Story Time Book Novels & Stories

Madison After dinner, I supervised bath time while Hazel cleaned up the kitchen. Ethan splashed enthusiastically, creating tidal waves that soaked my sweater. "Mommy, can we read three stories tonight?" "One story," I countered, wrapping him in a towel. "It's a school night." "Two stories?" "One and a half." "What's half a story?" "You'll find out." I got him into pajamas and tucked him into bed, selecting his current favorite book about a dragon who was afraid of his own fire.

I wandered through the aisles, running my fingers along the spines, feeling a sense of belonging I hadn't felt in a long time. I spent the whole day there, completely lost among the books, reading story after story until I lost track of time. One book caught my attention "The Adventures of Sir Flufftail" a ridiculous but absolutely hilarious story about a brave and very dramatic rabbit knight who went on quests to save stolen carrot cakes from mischievous squirrels.

I stared at him before laughing so hard that tears started to roll down my face. "What's so funny?" "You." "I'm funny?" "Yeah. Remember when you said that I was different?" He nodded. "I am." I walked to the kitchen and opened a cupboard. I retrieved a large book and walked back to him. "If you read through this and you're okay with it,no problem. You can be my friend."I gave him the book. "Guidelines to being Tess Harvey's friend," he read the title aloud. "Are you kidding me?" "No, you can drop it if you want."

Part 1 Alot of people have different life tale, I have read many and never thought I will one day tell mine here for others to read. I have held back for so long and Just felt is time to let my pain out. I will start right from when it all began. I came from a loving home, my parents were awesome when it comes to caring for us. I'm the first child and have younger siblings. A sister Lucia and two brothers. My parents were young and love each other before getting married.

Due to this, there was a novel that was a hit on w******l, titled 'SEX ADDICTED BOYFRIEND' It was a romance novel, where the male lead was only about having sex with his girlfriend, which the girl didn't mind of course. Seeing how their relationship was moving, without him making any attempt to ask her to marry him, the female lead started getting worried. He was very handsome and a lot of girls want to snatch him from her, but luckily, he was really in love with her. The issue was, sex. He just couldn't do without it for a week. A part of her was scared for getting dump after they've had so much sex, so she was trying to hint him into proposing to her.

ago and had come to peace with her children . I looked at the seat at the long table as I watched each guest fill a spot on the table as we took our meal and thought back and revisited the memories of yesterday . I'm glad for everything that took place in my life I'm glad for every person I met and for every one I lost . I guess God really planned my future well. Although at the start of it all I experienced bitter moments the rainbow finally came after the storm. I took a spoon and clicked it on the wine glass I had in my hand to gain their attention . I have something to say I said . Well the thing is there is a bun in the oven . Henry and I are expecting our first child . I heard the cho

Sky POV I wasn’t an early fairy. Never. My time was midnight, not evening nor dusk. Nonetheless, I was awakened by a loud banging at my door, while it was still light outside. Gods, just let me sleep! “I hate you whoever you are!!” I yelled covering my ears with pillows. “L-Lord Langbroek requested your p-presence in the training room.” a nervous voice broke through the barrier over my ears. *Growl* Can’t he let me rest one night?

“Please? Pretty please?” I sighed and finally relented, although my fingers were already black from handling this seemingly ancient book. I flipped to the next page, where the story immediately began. There was no cover page, and no title to be seen anywhere. “Once upon a time,” I read, deciding that it wasn’t worth arguing about and that I could make something up if the story got strange, “there was an old man who lived all by himself.” A strange premise for a kids’ book, I thought to myself, but kept reading.

I stretch out my arm, I check the book inside the bag with my touch, I complete the mission and with the book in my hands I start reading. After half an hour I got hungry so I took out my lunch that I didn't digest due to being stupid and poisonous, the window got soaked thanks to the drizzle, I smiled hearing the relaxing sound of the drops falling and imagining idiot number one being happy for the rain. For two hours I spent page after page, I loved it, the romantic story of Jack the doll with a clock heart is fascinating. His friends and advisors are so wise. I love it. I was halfway through the book; which is super short and very understandable; When my cell phone calls me, I pick up wit

"Bed time story!!" shouted Hans while holding a picture book that has a green dragon and a white bird on the cover. The title said: The Scale and The Feather. "Yes! Bedtime story!" shouted Ina. "Bedtime stowreeey~!!" the others sang excitedly. The Matron chuckled and took the book from Hans' hands. "Ventusien tonight? You must be loving this story so much, don't you Hans?" The Matron kindly said.