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The atmosphere was so comfortable that it made people sleepy. The young lady was reading a book with great concentration in front of the French window. Wearing a white dress, she looked like a white butterfly that was about to spread its wings and fly away under the setting sun. Her soft, jet black hair was as fluffy as the clouds, and it was so long that it touched the polished floor. After reading the book for a while, she closed it. Staring blankly at her reflection in the French window, she pondered over a question. Who am I?

After the party last night, saying goodbye to Ella, I asked her out for lunch this time, it was my turn to ask her out, she said yes. We went to our home with a big wide smile plastered on my face, this was the best birthday ever, how did she even managed to find a little that likes reading and books. She even work in the book shop, see my love for stories did pay out, we found her, we still didn’t know how to ask her about being a little, or being our little to be exact. But we did agree on taking things slow with her, on letting her get used to us on her own terms and conditions.

I couldn't see her face but her yellow sun-kissed dress was such a pretty color. Again! Again! The boy begged as his arms reached out to the lady. He looks like... Me? A younger version of myself? Oh! What am I going to do with you? My baby bro. Gosh! You're getting heavy. A lady says as she pulls me onto her lap, opening a very old book with notes sticking out of it. " He stood there under the willow and he gave her the yellow bloom Girl my heart you've captured Oh, I would be your groom

She should be rest assured because I won’t even allow her see me naked not to talk of bathing me. I picked up the annoying Lunacy book and I went back to reading it. “It’s not as if I have an option,” I stated with a frown. I was about to flip to the next page of the book when another knock disrupted me. “Not again!!!!” “Come in!!!!!.” I said with annoyance. The person walked in and I saw that it was little maidie. What is little maidie here for? I looked at her and noticed that she was holding a book.

Mirra had brought some food or me from the handmaid quarter and after we had lunch, I placed the book infront of me and continued reading. Most of the stories on the book the Prince had given me were on the book I had brought from home. They are all simple light hearted stories that shall not be taken seriously, it wall all too similar with some beauty falling in love with a beast. I had looked through both books for a while and I didn't look up until I heard Mirra walk in. "My Lady, You're still on that book?" She asked as she walked closer. "Still?" I questioned before I looked over to the closed windows to see that it was past sunset. "I didn't realized the time had passed."

I swear that thing was taller than him if we made it stand. We had pizza for lunch and voted that the bookstore would be our last stop. Rosie found the newest addition to a series of books she was collecting, and I stumbled upon a book illustrated by Jessica Wright. “This is the lady we met this morning!” Rosie exclaimed when I showed her. “It’s so pretty,” she awed as she opened it. It was a big, old-fashioned storybook, and Rosie was studying a whole page drawing of a princess. “We should buy it too,” I said, and Rosie gave me a huge smile.

She admired the colours each one had and how each presented itself with a unique quirk. Noticing one that seemed to have worn off more than the rest she pulled it out of the rack. Flipping it over to see its cover she smiled at the title written in bold letters the words read Greensburrow. It was a children's book about a young boy and girl who arrived at an orphanage together and became good friends. The girl, Anna was an adventurous soul who would often get herself in trouble but had Eliot, the boy always there to save her.

there are purple 'My little pony' pajamas on her chair I get her dressed and soon she's in the bed. I look at her bookcase, "What would you like for me to read?" I ask. "A Princess of Mars please." I find the book and look at the description behind it. It seems like something people around Lucia's age would read, "Are you sure?" I ask, she nods. Well then. I join her on the bed and and open up the book, "I am a very old man; how old I do not know. Possibly I am a hundred..." By the time I'm quarter-way through Noelle is silently yawning trying to keep herself woke.

Turning to me, "Although perhaps great company has kept you away." "The best," he said. Michelle was halfway behind me; she hadn't thought it was her place to come and meet the Luna. She was smiling shyly behind me when I took Lilla's hands and bowed a little, paying some respects to her. "Oh, you are a pretty little thing, aren't you?" She sounded delighted. "Come in and sit, I was just getting some reading done." She had created a circle of nearly twenty books around her, and I had no idea how she could be reading so many at once.

she began to go on, “not a surprise since she’d always say her kind of paradise would be a library.” “So if you want, you can go upstairs to read that book you’re holding,” said someone beside me, her voice soft and light like a caress of a feather. I craned my neck to see a woman with unruly hair as red as blood and bright blue eyes, pointing her index finger up. “Only for a maximum of three hours for one book. Once the time is up, we will begin to charge you ten lums per hour," she told me with a set face.