Romance Books For Kids の小説・ストーリー

"What are you reading?" "Oh, this?" She flashed the cover of her book, revealing a familiar-looking mischievous smile. The cover featured a couple lost in a passionate kiss. "I like to read romance," she said with a shrug, entirely unembarrassed. "What about you, Shana? Got any guilty pleasures in the book department?" I chuckled, feeling a shared sense of amusement. "Well, I've been more of a fantasy and adventure kind of reader." "Ah, the escapism types," she said, leaning back with a knowing smile. "Can't blame you. Real life gets too real sometimes."

“Who knows, maybe one day, I will write my own book or movie.” Katia chuckled. Cronos was sure that would never happen, but he continued to let her have her fantasy. He continued looking at the different titles and noticed there was one subject missing. Turning to look at his niece, he inquired, “No romance novels to read?” “NO. I have had enough of real romance to know that crap in books does not exist.” She scowled at him.

Not just big and then empty. I dragged my shocked feet towards the rows of shelves. The first, the second, third and more. All in different categories and genres. True life histories about wolves in one, histories about mates and their bonds in another, history about were-wars in one, histories about the rulers, their accomplishments and their deaths in another. And it went on like that until I got to the last row that got me grinning like a child who was just given a candy. Romance. A huge, wide shelf of romance books, soft, dark, extra dark... I had no idea Alexander would have a collection like this, ever.

I did know this area would always be disorganized, but if it were more inviting, it would encourage the kids to read and teach them the importance of respecting shared things. There was a giant bean bag chair that I flopped down on, and I started to group books. I found multiple biographies that were hundreds of pages long and a couple of racy romance novels. I’m not against those or anything. I enjoyed both genres. But I don’t think pups are capable of reading them. “You were serious about this organizing books thing.” I jumped a mile and looked up at Blake, looming over me. “Shit, I didn’t mean to scare you, Darling.”

“This project is… personal.” Her brows lift with interest. “Personal is good. Tell me about it.” I slide the manuscript across the table, my heart pounding as she picks it up. “It’s a series for children. Each book follows two siblings, Ella and Max, as they go on adventures that teach them about kindness, courage, and love. It’s not just about fantasy worlds or magical creatures, though there’s plenty of that. It’s about family and how the bonds we create can carry us through anything.”

I glance at the cover of the book she slid across the counter: a Catherine Bybee novel. “Oh, wow, Mathilda. You’re a fan of Catherine Bybee?” I smile, genuinely impressed as I open the ledger. “It’s refreshing to see a teenager with such classic taste. Most girls your age are glued to their phones, but here you are, diving into a good romance.”

“Brittany, do you like to read?” “I do. I have a massive collection. Why? Do you?” “I do, but I don’t have any books with me.” “You can borrow mine. What do you like?” “Oh, dark romance, really. As long as it isn’t too cheesy.”

I joined in. “It is. You wouldn’t get it—it’s about magic.” “Is there romance in it?” That caught her off guard, and she laughed. “There is,” she said, putting the book down. “A messy-haired farm boy falls in love with a blonde princess—but the princess chooses the farm boy’s cousin instead.” She winked. “Let her try,” I said, reaching for the book. But she jumped up and ran into the living room. Amber appeared at the bottom of the stairs with some bags.

JUNE: I shut the book tight. Fast enough like it was some deadly piece in my hand. What the hell was that? I met Romy's eyes, the wide-eyed girl already knew what she had done. She had slipped the book into my hand right before we boarded the bus for the long trip. “What book is this?” I had asked, eyes fixed on the cover. “Another romance book,” she answered. “Just something to keep your raging mind focused during the trip.”

I smiled. Alright, let's stop at the bookstore over there. They'd surely have those categories. We reached the bookstore and the driver stopped. Jessie asked, "Would you like to help me choose the books, Chase?" "Of course, let's go," I replied. We got into the store and made our way to the section for children and Jessie picked out a love story between a rich princess and a poor man. I was sure that Crystal hadn't read the story before. "Do you think Crystal would like this? It's a long read, about two hundred plus pages," Jessie asked.