Little Lion Lungs Book Novels & Stories

65 M I L O They were so tiny. Very tiny. So fragile. So delicately adorable. I stare at them from outside the glass window and my heart swells with these crazy emotions that are building up inside me the more I stare at how tiny and angelic they looked. Staring at them, I did not know that I could love more my sweet Lindy for carrying my little soldiers who are now battling with their own lives. I had no idea that these tiny creatures would actually make me feel much more whole in some way. I glance at the tubes and machines that were surrounding them to help them survive and grow and I know they are fighters and that they will grow stronger.

She leaned against the headboard, his head resting on her arm, and began. "Once upon a time, in a jungle where the stars touched the trees, there lived a little lion cub who thought he was too small to roar. But every night, his mother whispered to him: 'Your heart is bigger than any jungle, and one day, the whole world will hear it…'" Her voice stayed soft as she wove the tale slowly about bravery, about belonging, about a mother who would fight anything to keep her cub safe. Halfway through, Pascal's breathing deepened. His fingers loosened their grip on her sleeve. His eyelids fluttered once, then closed.

Three-year-old Theo, with his curious eyes and tousled hair, snuggled up close, his little hand reaching out to touch the colorful illustrations on the pages. "Once upon a time in a faraway land," Mama Hazel began, her voice gentle and melodic, "there lived a playful fox named Oliver. He had a bright orange coat and a mischievous twinkle in his eye." Theo's eyes widened in wonder as he listened intently, captivated by the tale unfolding before him.

“I don’t know. Daddy says they protect the city, but I don’t see how. They never do anything.” My finger stopped on a worn out book. The faded writing on the spine said Beasts Of The Wild. I pulled it out and flipped it open in the middle. There was a drawing of a yeti-looking creature called a yowg. The description gave details of height, size and hair colour. Dietary information and habitats were also included. I flicked through more pages and found more creatures, some of which I was familiar with. The names, at least. Unfortunately, the book wasn’t organised into alphabetical order, so I had to search a number of pages before I found what I was looking for: Mouse King.

“Looks like the lions are away and the lamb’s all alone.” A chill ran through Amara as the meaning of his words sank in. She was in trouble.

Both options felt equally disturbing. I closed the book and slid it back into place. My breathing still refused to cooperate. My feet carried me to another shelf. I needed something that had nothing to do with me or corporate sins. Turned out the next shelf was full of children's books. Picture books about dinosaurs, trucks, cats. A whole series about a little hero with a lion mask. One of Ash's stickers clung crooked on one of the spines. I pulled one out. The first page already looked a little worn. In the corner of the page, there was a small scribble in blue marker. Definitely not Zane's handwriting. Big, wobbly letters.

She has put so much Into this dress that I can explain it by heart now. I actually added something to the box with the shoes in it for the girl it’s a pretty little necklace and bracelet set that’s in light blue I hope it adds to her night just a little. I smile thinking about the way my Luna is even making me a better alpha and I laugh as I snuggle up to her and settle In for sleep. I wake up to my Luna trying to get up to use the bathroom I give her a kiss and let her wiggle away. I get up and stretch waiting for my turn to use the bathroom. She’s in there a little longer than I expect and then I hear crying. I run to the door and say “ honey what’s going on are you ok?” She doesn’t answer

He yelled, and I cringed at how angry he was. "Hey, man, chillax," Liam said calmly to his twin. "I don't know where the hell you hear that from. Don't ever ask about that again," Logan's voice went lower but still angry. I braced myself and took the courage to ask him. "Then what about the book." "What book?" He says in confusion as anger contorted the features of his face. "Your book of names of all the girls you've been in with? They have the start to the end dates next to their names. That book." I look straight into his eyes. "Tell me, Logan. Is my name in the book?"

Books didn’t push him or call him names. At the library, he sat on the small red carpet and opened a space book. Jeremy watched from the corner, whispering to the librarian, “He reads faster than I did at ten.” The librarian smiled. “He’s a bright boy.” Jeremy nodded. “But I don’t think he knows that” The librarian shook her head. “No, he knows.” Liam turned the page. He pointed at a picture of Saturn. “That’s the one with the rings,” he whispered. “It’s not the only one, but it’s the biggest.”

What book is that? Jai leaned over to the front and took the book from the cushion to examine it. It was light and a bit thin. There was a picture in the cover that looked like a forest, and a small boy was in the picture, picking some mushrooms. The title was written in artistic way, like a children book would.