Miffy Reading Novels & Stories

She tried to make contact with it, but it was as if there was a barrier. She couldn't get through. It amazed her, the warm energy told her it was not a spirit, in the sense of a lost soul. Cold was fear, but that energy was warm. She felt it tingle. It disappeared again. Maddie walked on to the library. Rodolf was among the piles of books, reading on his laptop. Raven stood high on a ladder, leafing through the books. He tried to read the titles of the books with his head to the side.

Clara said waving her hands in the air. "Please go on child and forget these two attention seekers," George said to Clara with a smile. Emily and Ragnor exchanged glances upon hearing what George said and turned their gaze to Clara who started reading. "Little Red Riding Hood," Clara began, and Emily grinned. Clara was able to read the whole book pronouncing each word correctly and she did add some acting to it grabbing their attention and making them forget she was reading a children's story. "The end," Clara said with a smile

little Mae asked, her big brown eyes hopeful. "Again?" I arched a brow but took the worn picture book from her anyway. "Alright. But this time, you gave to make the fox voices with me." The children giggled, already curling up at my feet as I read aloud, modulating my tone for each character. By the time the story ended, .y tea was cold, and my headache had grown faint but persistent. I ignored it. I always ignored it. ***

‘GEOGRAPHY AND FAIRYTALE SECTION’ spelled at the top of the shelf and as Gerey scanned from book to book, he remembered a few he'd read at school, ‘Knowing Wabrook's Water Brooks and Bodies’ by Whitaker Flarogue, ‘Sunset at Ingfalls’ by Simponie Gugh, ‘The best habitat for all - Ingfalls - Book One’ by Cuulambs Nicktra, but they were not what he searched for. He narrowed his eyes in concentration as he skimmed tens of book covers before he came across the right material to satisfy his interest, ‘Pixies, Elves, Brownies, Fairies - What Every Kid Needs to Know’ with no author mentioned as the writer. He pulled the book out from among the others with caution and took it to the seat he'd secured

He said and hurried to wipe his tears. "Tss. Why did you cry? You can't even remember my life. This is more like a fantasy story like you read in w*****d stories." I promise here. I don't read W*****d. Misha is the lover, I only hear about his stories. He likes to read gangster stories. Then he imagined that I was a female gangster. He has a story he wants to tell, what is the title now?... Monster High? No, that's not it... Mon... Mon... Montello High? Yeah, that's it because he has reread it several times and he still wants me to read it too like what the hell? I don't like reading that mushy stuff, and besides the stories are exaggerated too much, but Misha is an addict, or maybe I just d

Azalea follows and against me, my wife sighs happily. “I think if I have to read again about Corduroy losing his button, Swimmy and the school of red fish learning to overcome dangers together or Max being sent to bed without supper and traveling Where the Wild Things Are to become their king, I might be sick. Don’t we have any new books around here?”

That the magical beings they read about were actually all around them, hidden in plain sight. “Which one shall we read today, Maddie?” I asked her, holding the book up for her to see. She clapped her hands excitedly, settling herself next to me and saying, “Ria! I want Ria!” I groaned. She always wanted Asteria’s story. “No, we just read that one the other day,” I argued. I thumbed through the pages, looking at the titles as I flipped through them. “How about ‘The Alpha Pup’s Best Friend?’” I suggested, showing her the page.

Suess, The Giving Tree, Rainbow Fish, and Mother Goose. Titan smiled to himself as he chooses Jemima Puddle Duck. He takes his tea and sits on the balcony outside of his office. He reads the book and sips his tea. As his cup becomes empty, he looks out over the lawn. The pack’s littlest pups are playing. “Hello, Alpha,” Miss Thompson waves.

I read the content over the image blankly, " Like My Gift, Pretty Girl?"

The class was small, with about fifteen students of varying ages. There was a single class teacher, Mrs Colter, who was clearly close to retirement. I wondered if that was why Brodie was so eager to recruit me. Mrs Colter was more than happy to have the help and sent me to the reading corner. Coincidentally, Millie was sitting there, waiting for me, along with a few other young children. She sat quietly beside me as I read to them all, lingering after I finished while the other children headed off to play.