Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer Original Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Books lay open across the desk, and papers covered almost every available surface. I reached for another old book that had been tucked away at the very back of one of the shelves. Unlike the others, it was noticeably thinner, its leather cover faded with age. As I brushed away the dust that had settled over it, three words slowly came into view. The White Wolves. My heartbeat quickened as I stared at the title for a brief moment before opening the book without wasting another second. “Finally.” The first few pages were filled with handwritten accounts describing the White Wolves as though they had truly existed.

“Where did you find our great story?’ Rula pointed in any direction, out the window of her house. “Skymane Shop.” Rondolf frowned. He thought a large and sacred building had kept the eternal story of the Alpha's journey throughout the years. “Children's fairy tale bookstore. Put it one kilometer from ….” Rula paused when she realized Rondolf was looking at her with those hideous eagle eyes. She was mistaken. She shouldn't have said a children's story bookstore … maybe it's cooler just to call it a bookstore. "Forgive me." Rula ended her sentence with a horse smile. "I didn't know that was insulting to you guys."

There would soon be presents and cookies. There was every reason to be happy and content. But, all she could think about was Nathan. So, she sat on the floor in front of the fire and drank rum. It was her annual place to sit on Christmas Eve. Holly and Mark had already watched the old Claymation version of Rudolf the Red-Nosed Reindeer. Now they would exchange books as was their tradition.

How did I end up naked and injured, buried by the snow, and saved by Marsai on the same day the Hunter got crowned alpha? The answer was something I sincerely dreaded because I already pieced it up in my head. But denial, denial gave me faith to wait and see if I would come across a different path. My heart was way too dark to feel sympathy or anything else for this...person, this ‘me’ I watched Rudolph tap his leg rapidly. His hands staged on the top of his thigh as he kept tapping the floor base of the carriage. "Will you stop such annoying habits for Pete's sake!" I exclaimed because the sole of his boots created an awful rhythm with the base of the carriage.

Bookmaking was harder and messier than it looked. Oliver wandered through the North Pole. He was sad. Oliver knew there had to be one special job he could do even if he was little. Then he heard a sound of hooves clattering at the stables. Inside, a herd of reindeer had gathered to meet Dot, the new reindeer. She was little just like Oliver.

Like someone who lived within a steady rhythm. “Right on time.” Neutral, but to me it sounded like praise. “Thank you,” I replied stiffly. He gestured toward a chair near the long table. “Sit. We can start.” I followed his gesture, sat down, and placed my bag on my lap. Rudolf retrieved something from the shelf, a large sketchbook then sat in the chair across from me. He opened to a blank page, looked at me briefly, then raised one eyebrow slightly. “So, you have a concept for your book cover?”

He just grins and munches on his bread. Smiling, I unwrap it carefully. It’s actually two books, housed in a red slipcase. The books are bound in what I think is red Morocco leather. The spines have raised bands and are lettered in gilt. One isAlice’s Adventures in Wonderland, the other isThrough the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There. Both the copies bear a dedication: ‘Margaret Evelyn Hardy from the Author, Christmas 1871.’ One of them contains a piece of paper that explains their origin.

There was even a reindeer—though it wasn’t real—and Michael hopped up and down in excitement. “Welcome to the North Pole!” one of Santa’s elves said, ushering them toward the line. Santa was sitting on a throne off in the distance, his white beard and red velvety suit looking genuine and his cheeks glistening in the Christmas lights that hung like snowflakes from the ceiling. The elves guiding the children through the process were all wearing green costumes with red tights, their pointy shoes and hats with bells on them. Everywhere she looked, she saw smiling, excited faces, and she couldn’t help but let it lift her spirits. “Dad! There’s Hailey!” Michael shouted, pointing across the room to

He came over to me and handed me the book before sitting back by Margarette. I looked at the book that had the book cover Of Mice and Men on it. When I opened the book, I could see that it was really a book about Red Wolves. "This belongs to you now," Charles said "Why didn't you tell me that all Red Wolves were a part of your bloodline?" Sean asked

Another lady complained. Aurora ignored them and walked to the side. All the lady’s gifts to Aspen were set on the table. Only two gifts had been unwrapped. One was Blanc’s fairytale book, and the other was an action figure. Aurora first checked the action figure. Nothing suspicious. Then she picked up the book. “Careful with that book.” Blanc reminded her, “It was the first edition, signed by the author.” The book had been around for many years, so its pages had become yellow and fragile. Some pages were stuck together.