Story For Kids Novels & Stories

Lilly giggled. “I thought I was telling the story,” Jasmine smiled, “Now how many will there be this time?” “Bore wike me,” Lilly smiled and held up four fingers. She ran her fingers through her daughter’s hair, “The little girl looked up and there were four boys shoving the mean boy away. The mean boy tried to punch the boys, but his yelling caused his parents to show up and the mean boy went away while getting in trouble. One of the nice boys pulled a band aid out of his pocket and fixed the little girl’s knee all better. She smiled and hugged him. They became friends and kept playing the rest of the day. Just as it was getting dark a tall man started yelling and the little girl quickly ra

His big eyes stared at me with hope and anticipation. I pulled him closer and placed his head on my chest. He wrapped his tiny arm around my stomach. I started running my fingers in his silky hairs. It was a surreal feeling that I couldn’t explain in words. I felt the motherly instinct when I didn’t give birth to a child myself. “Will you tell me a ghost story, Mom?” He poked my cheek. “I don’t know any ghost story but I can tell you the story of a young prince who befriended a lion. It’s not a fairy tale.” I said.

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.

Her face was unreadable. I cleared my throat. “Dragons, huh? Okay…” I sat at the edge of the bed and lowered my voice to that exaggerated storyteller tone. “Once upon a time, there was a dragon so big, his wings covered the mountains, and when he sneezed–” I made a loud snorting sound, waving my hands dramatically, “–he blew down entire forests!” The kids erupted in laughter. “And then,” I continued, deepening my voice for the dragon, “the villagers said, ‘Oh no! He’ll sneeze us away too!’ But one brave little knight said, ‘Don’t worry, I know how to stop him!’”

Millions of glittering stars stretched across the dark canvas above us, looking close enough to touch. We sat together by the dying embers of the campfire, wrapped in thick jackets. "Tell us a story, Daddy," Jim pleaded, resting his chin on his hands, looking up at me with wide, expectant eyes. "Tell me the story about the knight who fought the wolves." I smiled, pulling him closer into my lap. I spent the next half-hour weaving a silly, magical story about a brave knight with a shield made of silver and his loyal queen who protected the kingdom of the glass mountains.

My brother by blood, Eric Wilson, was having an affair. I found out about it. However, I chose not to tell his wife. Instead, I blackmailed him into buying me three luxury handbags.

Her eyes widened. I hesitated, then I smiled. “Because mothers always find their children.” The girl stared at me. “Promise?” I held out my little finger. “Promise.” She slowly wrapped her finger around mine. Her crying softened. I sat beside her. “Would you like me to tell you a story?” She nodded. Soon, several children gathered around me. I told them about a brave little wolf who was afraid of the dark but discovered that the stars were always watching over her. The children listened quietly. Some leaned against one another, while others slowly fell asleep.

Kevin waved his sword and hit it on the ground, causing a blue light to activate and sending blasts of air waves which shoved Kyle off his feet brutally. The guns fell from Kyle's hands and landed at the feet of the Tifex. Aiden used his smallest finger to send ice spiralling towards Kyle, freezing him in that position. Guards hurriedly carried Kyle away. They were going to take him to anger management class. But first to a rehabilitation home. The one hero league established. Hero-Z Uplin. Yeah. Funny name. Kevin stood straight and rolled his eyes. 'Kids of these days are dumb, honestly. When I was their age I remember--'

She requested answered by a brief silence. Considering it she nodded as she came up with an instant plan and said further. “Okay...okay before that...lemme tell you a story. It isn't too long but...its something very interesting and cute. So...don't say anything just listen to it carefully.” “Once there was a small kid, all alone in a small village. He had no parents with him. How they died no one knew except for the boy. He had no one whom he could hug at night he was scared of thundering and lightening. He had no one who could buy him some delicious bread. He used to cry at his fate alone each night. Then one day...an angel came into his life.”

Sean asked her. Luyando blinked away her tears. “Why do you ask that?” “Because you don’t look so happy.” He answered. “Why do you think I don’t look happy?” “Because you are sad.” The four year old answered. “Mummy said you are sick. She said you need love only. What did she mean?” Luyando’s fight against her tears intensified. “Your mother, she said that?” “Um,” the boy nodded. “Grandma, granddad, mummy too, they always hug me and tell me they love me. Do you want me to give you a hug Auntie Yando?”