Nina's Little Fables Novels & Stories

Cannai claimed to furrow his eyes and brows still stocked on the same page. “It’s a fable,” she said as she read the last paragraph of the page. She turns the page. “What? Wait, I don’t understand the paragraphs, what does it mean?” Cannai asks, sounding serious. “It’s all about talking animals that give lessons to the readers. Mostly for children,” Nanami answered and get the book from Cannai’s grasp. “Oh, you mean us? We are foxes that talk,” Cannai said. Nanamai chuckled watching Cannai’s face in realization.

Nina was in the passenger seat, humming along to a song on the radio and munching on chips she swore she wasn’t going to eat. We were supposed to make a quick run to the East Ridge border — drop off a pack of moon herbs for Beta Lorne. Nothing dangerous, nothing exciting. Just a sister errand. But Nina never let anything be boring. “So,” she said, crunching loud enough to make me glare, “how’s your little love story going?” I rolled my eyes. “Don’t start.” “Don’t start what?” she grinned, kicking her feet on the dashboard. “You’re the one texting him every two seconds. Nigel this, Nigel that. ‘Oh, he sent me a moon emoji, maybe he means—’”

“Lorenza, Lucia has taken good care of the kids over the years. Let’s not use the word ‘stepmother’ in front of them again.” Lorenza hadn’t expected that. “Leonardo… I…” In the end, she said nothing. She could only watch as Leonardo walked away. In the kids’ room, Lucia was gently massaging Nina’s legs and bottom. Nina whimpered, “Mom, I didn’t lie. She really said you’re like those evil stepmothers in fairy tales. She told me to be careful of stepmothers. That’s why I got mad.” Nico nodded. “That lady talked badly about you! She’s lying!”

I need to rein myself in so I focus my attention on something else. "I was starting to think that you had done a runner!" Her cheeks instantly burn up and it's got me curious. "Hmm.. no I... I was nervous about coming out!" She looks down at her feet as she talks but I'm not having that, I hook my finger under her chin and lift it until our eyes meet. "Why were you nervous little wolf?" She smiles wide at my nickname for her and my heart skips a beat at how happy she looks. "Because it is the first time you have seen me in this little...!"

Its warm glow filled the room, casting soft shadows that made the space feel cozy and safe, like a haven from the world outside. "How about a story before bed?" Ethan nodded again, this time enthusiastically, his eyes lighting up with anticipation. Nina leaned back against the pillows and thought for a moment, searching through her memories for just the right tale. It was an old story… one her adoptive mother used to read to her years ago when she was still a little girl, curled up beneath quilts that smelled of lavender and safety. "The little fox lived deep in the forest, where the trees were tall enough to touch the sky…" Her voice softened as she spoke, taking on the gentle cadence she r

Her face went pale. … I did not attend the trial. Sebastian hired the top lawyer in the field. The livestream recording became the unassailable evidence. In court, Sienna completely lost it. Sometimes she cried out, claiming she was innocent, sometimes she cursed Lance for ruining her, and at other times she hurled the most vicious insults at me. She claimed it was me, some devil who plotted everything to ruin her life. It was ridiculous. Had she not already destroyed her own life with her own hands?

Nina witnessed that pretty lady telling her and her granny with a smile on her face. “Hope to see you soon, my pretty angel,” Nina beamed and nodded at that woman. “Bye bye…” she waved at that woman, seeing her walking away from there. “She was so pretty and beautiful like a fairy, granny,” little Nina told her grandmother, making her chortle. That little girl again darted her eyes in the direction that pretty lady had vanished. “When I will get big, I will also become like her,” A tear slipped down from her cerulean eyes as she recalled that day of her past when she had met her for the first and last time and had even wished to be like her one day.

Most of Nina's books in Maria's collection were general fiction, full of suspense, desire, longing, crimes, and thrilling scenes. There was no happily ever after, I just realized that after Nina made that statement that she no longer believes in happily ever after. But that was the reality of the world we live in. Not every one of my stories will end up on happy notes, some will end up on bad and sad notes. Most of Nina's book ends up on sad notes and sometimes they are neutral. I could remember one of her books which I exchanged with Maria. It was a romantic fiction of a younger man who was in love and lusted after a woman 8 years older than him. Their relationship wasn't defined and he was

' with the rest. "But that is no fairy tale," said the little boy, who was listening to the story. "The thing is, you must understand it," said the narrator; "let us ask old Nanny." "That was no fairy tale, 'tis true," said old Nanny; "but now it's coming. the most wonderful fairy tales grow out of that which is reality; were that not the case, you know, my magnificent Elderbush could not have grown out of the tea-pot."

She wanted to say something to make him feel better, but nothing came out. The two of them were quiet as if someone pressed a pause button. They stood there unmoving, like two figures in a drawing. “I…” Michael wanted to say something, but Nina cut him off. “Let me tell you a story.” Nina took a deep breath and started her story, “Once upon a time, there was a naïve little girl. She grew up happily under her mum’s care. Until one day, her mum became sick. She used up all her savings to cure her mother.”