Penguin Classics Novels & Stories

You allow the young Prince to drag you out from the presence of your parents and into a hallway. Everything's huge and the interior appears modern than what you'd usually see in children's books. They don't have those metal-like figures resting on the walls to give out that dungeon-y kind of vibe. Then again, it's not like you would want to see that. The mere thought of them coming out to life with whatever weapon they had on hold just waiting to slice or beat any human to a pulp? Sent a big wave of shivers slithering down your spine like a snake.

She smiled at her waiting children touched they had remembered the conversation. “You remembered that?” “Of course we did,” Theo snorted. As if they would ever forget. “Open mine next!” Carefully setting the little penguin on its mirror base Ava opened the next gift to discover a chubby, blue penguin that soon joined the first on the coffee table. Alexis’s gift was a mother penguin cuddling its chick. Ava wiped a tear from her eye as she looked over the three glass figurines sparkling like jewels. “I love them! Thank you.”

The night's symphony played on, the rustling leaves and nocturnal creatures harmonizing with our whispered conversation. Sebastian, ever the beacon of light in my darkest moments, continued his whimsical tales. His eyes, alight with mischief, met mine as he delved into another enchanting diversion. "Did you know," he began, a grin playing on his lips, "that penguins are secretly the world's best dancers? In Antarctica, they hold top-secret dance-offs every winter. The winner gets to wear the fanciest tuxedo for a day!" I couldn't help but laugh at the delightful image of penguins gracefully gliding across the ice in a dance competition, their formal tuxedos swaying to an invisible rhythm. It

"Which one was your favorite?" "Oh, that's easy." I bend down a little and search for the first one that caught my eye. It's a delicate penguin, small enough to fit in my palm. It's got wide eyes, like it's studying me. It's totally adorable and makes me want to cuddle it. Smooth black glass blends into the crystals that dots the belly. I turn it around on the shelf and catch a glimpse of the tag. $45. No way. I'm broke as fuck. I don't think I could afford a candy bar at this point, much less a shop full of delicate creations made by... I glance at the sign.

" Ok then, I will call this story THE LITTLEST ELF" "Oliver was an elf. He lived with his family in the North Pole. There were many elves in the Santa’s village, but Oliver was the littlest one. It was Christmas time and Oliver was excited. This year, he would discover his special job at one of Santa’s workshops. He just needed to visit each shop to see which one was the right fit.

Georgia had gone very still with the specific rapt attention of a child who has just been handed something precious. "Keep going," she said. So he had. Gerald, it turned out, was secretly the bravest penguin in the Arctic, tasked with a nightly mission to fly across the sky and check on children who might be scared of the dark. He had a rival — a grumpy owl named Bartholomew who didn't believe penguins should fly at all — and a best friend, a walrus named Pearl, who helped him navigate using the stars. Each night added a new chapter. Gerald rescued a lost baby seal. Gerald outsmarted Bartholomew in a contest of courage. Gerald discovered that Pearl the walrus was afraid of thunderstorms and