Goody Two-shoes Book Novels & Stories

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

Isn't that strange? Looking clearly pensive with the demeanor of a wooing man, Goodness said he made a move to bring the book out of its cage. He said he made a move to lure the book out of its trapped box, filled with frolicsome throngs of dust, particles, dirt and dust particles. Wait! Am I forgetting something about his dream? Because it seems I am confused between dust and dust particles. Honestly, I can't remember what he claimed he saw in the cage of the most untouched book of a small town in his dream but I know the book was cladded in all shades and manner of dusts, struggling to catch up with the books world, struggling to catch up with the average number of clients that had opened

Finally, with a sigh, I shook my head and muttered to myself, “I can only have one of you.” The marshmallow looked innocent enough. The book, on the other hand, was dangerously sweet. After a moment of consideration, I popped the marshmallow into my mouth and continued reading. The book Indy gave me was a short romance story. She had said it would be a good place to start. I was beginning to suspect that she had deliberately chosen something that would make my heart explode. It was the classic story of a prince and a pauper. The female lead was poor, kind, and so selfless that it made my stomach hurt sometimes. She helped strangers, fed animals, and forgave people who did not deserve forgive

Seeing me, she grabbed my hand and screamed, "Sion is a monster… You have to save me!" I frowned, noticing that even makeup couldn't hide the bruise on her neck. "Tell me, what happened?" Joey was still panicking and gulped before she finally spoke. She had gotten bored and was exploring Sion's castle when she found his secret room. She shuddered, her previous dignity gone. "It's filled torture tools, and there's a deep pool of blood on the floor. And…" She paused, her nails digging into my harm. "There's this tome that says Sion stays alive by eating the hearts of young girls! That the more infatuated his victim is with him, the better!"

After a rather embarrassing checkout we head back to Annie’s house where she promptly gets on the intercom, “George! Bedroom! Five minutes!” She tosses me a wink and disappears, leaving me to take my new toys to the bedroom. I pull out the blue man book and toss the rest of the bags under the bed before sitting down and cracking it open. The first few chapters were a bit much and I almost stopped reading, but once I got to the horns as handlebars scene I was hooked. I didn’t even notice James come in and lay beside me until he snorts, “what’s the point of a spur on his dick?”

Chloe and Mia teased me endlessly as I prepared hard for the day that was almost rolling in. “You are making a big deal out of this.” Chloe chewed along with the gum in her mouth “It’s just like a cup of coffee. Once you take two sips, you gulp down the rest and get done with it. You should have lost it two years ago with us. Then, you wouldn't be this dramatic,” Mia cackled. They had come around to stay with me and prepare for my birthday the next day. The gentle breeze seeping in through the opened window grazed my skin at the very moment the lead character in the book I was reading slipped his hand into the girl's panties.

“We’ll keep the money. It’ll be the capital you use to turn things around. Your sister’s soft-hearted. If we play our cards right, that money will end up ours sooner or later. “Come on, let’s go home. We need to figure out how to plant your money-tree sister back where she belongs!” Watching them whisper by the roadside and eventually leave in a taxi, smiling as if everything had worked out, a chill ran down my spine as I stood by the floor-to-ceiling window above. Ethan walked up behind me and handed me a cup of hot cocoa. “What’s wrong?” I tightened my grip on the cup. “Knowing them, they’re probably plotting something.” Ethan let out a cold laugh, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes. “Let

He did enough. She cleaned up and returned to her bed. She had a new book, one Keegan had found when he went to get the suitcase with treats. That was one secret he refused to share with her but she didn’t mind. He could have his secrets. She didn’t want to know everything, just enough to feel safe and secure. It was a book called Heidi and she felt it was more of a children’s book than one for adults but it was still enjoyable. She had three more to read when she finished it and she had to admit that life was good, for the time being. She was warm and fed. She had a book and treats to eat while reading it. She could do with a cup for coffee but boiled water was a scarcity. She couldn’t find

“Work isn’t life. Or love. You can’t equate the two.” “I just don’t want you to think that I’m going to change into someone I’m not.” Ace's laughter rang out. “You mean, Mrs. Goody Two Shoes isn’t going to become Mrs. Party person? Yeah, no worries. I didn’t think so.” A line bisected his forehead as he pursed his lips in thought. “But let me say something, and I can’t be near you because you’re too goddamn distracting, so go sit over there.” He pointed to the couch.