Jingle Bells Little Golden Book Novels & Stories

Then, and only then, would she decide what needed to be done. With the decision in mind, she smiled and continued on her way with the children. Just then, a wonderful scent drifted around her and tickled her senses. Freshly baked sticky buns permeated the air with their wonderful cinnamon aroma. Her belly growled in response to the irresistible smell. She stopped and crouched to the children’s level. “Lizzy? James? Are you hungry for a sticky bun?” Happy energetic eyes widened and the children giggled. She laughed, joining in their mirth. She raced with the two into the next shop to buy the treats. Within minutes, the three left with rolls and icing-caked fingers and lips.

Sent a big wave of shivers slithering down your spine like a snake. "And this is my room." You silently gawk at the size of the bedroom, eyes roaming through every corner until they stop at the beautiful chandelier hanging just at the center of the ceiling. An astonishing smile unknowingly plasters your lips. The pretty sequence looks like stars from down there. Zale’s heart flips. "Just wait until you see my toys." You move your eyes to the cute kid-sized castle resting at the corner of the room. Sprawled around its space were another bunch of different types of toys.

They scream in unison at the top of their lungs. My mother, myself and Ele look at each other with a smirk curling on the corner of our mouths, knowing that our kids are too smart to fall for Holdens’ one magic trick he shows them all the time to keep them entertained. I wave my hand, gesturing for them to follow me, and we sneak out the sliding door. We quickly walk across the paddock in our heels to where the newly built cabin sits. “Ugh!” Ele cries out, wobbling on her feet as she struggles to keep her composure. “I always forget to wear my gumboots when I come here.” She shrieks with irritation.

Hannah sat cross-legged on the living room rug, the warm morning light streaming through the tall windows. Toys scattered around her—a stuffed giraffe, a rattle, a few brightly colored blocks and a few feet from her, Julian chuckled happily beside her, his chubby hands slapping against the soft mat. She glanced at Bella, who sat a few feet away, quietly chewing on a teething ring, her wide eyes fixed on the sunlight dancing on the floor. She looked so small, so fragile, her tiny fingers grasping the plastic toy like it held all the answers in the world.

It may have felt like that because Jillie was watching the clock. "Okay," she said when the time changed. "Why don't you go first," I told her. She nodded and brought a small box from behind her back. It was wrapped in black wrapping paper with a gold ribbon bow tied around it. I took it from her and pulled a bowstring, releasing the ribbon. I pulled the top off and looked inside. It was a gold necklace, but it was in two pieces. Then I saw that the word 'best' was inscribed on one piece and 'friend' on the other.

I thought to myself . ‘To long , get up now ‘ the voice again . My mind was racing with so many possibilities , It didn't sound like my mother was the moon goddess herself talking to me was it Selene moon goddess . ‘ No , I am your wolf, my name is Jewel. The moon goddess has allowed me to come early. She heard your prayers ‘

And there on the floor was a stuffed dolphin that Cecelia made a broken sound seeing. She ran forward while grabbing the dolphin and holding it to her chest. "This is Golden's," she said while tears ran down her face. "Fatima gave this to him for his birthday, he takes it everywhere." I moved around the room while looking for more clues. There was a small pile of toys in one corner while drawings covered part of one wall. I looked closer at the drawings while my chest got tight. They were clearly done by a child while stick figures were labeled "Mama" and "Me" in messy handwriting.

It struck the Golden Book sitting right there on the bench. “June, watch out!” Dante yelled. He lunged for the book, but the second his fingers grazed the wood, a flash of purple sparked and threw him backward onto the grass. His red zobo sprayed everywhere, straight out of a horror movie. The Golden Book didn’t stay put. It floated up, spinning its wooden pages faster and faster. Wind whipped around the bench, tugging at everything nearby. “The list!” June scrambled up, ignoring the heat that pressed against her skin. She reached for the book. “The names are disappearing!”

Theia nods to say she understands. “And before you could say cakes and bagels. With a cry of whey, Fred flew away. And gingerbread Fred said, run, run, run. As fast as you can. You can’t catch me … CRUNCH, SCRUNCH, MUNCH. Fox ate him for lunch. And gingerbread Fred said nothing ever again,” Becca reads to the twins. She’s so engrossed in her story telling that she hasn’t noticed us arrive. “Well that was bloody terrifying. Are you sure that’s a children’s book?” I laugh. Making her jump.