Little Sparrow Book Novels & Stories

Everything about him reminded me of my favorite male lead character from my all time Romance book “ Make Me Yours Tonight” “About your test,some of you did well while others not so well” Mr Richard said distributing our scripts. “Good job Stephanie.” He said to me while dropping my script. I was so surprised to find out I had an A. English was the only subject I had struggled to get an A for weeks now . It was either a B or C . The smile on my face was second to none. I was still staring at my script when Mr Richard announced that he was giving us a break for 30 mins. He walked out of the class leaving those who were rejoicing rejoicing and those who were mad mad.

White heaven-bound birds were as brilliant rays from wind-dappled sea-water; their brightness amid otherwise infinite blue, gliding as free souls. In each wing-given arc they were the tips of a conductor's wand, a music for both eyes and soul, bringing a wave of sweet earthly joy. It was one of those baby-blue skies, not the psychedelic candy-blue nor the washed out grey so characteristic of wintry mornings. The clouds were as puffs of radiant joy, ready to disperse into the wind, to travel our Earth.

Gale arrives just in time, While Derek holds Verss who fell unconscious, Gale easily knocks over the men who gang up on Arland black and blue. The sparrow flew to perch on a block in the villa area which was full of small twigs that had fallen from trees and been carried by the wind, With its small beak the bird picked up a lot and flew back to the branch of a tall tree where it was building a nest with its mate. The perfectly shaped eyebrows and large, long eyelids that were still closed slowly moved, opening his eyes slowly and closing them quickly again when he realized that the bright sunlight was hitting his face.

– Sun says, smiling. - Yes, it was born during the night. Sophia runs and stretches her arms and the little bird jumps towards the little fox, chirping happily. - You came back to me. Happyyyyy. - She yell. The phoenix rubs its head in Sophia's face, and the girl giggles. The two go to the table. As soon as she let the bird jump onto the table, she looked for her cup of larvae and roots and it wasn't there. Then she sink in annoyance.

, She mumble "What did you just say to me?!!", Anthony boomed in fury. How dare she bring his sister into thi She opened her mouth to give him a reply, but she exited her mouth her mouth was not what she was expectin As she opened her to reply him, she felt funny, and suddenly, a surge of fluid emitted from her system like larva leaving a volcano, and she threw up on Anthony. Before long, Anthony was completely drenched in vomit

And once I found it, wounded and weak, its eyes already changing colours and life almost draining out of it, my heart had clenched. And so I crouched low to its level, brushed my fingers over it and with much gentleness, I carried it to my hands like it were some child before I walked over to a low pavement I could climb. I laid him down gently and then sat beside it before I opened the book in my hands to read. It was titled, “SPELLS AND CHANTS.” As one of my best books, I never stopped reading it and to my younger self, it felt very useful, although many thought of it as fiction.

I was genuinely happy. The water was so comfortable that I slowly drifted off to sleep. In my half-dreaming state, something wet brushed against my shoulder, like something was licking me. I waved my hand weakly and muttered to Lord Allen, "Wait a little. I'll wash you after I finish my bath." A moment later, my shoulder was licked again, and it slowly moved up to my neck. Warm breath brushed against my skin, making me laugh from the ticklish feeling. "Alright, Lord Allen. Stop it. It tickles."

The snap sounded like my body's last protest before my hand finally loosened. I had been clutching a transparent ziplock bag, the kind my grandmother used to store her blood pressure medicine. The scientist opened it carefully and removed a folded piece of paper. The bag had protected it from the water. Only the edges were slightly damp. Crayon marks covered the page, words mixed with simple musical notation. The title read, "A Song for Mom." [One little duck went out one day. A home from my dad not far away. Daddy duck said quack quack quack. That little duck came home right away.

ADAMS POV: “Please”her small body trembling against my hold. I've never seen anything or anyone more beautiful as my pet.Tears begin to feel her eyes,they're gorgeous. “You should have known the consequences before embarking on your stupid plan”I moved my hand around her neck, restricting air. I roughly released her neck. “I..I..I am sorry..”she stuttered. Mustering all the energy she could,Lisa pushed me and tried to run to the door.