Kids Novels & Stories

Chloe snapped her fingers in front of my face. "That confirms it" Crystal stated like it was the best news she had heard so far "Oh I can hear wedding bells already" Whoa. Pause. What?. That is way too far. "What do think their babies will look like?" Crystal asked dreamily. "They will probably have Kamara's awesome brown skin and Chris's hot blue eyes and the girls must have that awesome body and great behind that will make guys ask for death" "Ladies please" I put my hands over my ears "nothing of that sort will happen"

Even for those that managed to sell all their cookies, they still got their potions rationed. They all attended the St Paul Crescent's Academy. It was a public school. Most of the stuffs they needed were donated but then only the essential things were given to them, like pens, books and a few pencils and rulers. Even they had to manage their bags with a few patches. Their bags were only changed when it was way too old to be carried. The older kids were rarely ever adopted; it was mostly the kids from the age three downwards that were always readily adopted. Matt hurriedly muttered his prayers to Jesus.

When he felt satisfied with my vague answers about family and home life he then started asking me about books I liked to read. Without fail, Jayce asked question after question. What was my favorite color, favorite flower, and favorite sport. I was so caught up in answering his questions that it never occurred to me to be vague about the last question. Once he asked about my favorite sport I found myself laughing while giving him the answer before I could stop myself. “Well, if you want me to answer you honestly then don’t be offended when I tell you football isn’t my favorite.” He smiled and confessed he was not offended in the least. Then he surprised me further when he said, “I already kn

Hearing him say he was terrified too was somehow the most grounding thing that had happened all week. "I'm going to fuck this up," I said. "Probably," Eli said. "We'll both fuck it up probably multiple times. That's how relationships work." "I don't know how relationships work," I said. "I've never actually been in one. Not a real one." "Then we'll learn together," Eli said. The meeting happened. The campaign was approved. Westbrook was excited. The launch was locked for Monday. And at 3:47 PM, when everyone except Eli and me had left the conference room, I realized the two-week agreement had technically expired.

Chapter One Chloe I stared at my reflection in the mirror, observing how my top clung tightly to my body while my jeans were a little bigger than what most girls wore. As a child, I used to imagine myself as a tall supermodel with the stereotypical "slim waist" that all the boys desired. But as the reality of being a "fat girl" set in, I faced constant bullying and ridicule. Weighing in at around two hundred pounds, I became the target of relentless taunts. Every day, as I walked through the school gates, I was greeted with hurtful comments like, "Hey Fatty, I heard you sweat bacon grease." The popular kids were merciless, chipping away at my self-esteem until

Cricket “Christina, where are you?” the creepy voice echoed through the house. I turned the gun’s safety switch to off. “I’m sorry,” he continued. “Your friends call you Cricket, don’t they? Well then, I’m gonna call you that, because you and I are gonna be really good friends.” Where the hell is Minus?

Grandma stitched me plush dolls, swearing I deserved the same pretty things city kids had. But it didn't last. Walter's business tanked, and he came crawling back. He drained every penny my grandparents had, left them sick and broke—left me too. Within a year, they were gone. Walter dragged me back like dead weight, calling me a curse. Said I didn't even cry when they died. Chloe, high on Walter and Diana's favoritism, made it her hobby to ruin me—ripping my homework, dumping my food. Even when Walter got rich, nothing changed.

Four children ran around gasping at the huge lion statues eating m and ms, "There amazing aint they Gregory?" "Yes, they are" "LOONEY LOOPY LANNA, LOONEY LOOPY LANNA" one of the children started singing as they were running around, "SHUT IT" Gregory roared at the little boy, "Hey, come on enough, Logan leave Lanna alone," I say walking over to Gregory and Lanna, Acre right beside me. "Hey, beautiful" Acre bends down to his little girl whose eyes are sprinkling with tears,

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Thirty minutes each time. The rest of the time kids are active outside. Bathing in the rain, running out of the sun with the bare heads, climbing trees. They rarely are sick, headache, running nose. Although they look a bit thin, black. At the age of three or four, they jumped in the river and swan like fish in the water. Going up the hill to climb the monkeys must also say hello. During the day, the kids operate at full capacity, so they automatically fall asleep at night without telling the fairy tales.