Novel & Cerita My Little Golden Book

Sent a big wave of shivers slithering down your spine like a snake. "And this is my room." You silently gawk at the size of the bedroom, eyes roaming through every corner until they stop at the beautiful chandelier hanging just at the center of the ceiling. An astonishing smile unknowingly plasters your lips. The pretty sequence looks like stars from down there. Zale’s heart flips. "Just wait until you see my toys." You move your eyes to the cute kid-sized castle resting at the corner of the room. Sprawled around its space were another bunch of different types of toys.

He asks, “While you think of something to choose, I’m gonna get something. Stay here.” Goldie watches Darryl walk away from him. He stands still for a moment, before looking at the books that surrounded him. He notices a book that is not much bigger than his hand. The cover is simple, with nothing but the illustration of red circles within a circle at the bottom half, and the name “Dante” written on the top half. He picks it up and inspects it, trying to read other words on the back of the book. He was able to process some of the words, but could not understand the whole paragraph.

S U M M E R My little minion took her sweet time getting ready for bed. When I walked in, she was still chattering away, holding out one of three different books for us to read. "That one, Mommy! I love alligators. And wolves. Do we have any books about wolves?" Only my daughter would choose an alligator book over a cheerful dog or a cuddly teddy bear. But wolves? "I don't think we have any wolf books, but how about a doggie story?"

I whispered with a loving smile, "which story would you like tonight?" Mathew's face lit up with excitement, his tiny hands reaching for his favorite book. "The one about the brave little wolf, Mumma!" I chuckled as I opened the book, a captivating story about a young wolf's grand adventure. Mathew listened with rapt attention, his eager eyes fixed on the pages as I spun the tale of bravery and exploration. By the time I reached the part where the little wolf found solace under the silvery glow of the moon, my son was already fast asleep.

He was organized, efficient, a perfectionist in everything he did. Or so I had thought. I ran my finger along the spines, counting back the years. Ten years ago. Eleven. Twelve. My finger stopped on the year the hunter would have been twelve years old. I pulled the heavy book from the shelf and carried it to the reading table in the center of the room. Dust motes danced in the lamplight as I opened the cover, swirling like ghosts. The first few pages were standard. Financial records, mission reports, contracts for security details. Everything was in Michail's neat, cursive handwriting.

Devika’s Pov The air here is super awkward and weird. It’s a miracle that we managed to get through breakfast in one piece. I’m sited with a book in my hands yet I can’t get myself to read it, as my mind keeps drifting to the guys. At one corner is Lucian, leaning casually on the wall and glancing at me from time to time. At the other end of the room is Damian and Aaron hushing lowly. I can’t help but feel sorry for Lucian though, it seems like they don’t want him anywhere close to them.

Then he said calmly, "I wasn't suggesting it, Jake, I was telling you.” Jake frowned as Aaron opened the car door fully. Silence dropped between them as he clenched his jaw. His eyes dropped down to Aaron's jaw and he imagined the pleasure he would feel from splitting the skin there with a punch. But before the thought could settle, Aaron reached into his jacket pocket. For a second, Jake thought he was pulling out another cigarette or a gun to threaten him. Instead, he watched the Thompson produce a small black invitation card with gold lettering gleaning across the front.

"Wowww Papa! you got me all this?" Derek looked through the gifts his Papa got him. It really made Kristopher happy to see his son getting all excited about these small gifts. " Wow wow wow i love this cars. It's my favorite color yellow. How did Papa know i like yellow? did Mama tell you?" "Yes your mama told me" "What else did she told you about me?" for some reason it really intrigued Kristopher that Derek was curious how much his papa knows about him.

I'm Arlo, the third-generation Fay prince, and I've got everything handed to me on a silver platter. Or so it seems. From the outside, the Fay world looks like a dream – lush forests, sparkling waterfalls, and creatures that shimmer with magic. But, let's be real, it's all a bit much sometimes.

"Dig in!" Felix, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes, mumbled a sleepy "Morning, Mom," as he reached for the maple syrup. Luna, always the early riser, greeted me with a bright "Good morning, Mama!" and dug into her cereal. Gina, being only four years old, remained quiet but couldn't help but giggle at the sound of her siblings chatting away.