Stories For Kids Novels & Stories

"Wait! You mean that child was fond of telling . . . stories? Like fairytales?" "Bingo! Apparently, her mother loved to tell her fairytales, love stories and happy endings. It's the typical childhood days. The child obviously fell in love with the concept of fairytales that she couldn't help but brag about it everyday. She even went as far as to imagine she was the princess in a Cinderella story while her parents were her fairy god parents—"

Before I could stand, Lily tugged gently at the sleeve of my cardigan. "Can we have a story?" Sarah smiled apologetically. "It's getting late, sweetheart." "Just a little one," Lily pleaded, her lower lip pushing forward in a way that had always defeated every ounce of discipline I possessed. I laughed quietly and sat on the edge of the bed. Instinctively, the children shifted closer, drawn toward me with the unconscious certainty that mothers were safe places. "Alright," I whispered. "One little story." I began telling them about four tiny stars who believed they weren't bright enough to belong in the night sky. They searched for light everywhere except inside themselves until they discover

she asked him with a frown. He sighed. “Your mommy didn’t have wonderful parents.” He told her. “Were they mean to her?” she asked her father, looking at him. “It’s complicated sweety. I’ll tell you when you’re older.” He told her. “Okay. What about your mommy and daddy?” she asked. “I don’t know who my mommy and daddy are.” He told her. “Why not?” she asked. “Okay, enough questions, little miss. The stories you’re asking for are not happy ones. You should only hear and see good and pretty things when you are young. I’ll tell you the sad stories when you are older.”

Rhoda slowly narrates the stories so that the children can understand them. "There were earthquakes, famines, droughts, wars, and tribulations, as well as hurricanes, violent storms, and large floods that washed people's lives," Rhoda pauses and observes her children's expressions. "Are you all right, my dearest children?" " She asks briefly. "Of course, Mommy. We're listening," Robert responds. "But do you understand my story?" "Rhoda asks the younger girls." Andrea, Julia, Ruth, and Alexa? " She remarks.

She proposed with an inviting smile. And her aim was achieved when the kids both looked up at the same time and their eyes widened with anticipation. "What is the story of the King and Queen?" The little girl asked. "Does it have other kingdoms and fighting and monsters?" Added the little boy. "It doesn't have monsters and other kingdoms." Hailey shook her head. "This story only revolves around the king and queen." The kids stared at her, their eyes sparkling, hungry for more. And Hailey breathed in deeply then went on. "It all started when the King married the Queen," she started. "Everyone in the castle celebrated. The King was very happy. His subjects were happy, except the Queen."

She spoke softly walking towards them as they sat on the large bed. " We're not. She doesn't want to tell us a bedtime story." Emma grumbled. " Come on." " We don't want to hear about Rapunzel or sleeping beauty. We want your story." Emma cried and the twins nodded in agreement. " Alright fine. Gather around." She pulled the kids closer to herself and covered them with the duvet as she started her story. " The story I'm about to tell you is called the Unicow. Once upon a time, there was a girl named Sophia." She began.

She said slowly, "Well, stories should be longer, more intricate, and a bit more fantastical. You know, like 'The Ugly Duckling,' 'The Little Mermaid,' and 'The Three Little Pigs.' Kids love those kinds of stories." John's face revealed a hint of bewilderment. "What are 'The Little Mermaid' and 'The Three Little Pigs'?" "You haven't heard of fairy tales?!" Diana was astonished. How could someone like John, a genius CEO who spoke eight languages fluently and became a CEO at twenty, not know about such widely known stories?! John confessed, "Never heard of them." A barely perceptible shade of melancholy passed through his eyes. He hadn't had a normal childhood, so he hadn't heard any fairy tal

"Really? And what stories does Mommy tell you?" Brandon tilted his head, thinking. "The Three Bears, Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, and the Prince and the Frog." He hesitated a little. "Mommy knows lots of stories too, but she only tells me one each night, so she finishes them quickly." Peter grinned. "Is that so? Do you really like listening to stories?" Brandon nodded enthusiastically. "I love it." "Then, how about letting Grandma tell you stories from now on? Sometimes, Mommy gets very tired."

She demands with a squeal. “A princess story?” I cuddle her close and say, “alright. Princess story it is. Once upon a time, there was princess and a prince. The prince and princess had known each other all their lives, but they weren’t very friendly. And then one day, the princess needed the princes help slaying a dragon that had kidnapped the princesses puppy. So the prince agrees to help her, and together they go after the dragon. They find it in a dark cave, the puppy tied to a big rock. The brave prince goes into the cave to save the puppy, but he doesn’t see the dragon who was hiding. But the princess does, and she rushes inside, saving her prince just as the dragon leaps for him. Work

I would be damned if I only instructed them and left. For a million years, my order would only accumulate dirt, as Ethan and Ezra would bury themselves in their video games and Emily would baby Penny. “Mum, tell us a bedtime story.” Ezra pleaded. Defeated, I began my tale of the legendary Wolf's King and his Luna. It happened to be their favourite story, and they never grew weary of it. In less than ten minutes, they were all fast asleep, like wasted adults. I tucked them into bed and watched them sleep for a while before turning off the light.