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“I want to hear about when you were in England.” That made Adela pause. “When I was in England, I was studying jewelry design. When you’re a bit older, Mommy will tell you all about it. But for now, let’s pick a story from these books, okay?” Ralph nodded enthusiastically and stuck out his pinky. “Let’s pinky promise you’ll tell me when I grow up!” Trying not to laugh, she hooked his pinky with hers and started reading The Lion King—one of his favorites. He already knew most of it by heart and would chime in as she read, looking proud every time he got the next line right.

I have to remove such comments because it's really devastate my mentality. Why my English is bad? Because I've never been to school like you all. I self taught or self study myself in the house. So you see why I'm not good at English. Please I'm really trying to edit the story. I love my readers and their opinions matters to me most. Love you all ( heart broken 💔💔)

I want to ask. "Anything hehe!" Their faces show that they are excited. "Hmm, do you want an English story?" I asked and they just nodded. "Okay, its title is Prince Ariel." I started talking to her. _ "Is the story okay?" "Is that all? Do you have another story hehe?" Said the boy in the middle. "We still want to listen." One promised. my god, I think I'm going to run out of saliva from what I'm talking about.

we same in unison pointing to each other. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------- “There is no such thing as a good story. There is only something like a good book. A good book is where a reader finds complete solace and comfort; a way to escape harsh realities relating to his life” - R.A Higheels If you liked this chapter, please consider leaving a review!

Most of the pages in the front were smudged too terribly to read anything but once it became legible, I started to shake with happiness. It was a story book! Eagerly I began reading the first story that wasn't destroyed. MY mouth dropped open in wonder at this finding. It was a shadow elf storybook, and a very old one. Page after page I flipped through the words absorbing every word that I could. The stories were full of ghastly creatures similar to the ghoulcat and the heroes of ancient Gwathendor who fought them. And their lady loves that they saved along the way. Soon enough I was hunched over the bed with the little book in my lap and my head in the clouds.

I nod. “Sure thing, Evelyn. Whatever you say.” “Well, don’t just sit there, we have to study!” Evelyn pushes. “That’s true. I’m going to absolutely bomb my English final if I don’t remember enough about the Grimm Fairytales.” “What stories did you read?” Evelyn asks, looking through her notes. “I’m going to assume it’s a mix of Grimm, Hans Christen Anderson, and all the other books written back then that were eventually adapted to those children’s movies?”

"I don't know how to even fucking read.” I bit down in my lip, my mind running with words I could give that'd convince him. "Well, it's not really just a book,” I said, lifting the book back up. "This is a magic spell book that grants all your fucking wishes. You don't even have to read from it. Just open and say whatever the fuck it is that you want, and it magically gives that to you.” Stan arched a brow. "And why haven't you used it to get you some food?”

Then, she sat down on the edge of his bed and read him a story. Bryan loved being read to by Miss Esther. She had a soothing voice that made him feel relaxed and sleepy. He especially loved stories about animals. Tonight, Miss. Esther was reading Bryan the story of "The Very Hungry Caterpillar." Bryan loved this story because it was so funny. He laughed out loud every time the caterpillar ate another food. When Miss. Esther was finished reading, Bryan was so tired that he fell asleep right away. Miss Esther tucked him in and kissed him goodnight.

Sarah stretched out her body as she closed the book she finished reading. She stood up from her dressing table, lifting the book up above her head. "What an amazing story," she bellowed and pecked the front cover of the book. She loved the content she read which talked about each pack with the territory. It was an amazing journey that all packs took to grow and became large as they were now. She read the different stories about each pack and she marveled at their characteristics.

It was a book they had read countless times, but each time, it held a new magic, a new wonder for Theo. “Once upon a time,” Hazel began, her voice soft and soothing, “there was a little bear named Barnaby who loved to go on adventures.” Theo’s eyes widened, his attention captivated by the story. He listened intently, his tiny fingers tracing the illustrations, his imagination soaring with each word Hazel spoke. The story of Barnaby the bear, his adventures in the forest, his encounters with talking squirrels and mischievous rabbits, filled the room with a sense of magic and wonder. Theo giggled at Barnaby’s antics, his heart filled with joy.