Gingerbread Stories Novels & Stories

“I’ve got you. Just breathe, little sis.” I swallowed hard, heat rushing through me at his touch even through my jeans. “Don’t call me that right now. It feels weird when it’s just us.” He chuckled low, that rough sound sending shivers down my spine. “Why? Because you like it too much?” We finally made it to the cabin after what felt like hours. The snow was already piling up against the door as we rushed inside, shaking off flakes. Jax immediately got the fireplace going while I unpacked some food from the cooler.

Casey pouted and Annabella chuckled "Are you trying to bribe me?" She sat down on the bed,their heads on her laps "Please another story,then we will sleep" Alex said "Fine,why not??" "Yeee!" Casey and Alex screamed "So the title of our new bedtime story is Jack and the beanstalk" Annabella said "Wow,I've never heard about that" Casey said "Me too" Alex said "Then listen as I narrate to you"Annabella said and they both smiled,then she started

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There was space for three desks arranged in a rough triangle, a comfortable reading area where participants could relax between sessions, and a coffee maker that Sienna brought from her apartment because the regular lab coffee was "unfit for human consumption." They fell into patterns. Marcus usually arrived first, around 6 AM, and had the coffee brewing and the schedule reviewed by 7 AM. Ava came in around 7:30, usually with pastries from the bakery two blocks away. Sienna arrived last, around 8, and the real work began.

I'm very grateful to her, but after years of closing myself off from everyone, it's not easy to open up again. I finished getting ready for school, so I went down to have breakfast. As usual, Aunt Autumn made one of her odd flavoured pancakes. It was purple this time, which was a lot better than the green pancakes she made last time. It tasted like ube, which is a purple yam that we got from my grandmother yesterday. To be honest, despite receiving so much stuff from her, I've actually never met my grandmother. Ever since that accident, the thought of passing by the same place where my mother died... It just leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

The End" She said as she smiled at her son whom still looked at her, expecting her to continue with the story. "But Mama this story does not really interest me this night. I have heard alot of stories about Santa. Please tell me something different?" "Fine! I will. But promise me that after this it will be over?" "If I like it Mama" he responded. " Ok then, I will call this story THE LITTLEST ELF"

Jasper merrily told Lila, a smile stretching out on his face. “Does she have a brother called Hansel?” Lila asked sardonically. “Nope. She’s an only child,” Jasper quickly answered, apparently missing the reference entirely. “Do you know who Hansel and Gretel are?” Lila quizzed. “No,” Jasper replied. “They’re two children from a German folk tale who get kicked out by their stepmother to be lost in the woods and find a witch’s house that's completely made out of sugar. She makes them work and feeds them to fatten them up to cook for the devil to eat. Then, when its time to cook the children, they trick the devil and make him fall into the oven, and then run away, following a path of white sto

‘I am not a baby anymore, Mama. The pale yellow light which comes from the moon lamp makes me see Mallory’s face in the dark room. She has small eyes with bigger and darker eyeballs, similar to a doll. Her face is round and a little chubby. And she has a flat nose and thin pink pair of lips. ‘Close your eyes pretty Mallory, I’ll tell you a story.’ I said and lightly pinch her small nose. ‘Once upon a time there were two children named Hansel and Gretel. Their stepmother abandoned them in the forest. But Hansel is a smart kid, he drops pebbles on the ground on their way to the forest…’

Razor wouldn't even spar with Gia thus inflating her ego even more. Once all the children were bathed, we followed them downstairs for their bedtime snack & story. This had become a routine in our house. Every night, after baths, I made the kids a snack tray that consisted of meats, cheeses & fruits. Ray made them chamomile tea, & we told them a story while they had their snacks. It was my clever way of teaching them their history while they were still young. Usually Ray told the stories, since he had lived through the majority of them, but sometimes I told them, since werewolf & witch history literally lived in my DNA. Once the snack tray was ready, we gathered in the den infront of the fir

It had been such a great experience. Afterwards, another wave of memories came flooding in. I was back in the comfort of our kitchen, and my parents were there. It was Mr. and Mrs. Baker but they looked younger. We were all gathered around the table, including Chris, making gingerbread cookies. The kitchen was a flurry of activity: Mrs. Baker’s gentle guidance as she showed me how to pipe icing onto my cookie, and Mr. Baker’s playful sneaking of cookies when he thought no one was watching. Chris’s laughter intertwined with ours as he tried to create the most elaborate cookie design, only to have Mrs. Baker steal the last piece of dough for herself.