November Read Aloud Novels & Stories

One, two, three… Then I heard him. Footsteps. Heavy, measured, stopping outside the nursery door. He didn’t knock. Alphas didn’t knock. But he didn’t burst in either. There was a long pause. And then — his voice. Low, rumbling, deliberately soft. “‘The Warrior Bear stomped through the forest,’” he read. “‘His roar shook the leaves from the trees. But when he found the little cub crying…’” I froze. He was doing the voices.

//Chandra Margaret// I immediately put all the snack that I prepared for the boys. My hands are shaking a bit as I go to the living room. There is three boys in total. I dare not to look in their faces. "H-here is the food." I clear my throat. Even my voice is shaking. The boy in the single sofa look at me. He's reading a book in his hand. I know that book! It's Our dawn is hotter than day. A book about two people who keep their night busy while sleeping in the daylight.

“Antonio? '' Gift! '' Alice? '' Here! '' Bruno? '' Eu! '' Bruna? '' Here! '' Bianca? '' Here! '' Bob? '' Gift! And so I continue until the end. “Well, what do you want to do? '' Story! '' Answer together. “Um, what story?” I ask, going over to the little books. '' Beauty and the Beast! Bianca screams. “Oh, not again, Aunt. It's always this story. '' Gustavo complains, sulking. “Gustav. '' I look at him seriously. “Well, I'll read a different story this time. “What, teacher?” Bella asks. “Let's see. I pick up a book, reading the title. '' Me, Thou and He. '' I smile.

She continued flipping to the next page. “Well you had better not let the book take up all of your time. You know we still have chores to carry out.” “Whatever,” she replied playfully with an eyeroll. Now she sat cross-legged on the bed, eyes sparkling as she read aloud, her voice stumbling over a few words but never losing its eagerness. “‘The knight… rode into the… the dark forest,’” she sounded the words carefully, lips moving slowly as she traced the lines with her finger. “He wasn’t… afraid, even though the trees were… whispering secrets.”

You have until the end of the week to return what belongs to this family. Dominic watched the paper burned but the words written stayed in his mind. He exhaled slowly, looked up and straightened just as footsteps approached from the corridor, lighter ones first, then a smaller, hurried set that broke into a run. “Mama! Mama! The T-Rex can run faster than a car!” Nicholas burst into the room like a gust of sunlight, a book clutched open in both hands, pages already creased from rereading. Althea followed close behind, her hair still damp, from the morning, a soft laugh on her lips that seemed almost defiant against the weight that lived in this house.