Ribbons Book Novels & Stories

Joe explained and then moved his pinky finger in the air. A big stone out of nowhere suddenly come in front of the person. The person tripped over and fell down, the blanket also dropped revealing the beautiful face of a middle aged women. Joe's eyes frowned but he continued staring at laptop screen. Ruby was walking casually around the book shelves, she was checking different books from different shelves randomly. Suddenly her eyes got stuck on certain special book. The book looks like an old ancient manuscript with a metallic bronze cover. There was a lot of dust on the cover as if this books is not touched from decades.

Back to the front cover. Kenneth gave me this book as a present. For drawing purposes, I know it's a sketchpad with white blank papers. Just ordinary... Yet now, I'm witnessing with my own two eyes how the plain abstract cover erased its colors, transforming into something red with cursive design at the center. Written in thick italic letters, THE BOOK OF STRINGS wrote itself as if there's an invisible hand with golden ink writing them. If I'm in my right state of mind, I would have screamed, tuck my tails, and bolt to ask for help. But I did nothing of those...

he said. She turned from the window. “I thought it was lost.” “So did I.” He came inside and closed the door halfway, leaving it unlatched as he had learned to do. Then he crossed the room and held the ribbon out to her. Rhea took it carefully. The fabric was old, softened by use, one edge frayed where small fingers must have worried it over time. A tiny knot remained near one end, tied in the way Rhea used to tie them so children could loosen the ribbon themselves if fear made them feel trapped.

“Here. I got you lots of storybooks. I know you love storybooks. I bought lots of them. The Mermaid and the Beast, Cinderella, Beauty, and the Beast, the Mermaid, and her knight…….” Little Rosie’s eyes widened as Ruby kept mentioning the names of the storybooks she got for her. Her previous frown was gone and replaced with awe. Her eyes fell on the back seat of the car and again, her eyes widened causing her to look so cute with her widened eyes and open mouth. The back seat of the car was loaded with storybooks just for her. No wonder aunt Ruby was still counting and saying the names of the books she bought. Doing all of these to impress one little child. Really?

“Fine, I’ll keep it. Thank you, Mr. Marcus. Truly.” “You don’t have to be so formal, Lia”, he said. He then motioned to the bag with his chin and smiled wider. “There’s more.” “More?” He nodded. I sighed and looked into the bag once more. There was a black gift box tied in a silk blue ribbon. I untied the ribbon and peeked inside. A small, leather-bound notebook greeted me, and my eyes widened in surprise. "Is this... a songbook?"

“Do I still look like a princess?” “You don’t just *look* like one,” Vincenzo said, his voice soft and brimming with tenderness. “You *are* a princess—the most beautiful and bravest of them all. And that pink ribbon? It’s not just a pretty accessory. It’s what holds your invisible crown in place, the kind only princesses with fearless hearts can wear.” Helen’s smile trembled with emotion at the gentleness of his words, while Lily adjusted her pink ribbon as if she truly settled a crown, clutching Bubu tightly.

She said, glancing back, her eyes suspicious. "Only one rule." I said, waiting for her to lean in, "If you pull a book that has a red ribbon tied around the spine, you bring it to me first."