Illustrated Story Novels & Stories

She buried her head into her hands and sobbed. “Mummy can you give auntie a hug?” Sean asked his mother. “She is very sad.” Natasha turned to look at Luyando’s desperate state. “Sean, why don’t you and I go out and take a look at the beautiful orchard behind the house?” Tulani took his son’s hand and led him out of the room. “What is an orchard dad?” Sean asked. “It is a garden of fruits son.” “Woooow. Are there apples there?” the four year old asked excitedly.

I should keep calm. His children came, twice before the end of July. They were very happy to see her and vice versa. On the second occasion, Anuri gave both of them story books, beautifully illustrated. Kelechi got Pinocchio and the Beauty and the Beast. Ola got Sleeping Beauty and Cinderella. How happy they were. Of course, someone would guide them in reading the very simple English in which they were written. But merely gazing at the illustrations made them happy. 'Oh, K.C., see Rose dancing with the prince,' said Ola lightly. 'Pooh, see the ugly witch.' She frowned.

*** While we’re eating, Pauline can’t stop but to talk endlessly, Pauline is beside me while Paul is in front of me. “Aunt Janine told me I’m a big girl, so I can wear makeups but Aunt Shia told me I should focus on reading and solving math because I’m slowly growing up. Who’s saying the truth between them? Aunt Janine who told me I’m a big girl already or Aunt Shia who said I’m slowly growing up?” she asks while eating. I laugh. I wiped the gravy on the side of her lips. “None of them, don’t listen to them, okay?” I answer while I’m shaking my head. She nodded innocently.

She smiled. A new chapter. A new dream. It felt like coming home. Michelle picked up a pencil, enjoying how it felt in her hand. She started drawing slowly, but as the lines and characters came to life, she felt herself relax. Pure joy filled her heart. She would do it. She would illustrate their story—not for the publisher, not because she had to—but because it was their story. Something of their family, captured forever.

Lily scoots closer and leans against my arm. “Tell me a story.” “What kind of story?” “Prince and Princess.” I pause for a moment to think. “Once upon a time, there was a prince who lived in the huge castle. He was strong and brave, but he was lonely.” Lily listens, her eyes wide and attentive. “One day, he found a Princes in the rain. She was lost and scared, and he brought her home. They fell in love and then—” Lily interrupt “That’s like you and that Scary Eyebrow Man?”

I said to myself as I turned the pages, “these illustrations are incredible.” As I continued to go through the book I could roughly get what this book was about due to the illustrations. It starts out with a child, a little girl, being thrown to a pack of wolves in order for the adults to be able to get away. The wolves quickly surround the child. The child sitting in the middle, doesn’t cry or scream, instead she's depicted as just watching them with little more in her eyes then resignation to her fate. The next few pages show how the wolves didn’t eat the child, but took her with them.

she added without waiting for a reply. "Aunty hand bag , go and read your books. I wonder how you will pass your exams"Her mother bawled. They talked for what seems like forever before Hussain entered his mother's room. He greeted her happily. "Hussain, why didn't you tell your wife about the journey" his mother scolded him.

She quietly replied. "Good, I'm just getting started" I smiled. I continue rubbing her shoulders working my way down to her back. Working out all stress from her muscles. I picked a specific movie that shows lots of sex scenes in it called Spartacus. About gladiators and Roman women. There was a scene where I thought she'd enjoy in particular. When the scene starts I start rubbing her sides and kiss her neck from behind softly. "Babe, what are you doing?" She asks when my hands began rubbing her stomach down to her legs.

The above sentences are the thoughts of the author about what he thinks, but it is my duty to tell all the things he has in his mind. The space science and the beginning of the human era, why I always talk about the past, why I'm interested in the dead stories, why I tell a tale of another time, why I don't like the present and, also why I'm not narrating about those dumbasses who were about to close the mysterious case of random killing by an unidentified criminal (creature)? You might have so many questions and confusions about the fact that I puzzle a simple story in what we call a Riddle…? But you can still believe in me that I'll give you a gift tomorrow.

Her POV **Adult content ***<< Intended for 18 years old and older. >> He pointed on his chest. "What?" I asked,"You want me to kiss you there?" I laughed. He looked at me with his brows meeting. "No." He pointed again."Look." I smiled stupidly still not getting what he meant. Then he points to my chest. "You have it too!" "Ohhh." Only then did I notice the mole in his chest. We had moles in our chests! His was a little lighter and smaller. Mine was a bit more darker and bigger. But they were positioned right in the middle of our chests.