Rainbows Book Novels & Stories

I was astonished by what he did, but I understand; perhaps this is how they revere the royal family. I glanced again up above the sky, maybe one day, like this, I'll see a double like this, twin arches into the silver-velvet above, I sincerely hope so. "It is called rainbow.. do you remember what you said yesterday? You've never seen a rainbow but now, you already had." "Rainbow," I whispered. "Rainbow is a doorway to knowledge and perhaps revelation." "But Legolas, what arch of varying hues is lowered from heaven to earth?"

She admired the colours each one had and how each presented itself with a unique quirk. Noticing one that seemed to have worn off more than the rest she pulled it out of the rack. Flipping it over to see its cover she smiled at the title written in bold letters the words read Greensburrow. It was a children's book about a young boy and girl who arrived at an orphanage together and became good friends. The girl, Anna was an adventurous soul who would often get herself in trouble but had Eliot, the boy always there to save her.

A light electric shock struck her hand and a warning appeared on the page, “This book is meant for the eyes of the Holy Clan. None but those whom are members of the clan may read this book. Great protections shroud this book and anyone defying this requirement will find themselves turned to stone.” “ interesting,” Raven thought. “ I suppose it’s time to find out if I really am a part of this clan.” She dared to turn the page. Wind started picking up and swirling around her. She looked around the room to see if anything had appeared. Raven still seemed to be alone in this library. As she read the first line, on the first page, the wind calmed itself, and she knew once, and for all, this was h

Turning my attention back to the mysterious little girl, I asked softly; “What is your name little one” “…Ruina…” she replied “Well that’s an unusual name though it’s beautiful. What does it mean?” “It means ruin” she answered in such an eerie voice that I stumbled on my knees. I opened my mouth to bombard her with questions when she cut me off.

He wasn't aquatinted with fashion and he didn't understand how things worked. He just watched as slender ladies swayed majestically through the columns and other people were taking pictures. He wondered if Ketra's turn was already done and hoped she was still backstage. A moment of silence came in as reporters turned their cameras towards the backstage exit as a tall slender figure appeared in black with lights turned down to dim. Rain's nostrils flared as he caught a merry sweet scent of Vanilla-mint and he could feel his wolf wagging its tail happily. What a blessing!

My life would brighten, bolstered by sunshine and lollipops. Unicorns. Rainbows. I shake my head and bite my lip as I put the fantasy away for good. It can't happen. Ever. Hello readers, hope you guys are enjoying the book? Please remember to leave a comment and support the book. Thank you all.

Sympathy poured in. The family stood together. Stronger. Unbroken. Elena finished the chapter. Titled it: The Rain That Never Stopped She printed it. Bound it. Placed it beside the others. Then she sat on the veranda again. Rain falling. Soft. Steady. She whispered to it. “Thank you.” For the beginning. For the middle. For the end. For the love that outlasted everything. The rain answered. Gentle. Endless. Forever.

And to my editor and trusted friend, Chibuzor Victor Obih, for encouraging me with kind words even when the storm was too large for me to calm. The whole sky was the colour of her skin. Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor and park.

"Mr Philip sent me to give this to you." "Thanks." I collected the book to inspect the front cover, while he showed off some dimples. The book had a raccoon as it's display photo. The raccoon looked thrilled to bits with both hands up and mouth open like it was shouting. The background was yellow, it had the words, 'furiosly happy' boldly written on it. Under the book title, there were word too that said, 'a funny book about terrible things' written in smaller font, while the author's name was Jenny Lawson.

Too pale, too thin. While I fiddle with the blanket like a girl with her dolly, the truck drifts outta its lane into the path of an eighteen wheeler. The driver honks and I bite back a roar. Don’t wanna wake my sleeping beauty. Instead, I glare at the driver with mad bear eyes. Fates, the kit isn’t even awake and the bear is fighting to protect her. Keep it up and she’s gonna think I’m her knight in shining armor. That’ll be a mistake.