Illustrated Story Novels & Stories

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.

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A simple, human story. Jeff chuckled, a warm, rich sound that echoed in the clearing. He joined us, and with a few deft strokes, he added the schematic of an engine next to my house, a beautiful, impossible machine that powered nothing but the joy of its own design. We spent the day there, the three of us, covering the bank with our stories. Tales of love and loss, of engines and empires, of quiet moments and loud rebellions. They were not for anyone else. They were for the stream, for the mud, for the forest. They were for us.

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?”

The movie was scary to fawaz, he wasn't familiar with such big fishes. The movie ended in two hours , nafisa and fawaz were already sleeping. Khadija sigh before joining them. They woke up around four in the evening, prayed and they sat talking. "Naffy, it is getting late. Let me get going " Khadija said to nafisa . "Okay"She replied and run off to her room. She got chocolate cake, and chocolate biscuits for fawaz, then Khadija's favorite square veil. The house felt empty, just like her an empty soul when her husband left her. she flipped through the cartoon channel , sighing heavily. She missed her husband.

“About that, how did it start?” “There was a story my grandmother used to tell me when I was a tucker. There was once a king who was young and charming. He had all the riches of the continent. One night, an old lady wearing rags knocked at the golden door, asking for shelter under the stormy night.” “What happened?”

The two pills were in the shape of a full moon and it reminded him of the story Nathan had once shared when they were still a child. “Hey. Have you ever heard a story called ‘Moon Lovers’?” A child-like voice rang into his ears. Chris turned around before shaking his head innocently, “What is it about? That ‘Moon Lovers’ story?” Five-year-old Nathan grinned before he pulled out a picture book from his bag and flipped open the page, “The story was about the moon and a normal man.” The picture book had a drawing of a full moon shining brightly on the sky with an unnamed man standing directly below the full moon with a smile.

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.