Pacifier Book Novels & Stories

Watching as Xavia finally began eating, Zivon couldn’t help but smile. After shaking his head, he then began reading the first book he had taken off the shelves… It was one discussing how to take care of pregnant women and how to keep them in good spirits. Since he didn’t really know much about this topic, it wasn’t long before he got deeply engrossed in his book.

The sun has begun to set signally that their mothers would soon be here for them, so I take out the story book from the pile of things I had gone to get from the market, with the little money the Beta had given me, in preparation for this experience; crayons, drawing books, pencils, erasers and many more. My Happy Ending. That is the title of the book. It had caught my attention in the children store, so I had bought it with the excuse that it would be a good and quick read for the children. But I knew it was for no one but myself. It seems that blue eyed pup, which I’ve finally known by his name, Paul, it seems he has an allergy to books. As he began to throw this tantrums immediately I sat

'" She muttered, scrambling up from the ground using both hands and feet, hurrying upstairs. Shortly after, Amelia and Asher returned. With Asher around, Andrew and Isabella had to display 'spousal affection.' Last time, they inadvertently argued in front of the child, and the baby cried endlessly. After that lesson, they dared not repeat the mistake. The baby had been reading children's books lately—'The Pea Princess,' 'Little Red Riding Hood,' 'The Adventure of the Gingerbread House,' and some books on good habits. One book showed parents pulling bedsheets while the little baby sat swinging on top. Asher stood in front of Isabella, holding the book and his small blanket, looking at her bla

It went from the first floor to the second floor, and the fragrance of books was strong. Every book had a division. When he was looking for books related to clothing design, when he passed by the technical section, he accidentally saw a book called "Nature of Pregnant Ten Month". Out of curiosity, he took it out and flipped through it.

ADRIAN’S POV “Give me both of them,” I told the storekeeper, my voice tight with a mix of urgency and anxiety. He nodded and added them to the cart. I glanced down, the cart already loaded, but it felt empty—way too little for my baby. I looked at the shelf again, picking up a tiny pacifier. The colors were soft, perfect, but I froze, my chest tightening. Which one the fuck should I pick? “The blue color is for a boy, and the pink is for a girl,” the storekeeper announced again. I swear, he’s said it three times already, and I got it, damn it.

She laid down, wiggling to get settled underneath the covers of her bed. "All comfy?" I asked, with a chuckle.. "Yup!" Patti nodded quickly, holding a stuffed animal tight to her chest. "Read now please." "Okay, two chapters and then bed, alright?" "Three chapters?" Patti asked, batting her eyes at me. I laughed, rolling my eyes at her fondly. "We'll see how long they are." "Okay." Patti agreed. I opened the book, draping an arm around Patti's shoulders as I started to read from the book. It had been one of my favorites as a kid. I started reading it to Patti a few months back and she really seemed to enjoy it.

Damn, Freckles. The first book I pulled out was called “Images You Should Not Masturbate To”. I snorted, flipping through a couple of pages and shaking my head. That sarcastic streak of hers ran deep. I grabbed another, the title catching my eye: “How to Traumatize Your Children: 7 Proven Methods to Help You Screw Up Your Kids Deliberately and with Skill.” I let out a short laugh, one that came from somewhere I’d almost forgotten existed. Then there were the others—Fancy Coffins to Make Yourself, Do-It-Yourself Coffins for Pets and People, and, for good measure, How to Raise Your IQ by Eating Gifted Children. I shook my head, glancing back at her still sleeping form.

In one corner was a crib with rails and a changing table. “Welcome to your special room, princess,” Marcus said, kissing the top of her head. Damien held up a fluffy pink onesie with little hearts and a snap crotch. “Arms up, baby.” They stripped her naked, then dressed her in the onesie. It was soft and tight, hugging her small tits and snapping snug between her legs. Damien slipped a thick pink pacifier between her lips. She sucked on it instantly, feeling tiny and safe. “On the bench, little one,” Marcus ordered gently.

She didn’t cry like all other babies except a little cry when she came out of her mother. Luc and Ric were like two curious cats, they surrounded her with their toys cheering her up to give them a smile but she just watched them with her big eyes. At last Julia took her to Ralph who stood at a corner reading a book about manufacturing of guns. That book was gifted to him by Louis on his eighth birthday. “Ralph..look at the baby girl” Julia said crouching down before Ralph and the poker faced boy put down the book and looked at Klara with a twisted face.

there are purple 'My little pony' pajamas on her chair I get her dressed and soon she's in the bed. I look at her bookcase, "What would you like for me to read?" I ask. "A Princess of Mars please." I find the book and look at the description behind it. It seems like something people around Lucia's age would read, "Are you sure?" I ask, she nods. Well then. I join her on the bed and and open up the book, "I am a very old man; how old I do not know. Possibly I am a hundred..." By the time I'm quarter-way through Noelle is silently yawning trying to keep herself woke.