiting for their parents. "Guys, I want to ask a question" Kathy spoke up. "What?" Freddie and Flora asked. "Do you guys like the new nanny?" Kathy asked. "Yes, she is nice and also a good cook" Freddie replied. "Really! You think she is nice because she is a good cook" Kathy frowned. "It's not just that, she is nice" Flora muttered. "We shouldn't believe that, I'm sure she is just acting" Kathy said still frowning.

I screamed. The boys stopped what they were doing as they gave me a confused look. "What's N@rnia?" They asked at the same time. "...." I mentally face palmed at my epic fail moment. Duh! How can they know N@rnia? It's not like they're reading them, much less watched it. Oh well, I started it now so why not continue? "Uhh...nevermind! Just look at it! There's a magical portal. Look!" I pointed at the inside of the closet.

However, that feeling of guilt from giving up and letting those 2 or 3 readers who are patiently waiting for the next chapter or story or series is unbearably worse. That’s what my pseudonym, Narnia Resident No 5 or Fifth Narnian Resident, is all about. As someone who fell in love with Narnia and the entire Narnian series, I made it my goal to help you feel as though you have been transported to a dream world where no one can hurt you nor can time touch you. An escape from reality is something I believe you might need especially if you’re stressed. In this story, the world was Pasiphae and Ceres.

It seemed to radiate a faint magical aura. Curiosity getting the better of them, Alex picked up the book. Its cover was adorned with intricate runes and symbols, and the title read, "The Chronicles of Destiny: A Hero's Journey." The pages within were filled with tales of chosen heroes who had risen to face great challenges. As they read through the stories, a sense of connection and purpose washed over Alex. It was as if these heroes from different realms were speaking directly to them, urging them to embrace their own destiny. With the book in hand, Alex sought the wisdom of the town's sage, Mrs. Evelyn, known for her knowledge of the mystical and arcane. She lived in a cozy cottage on the

That just earned me a chuckle as I got my phone to pair up with his Bluetooth in the car, within seconds the reading started. ‘Akarnae by Lynette Noni’ Starts up. “Wow this sounds like a Harry Potter story,” He told me, I smiled at him, “It sounds like it but it’s more a mixture of Lord of the rings and The Chronicles of Narda. Do you not like Harry Potter?” I asked, “No, but it’s kind of like that.” He starts laughing, “Kiddo it’s ok I know it’s not Harry Potter, but I do like your taste in stories.” He said, sounding happy, I smiled out the window making sure he doesn’t see that we could get along well if we like the same things.

Then he saw the Narn fighter. The Narn looks like humans, but they have a tail. Their skin is very tough like it is covered in steel armor and their skin various through their world. This fighter was dark red. He was carrying twin axes. Once the host announce the start of the fight, it wasn’t even 5 minutes before the fight ended. The Narn fighter won by a land side. The host announce the winner as the Narn and making it a tie. “Ladies and gentlemen, we have a tie. I know everyone wants blood and gore. So, to break this tie, we will have the strongest warriors from the humans and the Narn fight. Fighters you have 15 min to prepare and be ready to fight.

And then—movement. A glow began at the far end of the cavern. Firelight, flickering red. I forced my feet forward, toward the throne they spoke of in stories. Each step echoed, too loud. My pulse pounded between my legs. The chamber opened wide, a cathedral of stone. And there—at the center—rose a throne carved from obsidian, slick and glistening like wet flesh. He sat upon it. And every fantasy I had ever nursed shriveled before the reality of him.