Newborn Stories Novels & Stories

His big eyes stared at me with hope and anticipation. I pulled him closer and placed his head on my chest. He wrapped his tiny arm around my stomach. I started running my fingers in his silky hairs. It was a surreal feeling that I couldn’t explain in words. I felt the motherly instinct when I didn’t give birth to a child myself. “Will you tell me a ghost story, Mom?” He poked my cheek. “I don’t know any ghost story but I can tell you the story of a young prince who befriended a lion. It’s not a fairy tale.” I said.

she whispered, her voice hoarse from the strain. As the first light of dawn crept through the window, the room was filled with the soft, rhythmic cries of the sextuplets—a symphony of life that signified a new beginning. Outside, the Blue Moon Pack stirred with cautious optimism. In the days that followed, while Zuri rested and slowly regained her strength, Donavon and the community rallied around the new parents.

Moments later, she returned with a collection of stories and a beautifully bound book. As we opened the book, we were greeted with a series of pictures showcasing our son's journey. From his earliest days as a baby to his growth throughout the years. The overwhelming joy in my heart brought tears streaming down my face. I longed to have witnessed every moment of her growth, shedding tears of happiness along the way.

asked Danika who was starting to feel very curious at this time. Hana stared at her for a moment and after putting back Jenny's cell phone which had been the center of her attention since a few minutes ago, "It's been a long time. But, before I tell you, can you tell me about some things that are quite rare?" "Sure, just say it," replied Danika who had prepared with all her attention at this time. "Have you ever heard that a Dad has slept with his own child?" asked Hana slowly. Danika was silent for a moment when she heard all that. Of course she was very surprised, "I once got a story like that from one of my friends. In my opinion, it could happen even though it's quite rare."

In the dimly lit room, the delicate breathing of their newborn, Andrea, provided a soothing lullaby. Her tiny form lay nestled between her parents, cradled in the cocoon of her mother's arms. It was a scene of serenity, a portrait of the love that had brought them to this moment.

We painted the nursery walls with soft hues, assembled the crib with care, and filled the room with toys and books, ready to welcome our little one into a world overflowing with love. And when the day finally arrived, a wave of emotions washed over us as we held our newborn in our arms. The weight of responsibility mingled with the overwhelming love that swelled within us, as we marveled at the tiny fingers and perfect features of our precious child. In that moment, we knew that our love had expanded, encompassing not just each other but also the beautiful life we had created together.

Too bad! A day that seemed like a great and beautiful one for the new mum; a day that marked a new dawn in the life of the young couple was actually the beginning of their down fall and future heart aches. It was only going to take a matter of time before the devil raises it’s ugly horns. It was only just a matter of time before the happiness that once dwelt in their home vanishes and turns into sadness. At this point, the clock had already began to tick. The birth of the couple’s bouncing baby boy called for a glamorous celebration. People from both far and near came to share in their joy. There was enough to eat and drink and there was certainly enough to spare. For one whole week, the jub

The above sentences are the thoughts of the author about what he thinks, but it is my duty to tell all the things he has in his mind. The space science and the beginning of the human era, why I always talk about the past, why I'm interested in the dead stories, why I tell a tale of another time, why I don't like the present and, also why I'm not narrating about those dumbasses who were about to close the mysterious case of random killing by an unidentified criminal (creature)? You might have so many questions and confusions about the fact that I puzzle a simple story in what we call a Riddle…? But you can still believe in me that I'll give you a gift tomorrow.

Proof that a new story has already begun. And for one excited little girl... it was the first hello from someone she already considered family.

I would be damned if I only instructed them and left. For a million years, my order would only accumulate dirt, as Ethan and Ezra would bury themselves in their video games and Emily would baby Penny. “Mum, tell us a bedtime story.” Ezra pleaded. Defeated, I began my tale of the legendary Wolf's King and his Luna. It happened to be their favourite story, and they never grew weary of it. In less than ten minutes, they were all fast asleep, like wasted adults. I tucked them into bed and watched them sleep for a while before turning off the light.