My Little Word Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

he questions. I nod my head. "Yes," I say again. "I've always loved reading." "Book," he says in a gruff voice. "Liffatin. Can you repeat that back to me?"Liffatin," I repeat. "That's a beautiful word. You know, back in my kingdom there was a little shop called a library and it harbored many, many books. Some were sad, some were happy, some were full of action and tales of courageous princes and princesses, fictional tales of fire-breathing dragons and fairies and demons. A book is where imagination takes flight."

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He released my neck before lifting my two hands above my head and capturing them in one hand, rendering me completely helpless before tugging my jaw upwards with his free hand. "Oh Snow, you don't know what you do to me." I shivered at those whispered words just as he finally covered my lips with his, trapping my husky moans in. Excerpt from; His Little Snow [18+] ©Josephine. C. Ivy

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

I like Ryan, he's nice and plays with me. - You do. You have his mammy's name. Do you know where he is? - Ryan left yesterday morning. He is a backpacker and likes to walk through the woods. - the little Scarlet says, showing that she is very smart. - Which way did he go? - To the woods. - Which way in the woods? Over there? – he says, pointing to one side of the forest. - No. He went that way. - the little one says, pointing west.

"No matter what things look like...danger can't be measured by looks alone. I could always hurt you, little songbird. From the moment I asked you to perch at my side and let me feed you. I could've hurt you." "But you didn't," "But I could've. And I still could. Don't get too comfortable little songbird. Don't let your wings rest too much, or you'll forget how to fly away when danger comes."

Hello, my dear readers. I am sorry I haven't updated in a while. I am working on some new chapters, but was trying to get the first 30,000 words of my new, exclusive book written and posted and that took priority for a little bit. I will be trying to update at least three times per week, for the next couple of weeks and when one of my books which is currently in a contest on another platform is finished in a couple weeks I hope to resume daily updates.

_ The child would trace the word with a finger, then close the book. Outside, the valley was loud with life. And that was enough..: ----------------

“I am asking you who are you and what are you doing in my room Because if you wouldn't answer me I will make you answer forcibly by calling all my guards” “You haven't seen I'm an intruder and I am looking for something Don't worry I am not a thief” “Okay, whatever Are you a cop or what?” “I didn't have time to answer your question. But if I was a cop And if I ask you If you saw a white book in this house Are you going to answer me ” “This house has a lot of books what particularly the book that you're looking for,” The little girl asked innocently “It's not a book because it doesn't have any story about anything It's just like a list of things that your family would Be doing for the rest o

Isaac blurted out, I nodded and wipe Leira's sweats on her forehead and her back. "Honey, you don't need to run," I whispered, she giggled and looked at me. "Moma! look at what I found!" She said excitedly as she extends her hands, opened her palms, and show me what she found, a close pink-colored clam I croaked my neck to the side as I pretended to look amazed by what she found.