Story Little Novels & Stories

While trying to finish up the third book, I felt him touching my bréàst. "Look who's hungry." I pinched his tiny nose and proceeded to feed him. He grabbed hold of my bréàst and sucked the milk like it was his last meal. I found it cute and I couldn't stop staring. I couldn't believe that one year ago, I tried to get rid of this little angel if not for Devin's advice. I hope the heavens have forgiven me for ever dreaming such. He was a bundle of joy and I didn't think I'd ever be happy if anything was to happen to him.

Likewise the Ice Fairy Queen whose attention was completely on Ron. Prince Ludiciel kept winking, a subtle sign to Elliot to tell him it was a trap but Elliot was focused on Ron. Prince Ron’s eyes flew open as he coughed slightly. “S-Story? I…uh, well…” He paused, pretending as if he couldn't really remember the story but then one came to his mind and he grinned. “Aha! I told her the romantic story of the time a simple brave Prince saved a young handsome man from a group of bandits. I call the story ‘Love at First Sight’. Wanna hear it?”

With a gentle smile, Mitchell began reading a tale of enchantment and adventure from one of her favorite story books. "Once upon a time, in the enchanting land of a Faraway kingdom, there lived a curious little fairy named Sophia. With sparkling wings that shined like the stars in the night sky, Sophia had a special gift; she could make flowers bloom with a mere touch and bring joy to all living creatures.

'I can't let my guard down against that man just because of the chicken leg! Tail looked away decisively, swallowed saliva, and looked at Joanne. "Mama, I would like to listen to a story!" Joanne also would like to distract Tail's attention, so Joanne told the story of The Little Prince. "Long ago, a pilot made a forced landing in the uninhabited Sahara after his plane developed a fault. At that time, a charming and mysterious little boy showed up..."

Title: "Beyond the Woods: A Tale of Unexpected Love" Word count: 2,098 Once upon a time, in a world where fairy tales mingled with reality, there lived a young woman named Little Headhood. She was known for her vibrant red cloak, which she wore as she ventured through the enchanted woods, delivering treats to her grandmother.

"There's this story I heard when I was young. I don't remember much but I think that you'll like it." "Let's hear it," I said. "It's a story that's been past down since ancient times. Are you really ready to bear it's weight?" "We are more than ready," Lora said and Ana shrugged, as if washing her hands off whatever consequences that would come afterwards. "Once upon a time, there was a girl named Little Red Riding Hood. One day, she stumbled into the forest and got lost. She began to look for shelter and soon found a house and got in. She then found three bowls of porridge on the table. The first bowl of porridge was too hot-"

The End" She said as she smiled at her son whom still looked at her, expecting her to continue with the story. "But Mama this story does not really interest me this night. I have heard alot of stories about Santa. Please tell me something different?" "Fine! I will. But promise me that after this it will be over?" "If I like it Mama" he responded. " Ok then, I will call this story THE LITTLEST ELF"

Or she might not even have a lover at all, she might just be all alone in her boring room reading an extremely cliché novel where the popular kid in school gets the nerd and the prince gets the palace maid, or where as the commoner who everyone hates, then the king of a kingdom caught sight of her one day and bam, they'd be in love and get married then live happily ever after. Cliché bunch of rubbish. I know about those kinds of books because my mum had been really crazy about them when she was still alive. She would carry around a different book daily, she could be reading in the kitchen while leaning against the counter and trying to prepare a pile of toast. Sometimes some of the toasts mi

I loved working here. We started, by playing games and then watching a movie followed by our lunch break. The last one was the storytelling. I was telling them a story about the little red riding hood, where the wolf falls in love with a girl and ends up dying. Although the ending was not for children, I had to do something about it.

“How about a new story little one? A story with no pitchforks and nobody dying seems better for a walk in the woods, don’t you think? We wouldn’t want you to have nightmares tonight.” “Oh Gran, I’m five and a half now. I can read and everything! I don’t have nightmares anymore. Especially not from stories. They’re just make-believe!” “Some stories are real little one. Today I’ll tell you a true story, about a shy young princess who gathered up all her courage and jumped in the river to float away and hide from a whole pack of werewolves!” “A whole pack of them?” “That’s right.” “Did she know how to swim?”