Novel & Cerita My Little Golden Book

he said. Inside were pages full of pencil sketches and short, clumsy sentences—none of them professionally done, all of them exactly him. There was a crooked family on the first page with two parents and a rescue dog named Bix. The second page had a sketch that looked suspiciously like our penthouse couch, with the caption: Where Tuesdays live. The book was a hand-made children’s story: The Little House That Held Tuesdays. Each page held a tiny adventure—the first puddle jump, the first burned pancake, the time a kite escaped and came back with a ribbon.

I did not speak English as fluently as I could when I grew up a bit but I was still a rather bright girl, so a few kids around the neighborhood who passed by my house would ask to play with me and I thought I could be friends with them. “Lana, don’t go out by yourself.” I used to hear my mother screamed as she saw me walking pass the gate with the friends and she would grab my hand and took me away from the friends I just met. I think they became scared of my mother in particular so they rarely invited me out again and things became so boring around. I studied and played with the maids or alone, but the dolls were not enough. Even with the computers that existed at the time I was still so bo

And even when they hadn’t… I no longer let them land. I had too much peace in me now. There wasn’t room for shame anymore. Back at the house, I carried the books Darren had ordered for the nursery upstairs and placed them on the newly assembled shelf. They were all hardcovers with soft pastel covers and gold-stamped lettering: Goodnight Moon, The Velveteen Rabbit, Where the Wild Things Are, Dream Big, Little One, I Am Enough. I traced the spine of each book with my fingertip, whispering the titles softly.

The heavy, mechanical chime echoing from the open subterranean bunker hatch was different from the piercing wail of the perimeter alarm. It was a low, rhythmic thrum—a systematic, electronic countdown that vibrated directly through the mahogany floorboards and straight into the soles of Vivian’s bare feet.

Gabby left and came back a while later with a big book titled, 'THE LEGENDS OF BIGFOOT" Huh? Bigfoot?! She rose her head and opened her mouth to say something but caught Gabby looking from her face to the book in quick successions. She was trying to tell her something. Bigfoot wasn't actually Bigfoot? Maybe this was another book that might help her. She discreetly nodded and Gabby smiled. "I'm sorry this library couldn't help much but I hope you really enjoy this one. Page 138 has a very funny paragraph, check it out." Eleanor nodded. "Sure, thanks."

Her angelic blue eyes shone through the pleased smile on her face. “Now,” she had said, settling down in my arms as I sat in my tall chair. She was so petite that she could fit into my lap, which is exactly what she was doing now. “This,” Lydia said, “is going to be the first book that I will read to each of my babies.” “What’s this?” I had asked her, tracing a finger softly down her cheek. “It’s The Little Prince,” she had replied, “I’ve always loved this book.”

I have no idea where this was but I wasn't that curious. I just needed to wait for him to come. I looked down and finally bought out the last thing in the bag— The small book. I smiled gently when I recalled how this book had come about. At that time, Leo had won a game against me, and when I asked what he wanted, he requested this tiny book because he had seen other children in the pack own it. I chuckled after opening the first page and saw the drawing. It was a miniature picture of little Leo which he had drawn himself.

I said to myself. I look around me and search for another book there I saw a gold-plated book that is covered in gems and expensive stones. I found it attractive, so I took it and try to open it. Unfortunately, the book won't open no matter how hard I try. I never thought it would be this hard to find one single grimoire. I was going to choose another book when I heard a voice of a little girl. "I wouldn't touch that if I were you," the little girl warned me.

Alex shifted closer and rest his head on her laps whike Casey remained unmoved "Casey you too" Annabella said and slowly Casey also rest her head on her laps on the other side. "So,the title of our bedtime story is Goldilocks And The Three Bears" She said "Wow" Alex smiled,Annbella started stroking his hair "Once upon a time a girl named Goldilocks lived in a house at the edge of the woods. In those days curls of hair were called locks,guess why she's called Goldilocks" Annabella said

Kiara’s POV I wasn’t surprised there was a library in this giant house. I was surprised however, that it took me this long to find it. I’d stumbled over the ornate double doors quite by accident, while boredly strolling through the halls on a half-hearted sightseeing. I took one glance at the rows of books arranged all around me and never left. Hours later, I was still there, pouring over my latest interest, open books everywhere on the floor around me.