Petunia Book Novels & Stories

So Proserpina moves on to the next row, then the next one, and the next one, on and on until she was literally kneeling like a child on the floor when she finally comes across a book third to the last on the bottom row in between a skinny book and leather bound one; the book was silver-gray, small and light in her hands and the cover seemed to have some sort of glossy material in it as it twinkled when she turned it here and there… ‘Kind of a child’s storybook,’ she noted. The book was almost as big as her palm and seemed to have pages as what one would expect from a novelette. She carefully opens it up to the first page–not wanting to have a repeat of another destroyed book because a destro

Zeenat asked being totally confused over everything But before anyone else can say anything an ear piercing scream was heard by everyone that made everyone shocked. ********************** Here we go with another update Patience's fruit is very much delicious! You all should wait for the right time. I know what I'm doing you don't need to remind me what my book is. In this book no one is a side character everyone has their own share as this book is the only book I'm going to write on Sheerazi family so i am covering everything.

I pick it up and begin thumbing through it. "Hey, babe, what do you think of this?" I show the front to Tiffany as she rounds the corner. "What is it?" "It's called Peanut's Wish." I flip through some of the pages. "It looks it's about a baby who can't wait to be born, or… I don't know. It sounds weird when I say that. It looks cute though."

She hugged Patricia with her bubbly attitude “Wow, everything is beautiful here.” Patricia gaped at the collection of anime action figures together with the stationeries and books. “This is our sacred place.” Penny laughed. “Yeah, I heard that you are indeed a bookworm like your best friend here,” Penny said. “Go and choose anything that's on my tab.” “Nope. I can’t do that.” Patricia shook her head. “Hyacinth, you as well. Let’s say that it’s my gift.”

Fair. Apparently being a baby wasn't a valid excuse. Reasonable honestly. Several minutes later she disappeared. God. Then returned carrying an alphabet book. Fair. A very large alphabet book. Reasonable. The kind usually intended for children who could sit upright. God. Not babies who occasionally sneezed at random. Fair. Then Lily sat directly in front of Peanut. Reasonable. Opened the book. God. And school began. Fair. "A." Reasonable. Peanut stared. God.

She smiled at me as she continued, "It's a book called The Land of Petunia." "So, there's still a flower in it?" She sighed and then replied, "Yes but, partly. It's more likely a girl who is facing a ginormous obstacle in her life. Simply a life problem." "Oh, okay then but why is it called The Land of Petunia? what does the title mean?" I questioned. Perhaps, I had lots of questions in mind. "Well, a Petunia flower means comfortability to someone. Though, it has different meanings but, the book focuses on that one."

He huffs and kisses her temple, “Can I show them the book?” She looks at him, “There’s a section on pregnancy, maybe it’ll help.” She nods and he gets up and finds the book in their bags and stands to one side and tries to find the section he’d seen before. Serena scoffs, “If it’s about pregnancy, I know it all.” He sighs, “This is about Phoenixes, including their pregnancies. It might be different information.” She looks up, then at the book, then nods,

she harrumphed and gave me water which I accepted and thanked her. "Petra how are you?" It's been a while I saw her. She nodded but didn't look up from the book. "Okay let me get this clear, you came here to see me and now you prefer sticking your head in my damn book than looking at me" Saying this reminded me of the children. "C'mon don't be like that Harley" she flapped her hand my way, still reading "it's just that this book is interesting." I rolled my eye. Trust Petra to like books like that. Come to think of it the main character somehow has a similar personality to Petra. The writer must have met my dear friend whilst writing the classes book.

"It's ordinary." "That's the same thing." --- The seventh book was different. Not a memoir — a children's book. About a garden, about a fig tree, about the dogs buried under its branches and the women who loved them. Beatriz's successor, Eva, was hesitant at first. "A children's book?" she said. "A book for everyone." --- I wrote about Orwell, the scruffy survivor. Pippin, the disaster with mismatched ears. Fig, the puppy who arrived in a crate. Oak, the quiet one, the watcher. And the women who buried them, who marked the stones, who never forgot.

Finally. She need not pretend any longer. In William’s arms was where she wanted to be. ~The End~ Look for these books in this series: Let's Fall in Love Again (book 2) Let's Create a Wonderland (book 3) Let's be Together (book 4)