The Pretty Book Novels & Stories

I smile at her. “Go, open it.” She insists happily. “I thought about you when I saw it so I instantly bought it right away.” I started opening the paper bag and saw a notebook that seemed like a journey or something and a cute hand-knitted slipper inside. “That is a Mamentos Before Child Pregnancy Journal so you could write down everything you want to.” “Oh Gwyneth that’s so sweet of you. Thank you.” I said as I examined the journal before throwing myself to her. “This means so much to me. Thank you.

Then, with a gesture, he signaled Tom, who came forward with something that looked like a book. Diana furrowed her brow in curiosity. "What is this?" "Open it and see," John said. Diana nodded and flipped open the "book" in her hands. As she opened it, the hard paper unfolded into a pop-up 3D structure. Upon closer inspection, the book displayed a castle with an intricate sky garden. In front of the castle was a deep blue lake with a semicircular bridge arching across it. The details were exquisite, capturing the beauty of a fairytale scene.

Even with all the makeup she placed on, she didn’t look beautiful. She looked like a doll for sale at a discounted price. She wore a sparkling tiara that had a lot of pink gems. There was a man beside her, holding a book in front of her. The book had pictures of lovely gowns inside. She held a pink fan she waved around once in five seconds. What she wore and what was around her was astonishing but she—the girl—was nothing near pretty. “What do we have here? The little peasants finally came back to town,” she said giggling evilly.

I didn't expect so many people to support this woman. Damn it! Wo Jun's eyes crossed a trace of gloom. 'Miss He is my book powder?' Cassie raised the pen in her hand with a smile: 'If it is, let me sign it for you now.' Good for evil, suddenly let HeJun completely speechless. She didn't stay or leave, and she still had a new book by Cassie in her hand. The name of the new book is 'Looking at the Beauty with Tea', which is really beyond words.

I pick it up and begin thumbing through it. "Hey, babe, what do you think of this?" I show the front to Tiffany as she rounds the corner. "What is it?" "It's called Peanut's Wish." I flip through some of the pages. "It looks it's about a baby who can't wait to be born, or… I don't know. It sounds weird when I say that. It looks cute though."

She’s a sweaty mess when another orgasm makes her whimper Daddy’s name. I stand and tug my sweatpants down and pull my shirt over my head. I’ve never seen something so beautiful. Her chest rises and falls erratically, her lips part as she tries to catch her breath. I take a hold of each thigh and lean down to whisper in her ear. “Now, you’re ready for me.” “It’s so big and hard, Daddy.” “Don’t worry, I have a feeling it’ll slide right in. This pussy was made for my cock, baby girl.”

But she… didn’t flinch. Lena walked over to a little table display and picked up a thin, cloth-bound book. She walked over to him, holding it out like an offering. *The Quiet Between Lightning Strikes.* A poetry book. The cover was old and nubbly, the title scribbled in fine silver ink. Julian stared at it like it was an alien thing. "What's this?" "A book," she said, smiling. "I told you. I don't—"

she said, her slender fingers brushing against her curly brown hair. Eden's piercing blue eyes, with their golden centers, gleamed with mischief as he asked, "Really, you think ladybugs are cute?" His chiseled features seemed to hint at a subtle smile, but his expression remained neutral. Pearl's face lit up with a nod, her delicate features radiating enthusiasm. "Yeah, ain't they?"

“Since you’re back, are you going to pick the next book?” I blinked. “Me?” “Of course,” she said, smiling. “You’ve been gone. You deserve the honor.” Everyone nodded expectantly. I looked down at the stack of books on the table, my fingers brushing across their covers. My hand paused on a novel about love, identity and societal expectations. This book will give them a glimpse of what I passed through during my absence. I smiled softly. “How about this one?” Brent groaned. “Oh no, not another depressing tragedy. Can’t we read something with a hopeful romance?”

The frustration in his words had been evident, even though he’d tried super hard to mask it. I stared now at Keren, who was ahead of me, trying to pick out a book from her shelf. I closed the distance between us and watched her pick one out with a pink and white cover, which, well… matched the color and atmosphere of the room. “Should I read it to you?” She nodded, lying on her back on the bed. I covered her gently with the duvet and took a seat on a rounded, embroidered ottoman. The title of the book was The Princess Baby. I smiled at the eyes wide open honey pie in front of me and began reading, as slowly as I could.