Story Books To Read Novels & Stories

"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 rattled on about how she loves to read books especially love stories and how happy she’s to get a new friend who happens to share the same hobby with her. I don’t fancy love stories because I can easily predict what’s gonna happen next like who wouldn’t? Besides, it’s kind of boring to read the same plot repeatedly; boy meeting the girl, girl meeting the boy, starting from simple infatuation to attraction, then one of’em will confess, and BAM! They start dating and blah blah blah. It’s predictable. I’d rather read genres like adventure, action, crime, thriller, fantasy, etc., where things’re not much predictable plus you’ve to use your brain. At least you can learn something new. “Here w

The Little Mermaid popped out at me, as did The Emperor's New Clothes, but I thought maybe a story that people are foolish in public wouldn’t be the best choice. Then I looked around some more and picked up Floca’s Moonshot: The Flight of Apollo 11, Lewis’s The Wolf, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, and Dahl’s Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, and a few others. I paused at the Harry Potter series, but while the girls were old enough, being werewolves, for the story, I knew the sizes of the books would put them off. Next year, I thought. They’d have handled textbooks by then and wouldn’t be so rapidly opposed to books an inch thick or more.

“Mommy has to read a story.” I smiled faintly. “You’re still excited to read a story, even though you were sleepy earlier?” “Of course. Just one story.” Noah raised a finger, his face very serious. Liam chuckled. “Just one short story, okay? You have school tomorrow.” Noah nodded quickly. “Okay.” I took a thin book from the nightstand, his favorite animal picture book. I opened it to the first page and began reading softly. Noah rested his head on my shoulder, his eyes half-closed, but his lips still smiling.

"Oh, everything! The children going to Narnia and the battles and Edmund being bad but then being sorry and being good. But I liked Lucy best. She's not pretty but she's so brave." He listens to the stream of enthusiastic chatter.... "In that case, try this one next. It is about the same children returning to Narnia.... 'The Silver Chair'.…" She all but snatches the book from his hand. "So, you enjoy the tales of magic and fantasy? What other books of that sort have you read?" "The ones by Scheherazade...." "Ah yes, the 'Teller of the Tales', 'The Thousand and One Nights." It does indeed contain some excellent stories. But not all, um.… suitable for young ladies. I suspect you have read a ve

I was dressed in a comfortable summer dress and the flowers in my hair made me look like some kind of creature from a fairy tale. I met with the children who were all excited about grabbing a piece of cake and joining me for story time. Each year, I read them the story about the dragon king and the werewolf princess falling in love. I thought they would eventually get bored with the book, but they never did. Each year, all the children would gather around me and wait eagerly to hear the story.

Just as he approached a room’s doorway, he heard Tina and Kara’s conversation drifting from inside the room. “Tonight’s bedtime story is called ‘Tadpoles Searching for Their Mommy.’ The warm spring is here… A bunch of little tadpoles want to look for their mommy… After overcoming all the obstacles, the little tadpoles finally found their froggy mommy. Together, they lived happily ever after…” Tina’s tone was gentle as she read the bedtime story out loud from the storybook to her daughter. Kara lay in her arms, her heavy eyelids already glued together. She struggled to say, “The little tadpoles are very pitiful… I won’t be separated from you, Mommy… Even if we do get separated, I’ll find you

I could only follow her as she continued to move through the aisles, selecting items with such care it felt like she was building a small, perfect world just for Nathaniel and Nathalie. We lingered over a shelf of storybooks next. Leah picked one up, flipping through the pages. “This one’s about a little bear who dreams of the stars,” she said, showing me the cover. “I used to love this story.” Her eyes sparkled with a faraway memory, and I found myself imagining her as a child, curled up under the blankets with wide-eyed wonder as someone read to her. The image stirred something warm in me. “Then we’ll get it,” I said. “I want them to have every story you love.”

The power of storytelling had always captivated her, and now she had the opportunity to share that magic with Angela. "I want to create cherished memories for Angela, just like the ones I have," Mitchell whispered to herself, her voice filled with determination. "Through these stories, I can take her to far-off worlds, ignite her imagination, and show her the wonders that lie within the pages of a book, o! Wao, she exclaimed loudly. This would be the perfect story for tonight. She told herself as she read the title:The Magical Adventure of Princess Lily " With a sense of purpose, Mitchell finally chose the book, it's cover adorned with a fanciful illustration of a magical forest. It seemed l

She didn't know what book they meant. "Then, let's take out your books. Have you read them?" Grabbing their bags, the students answered. "Yes, Miss. I read it before bed, ten pages long. The story was really exciting, and the pictures were cute! It made me interested in going on an adventure." "No, Miss. I just got back to L City last night. I didn't have time to read it." "Me too! I just got back from Iceland last night. I haven't even had time to open the package yet."