Illustrated Story Novels & Stories

I instinctively had a feeling that somehow this cabinet could house my passport to freedom. The room was sparsely furnished . A bed, cabinet, ladder ,washing bowl ,towel were all the furnishing I could see in this dimly lit room . After rushing through the packed lunch and changing my clothes I picked up the ladder . I spread out the two legs of this ladder so it could stand, climbed up and looked through the window at the free world outside. I watched the sun gradually imerging in the sky . There seemed a lot of wind blowing that morning . I saw the dry leaves floating around as the wind blew fiercely. These leaves being blown around included mostly dry but also green leaves I felt bit

He laid on the couch and continued the story. A few hours later, Jimmy found himself in the main hall, surrounded by the servants. He was telling them one of the stories he wrote back in his world. The story about a young prince who chose a commoner over a thousand and made him his husband. All the creatures were dreaming with the beautiful romantic story. They were eager to know how the two princes were going to fall in love and how the king of another kingdom was going to conquer a handsome knight. Jimmy found strange happiness in telling them what his imagination created. He smiled every time they would widen their eyes or squeal and clapped their hands when the king finally kissed his kn

I declined into the chair, my eyes scanning the room. Ella did the last button of Ivy's pajamas and smiled at me. I flashed a signal to Ella to help me out and she laughed, her fingers pointing to a nearby shelf in the room where all of Ivy's bedtime stories were arranged. I walked over to the shelf and picked a book barely glancing over to see it's contents. I sat back into my chair and was about reading when I skimmed it through the first chapter. The story was about a frog who dared to dream, going on an whimsical adventures. “I'm going to be telling you the story of the frog who dared to dream that he could change the frogville.”

My hand subconsciously moved to my stomach. I opened the first page carefully and began to read. The story was simple, but beautifully written with soft and gentle words in a way that not only children, but even adults, could fall in love with it. Not only that, it was filled with really beautiful illustrations that made me smile. I couldn’t help but imagine my little one in my arms while I hugged the baby just like Mama Bear hugged her precious little cub. “Let’s go home and read this together,” I murmured happily.

It'd take five to seven drawings to complete the entire story. I was working on the first drawing today. It was called "A Pleasant Encounter". To put it simply, the drawing showed an ordinary Tudor woman's fateful meeting with a talented young nobleman during a celebration in town. The two of them fell in love with each other at first sight. A beautiful love story would then unravel.

“Yes, that’s a good idea.” We settled into our spots—Victor on one side of Jasmine and me on the other. I pulled out the storybook I had brought, a collection of fairy tales with colorful illustrations that Jasmine loved. As I began to read, Victor’s gaze softened. He settled comfortably, leaning back against the headboard with a contented sigh. “Once upon a time,” I began, my voice gentle and rhythmic, “in a land far, far away, there was a magical forest where all the animals lived happily together…”

I suddenly started to feel nervous. "Hi Amarachi, I'm your literature teacher. My name is Miss Ada. Welcome to Crownstar highschool." I smiled at her. "So who doesn't have a seat partner? A girl raised her hands and Miss Ada asked me to seat with her. She started teaching and that was when I remembered that I didn't collect the pen my mum bought. I didn't want to ask anyone for a spare pen but then it was my first day at school and I did not want to start skipping notes. I asked the guy at my front for a spare pen but he didn't have any one. The girl beside him smiled and gave me a pen, I thanked her and started writing.