Goody Two-shoes Book 소설 & 이야기

She dressed me once again in a diaper making me frown, I don’t need one, but the bathroom was out of order, I pouted when she had me dressed in a new clean skirt and dry high socks. “I have to go back in” I tell her, I can’t leave before the shipment is fully sorted. “How far do you have left?” she asks. “Uhh…an hour but I have to finish sorting the new books” I tell her looking down at my lap. “Come on baby I can help you” she says, holding my hand and walking back inside the store, she did as she said and helped sort the rest of the books.

I was lost in my own thoughts again and only caught bits and pieces of their conversation. ***** I slipped on a pair of shorts and a tank top to sleep in and climbed into my bed next to Tawny. You were never too old for a sleepover! Especially when it had been too long since I had the company of my best friend. She was there for me and she was there when they finally rescued me from these very dungeons, helping to carry me out. This beautiful girl curled up next to me was no longer the bullied wall flower I first met. She saw me at my worst and held my hand the whole time, never judging me or looking at me with shame in her eyes. She never felt sorry for me. She held me up, her and my mother

Which of the hundred books would tell me what I needed to know? I pulled out a book that read ’trolls and termites’ It was basically a gag book about how werewolves viewed trolls, how they were dirty, nasty, and not very friendly. If you had ever come across one, chances were you wouldn't leave in a good mood. I placed it back on the shelf and continued walking around. I saw a book with a golden tail on the top shelf. I got up on my toes and reached for it but the tips of my fingers only scraped it.

I walked away from the dress shop, I stopped to look at my map and make sure I was heading in the right direction. I walked in the direction the map was suggesting. When I arrived, I saw a cute older lady inside with a dusting brush. The bookstore seems quaint and antique. I was looking for a vintage book that I heard Hunter used to love as kid. The book is very old, it was published in 1821 so perhaps his grandmother used to read it to him? I only heard him mention it to my mother. Father’s Day is soon, and I want to get him a gift. It is called “The Two Doves and The Owl.”

They climbed onto the big, soft sofa together, sinking deep into the cushions. "Okay, my loves," I said, kneeling right in front of them and tucking the blankets around their bare toes. "We are home now. The bad lady is gone. The scary day is over. What do you want to do next? You get to pick." Rosy looked at the tall bookshelf near the window. "I want my animal book," she said, her voice still a little shaky. "The one with the big pictures of the lions and the furry bears."

“evidence suggests you do.” That did it. I threw the book onto a chair. "Fine. I'll read your stupid rulebook. But I need to find my shoe." I turned and stomped out, the irony of my one-shoed stomp not exactly lost on me. I almost hit my elbow at the doorframe as I stomped into my room. I found the traitorous show hiding under the bed. I didn't know what else to do, I stare at the matching diamond earrings and my hands shook as I tried to put them on.

I quickly reach out and place my small hand in his own ; his face returns to the calm and collected way that it was but this time however , a smile dances on his face. He slowly and carefully pulls me forward , ushering me out of the carriage. He treats me so gentle at times ; as if I am the world’s most prized possession. I pull myself forward from the carriage seat and then softly lay my feet on the scorching ground. Though I wear shoes , I can feel the heat penetrate the thick material and blister my feet. Alex closes the carriage door behind me , and while still holding my hand he pulls me along gently inside his the castle.

The little shoes that the little girl wore squeaked each time she took a step, making a delightful sound. Her little figure seemed to have left a magical effect on Hilda and attracted her gaze. Hilda watched as the tiny figure left while listening to her squeaky shoes until she completely vanished from her sight. The next day, Hilda did not head anywhere as the weather was unbearable for her. She found a recipe book somewhere in the villa with many recipes written for making sausages, braised meat, and pickled vegetables. She wanted to learn to cook all those a while ago so that she would not have to worry much about getting delicious food once she returned to Africa.

Her long red hair is up in a high ponytail, she has swapped her normal stiletto heels for a pair of black boots with a square heel but just as high. I go to open my grimoire, my mother joining me looking over my shoulder. I hand her the book once I have it opened on the correct page. She reads it over, her eyes darting from one side to the other as she makes different noises, making me nervous. Finally she looks up at me with a smile.

The book is about Cinderella, a poor girl who is abused by her stepmother and stepsisters, and then she meets a fairy godmother who magics a fancy dress and shiny shoes so that Cinderella can go to the ball, meet her prince, and live happily ever after. 'What nonsense.', Talia thought. 'The story is rubbish. One's fortune can't depend on a pair of shoes', but Talia still cracked a smile. This book reminds Talia of Olivia, the only member of the Red Moon pack who treated her as a person. Olivia left the pack about one year ago and Talia misses her dearly. Every night Talia hugs that book to sleep, and she remembers Olivia. Olivia is two years older than Talia and her father is Dr. Scott, the