Romans & histoires Grumpy Sunshine Fantasy Books

Mountain's feature softened and he was about to say something to Joseph when the girl shouted, "Incoming!" Mountain was fast. Extremely fast for a large person. He came at Joseph like a blur and tackled him to the ground. A jumbled vision of foliage and trees and bushes, before he felt himself slammed against the ground. Joseph felt the wind knocked out of him as he heard the whistle followed by the loudest sound he's ever heard in all his 16 years under the Tau Ceti sun.

"Mr Philip sent me to give this to you." "Thanks." I collected the book to inspect the front cover, while he showed off some dimples. The book had a raccoon as it's display photo. The raccoon looked thrilled to bits with both hands up and mouth open like it was shouting. The background was yellow, it had the words, 'furiosly happy' boldly written on it. Under the book title, there were word too that said, 'a funny book about terrible things' written in smaller font, while the author's name was Jenny Lawson.

If I didn’t know better, I’d think the pup was an empath with some witch blood in him. Both pups do something new every day, which gives both Brandon and me something to look forward to. At first, they were the only reason we got out of bed in the morning. To see their gray, raincloud eyes that look so much like their mother’s. To watch an expression of mischief cross Christy’s face that was all Charlie or to hear a jargoned song cadence from Jared that sounded like the song that Charlie used to always sing to them: You are my sunshine. My only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray. You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you. Please don’t take my sunshine away.

Esther pointed to the bathroom, ruffled the hair of the two adorable children, and said gently, "I'm going to take a shower. We'll chat later, alright?" "Okay." When Esther came out of the shower, Felix had fallen asleep. As a boy, Felix often played vigorously during the day. Once his energy was spent, he would sleep early in the evening. "Sunshine, what book are you reading?" Esther sat down next to Sunshine. Sunshine snuggled into Esther's arms like a clingy kitten. "Mommy, you smell so nice!" Esther saw that Sunshine was reading "The Magic School Bus", so she joined Sunshine and began reading the picture book with her.

“After one shirtless vision?” “He glowed,” I whispered. “So does fungus. That don’t make it mate material.” “Did you see those abs? I could use them to cut bread.” “Girl, I know you’re lonely, but let’s not go feral over abs and cheekbones.” “I’m not going feral. I’m going cautiously enchanted. There’s a difference.” “You drooled.” “I was hydrated.” But… The book flopped open on its own. Magic pulsed from the pages like a heartbeat.

This' where the meeting would be held. The small library at the wall is stocked with a few interesting books to use and pass some time. I pick up a book that attracts my attention, from a glimpse of it, I detect that it's a romance fantasy. The gold and red combination of the cover with the stylish golden fonts captivates me, the front has a young girl holding on her palms what looks like a magical spindle, with a glowing light around it. The title goes, "When you're alone." A subscript writes, "A supermodel story of the girl who single handedly achieves the most difficult goals."

Again, thank you so much, and have a wonderful new year! More Books by me: Under the Moon Series: Book1 - Under the Pale Moon (vampire LGBT+) Book2 - Under the Blue Moon (werewolf LGBT+) Book 3 - Under the Crimson Moon (dragon-shifter LGBT+) Wed to the Alpha (fluffy romance/fantasy/werewolf) I am Not Your Love Story (CEO/richman LGBT+) Adventures of the Crown Series: Book1 - The Purple Wolf and the Enerawyn (fantasy/adventure, hints of LGBT+)

“Together.” The sunlight streaming through the library windows had shifted to a mellow gold, catching dust motes in the air. We had been here since morning—surrounded by piles of parenting books, notebooks, and scattered sticky notes with phrases like feeding intervals and safe sleep positions. The smell of parchment and tea mixed with the faint floral scent of Seraphina’s hair. By afternoon, we were down to the last book on the stack—its title written in soft silver across the cover: From Pack Leader to Father: Transitioning with Grace.

The night was chilly and Ivy shivered as she turned around, feeling as though someone was watching her. Suddenly, a bright light illuminated the sky, and Ivy saw a figure of a woman made of moonlight descending from the heavens. She was beautiful, with pale skin and long silver hair that glowed in the night sky. Ivy felt a wave of fear wash over her as the goddess approached. The goddess looked at her kindly and spoke in a gentle voice. "My child, I have watched you. I saw your struggles and I hear your pleas, don't worry. Everything will turn out fine."

"Please, I want the book. One day I will understand." Brandt smiled and replied with humor, "If you ever make sense of it, let me know. You can then argue with my father on the merits of Christianity. He believes in the Goddess and loves nothing better than a good philosophical debate." He turned and picked up another book. It had a picture of a wolf with a snowy mountain background. "This is Jack London's Call of the Wild and it's the one we'll read first. Let's finish the cake and then get ready for our evening company."