There Was An Old Lady Who Swallowed A Clover Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

A living room with clean shelves, books, a rugs, a wooden center table, with flowers on it, and tidy marble floors, with the walls bathed in a light cream color. There was a big fire, the flames of which were licking the bottom of a large, black pot, and I could smell beef broth boiling. Potatoes were also peeling themselves, and the green light on the ceiling was flickering on, and off. “Do we… Do we just walk in?” Ralph asked, turning to me, and I almost laughed. “You're asking me now?” I returned, in a whisper, and then, an old lady appeared at the door. Our eyes widened because she wasn't the kind of old lady we expected. Yes, she was old, but we expected someone much older.

Suddenly they stopped. “Huh? What’s the matter?” She looked up at him. “Sir, Ma’am.. Look up.” The old lady said. Heather slowly raised her head. Her pupils shrank. Mistletoe! Her breath hitched in her throat. It was as if her neck became stiff, she couldn’t move it. “You may pass–but you have to kiss..” The old lady said. “Well–that’s what she said.” His lips curved up in a bright smile.

Ameliah asked with a curious expression… “I know you more than you know yourself my child” The old woman said with a smile. Ameliah stood there confused by what the woman was saying. “Which book do you want my child?” The woman asked. Ameliah came back to her senses and looked at the stack of books. She went through it and finally picked a book. “I’ll take this one”Ameliah said as she showed the book to the old woman. The old woman smiled as if she knew already what Ameliah would choose. Ameliah paid the old woman and looked at the book cover, it looked old.

Growling I sit up then hold the book "What's your problem, I know you're not fake so why are you hiding " " am not" The moment the book spoke I quickly let it go but it didn't fall off my hand, it remained in the air. " you..... just.... speak" stammer I crawl backward on the bed "How is a book speaking" " what do you expect lady, you have been making so much noise am forced to wake up "Two eyes open, a mouth shape forms then a nose, the book blinks then exhales loudly " It feels great to be awake again, I thought they are no more innocent women for me to eat "

Ezli ask slyly "Of course, yes! I promise!" I holler exasperatedly, on sighting the old woman move even more predatorily to me. "Perfect. She's no harm." Ezli chuckles "Wait, what?!" The old woman bends to pick a book "You dropped this." Her croaky voice comes

I’m losing it, this is the height of it all. The old lady turned back and looked at me as if knowing what I had been thinking.” I know you think I'm crazy” the old lady shouted a little bit slowly “I'm the one who is crazy, for trying to follow a crazy old lady home” I said, gasping for air, as I felt a little unsettling at the bottom of my stomach. I became so overcome by the sudden nausea that I almost threw out my stomach content on the old woman's face. Just to the surprise of the drunk old lady “ I hope this is not what I'm thinking” the old lady said, trying to hide a mocking tune of laughter in her voice.

Logan exclaimed, surprised by the sudden appearance of the strange figure. "What a tender, young boy." The old lady's face twisted into a strange smile, and her voice sounded like it was from another era. Without warning, the old lady dropped the bread, took a small step, and in the blink of an eye, she was already in front of Logan. She reached out and pinched his neck tightly.

Swallowing down my nerves, I head to the front door and knock. I don’t know if I’m supposed to wait for her to come answer me, but I push the door open myself when I wait for a few seconds. It’s unlocked. Light filters into the living room from the open windows, and the flat TV screen is on but playing without sound. On the sofa, a woman who seems to be in her eighties is lying down holding up a book that covers her face. With everything I imagined, I didn’t think I would see Lily Anderson reading…a novel.

Gloria breathed as she tried to stand up but her body feel s heavy again and she slumo back into the coffin. The old lady quickly helped her up and sat her on the wooden bench. “Are you okay?" “Em I… I… I'm hungry" she shamelessly expressed. The old lady smiled mischievously, “I know that the king is hungry. Wait let me get you something" Gloria wanted to ask why she said ‘The King’ but she wasn't able to get her head straight and have time to ask questions as her stomach is growling loudly. Sooner, the old lady returned with a bowl of potatoes. Gloria muttered her thanks and eat the unpeeled potatoes hurriedly.

One Hundred Five The afternoon sun streamed through the window inside Florence’s room, casting a warm glow on the worn leather armchair where Florence sat. Her eyes, though clouded by the fog of Alzheimer’s, still held a spark of recognition when Chaos entered the room. “Hello, my love,” he greeted her, his voice soft and gentle, despite his weakened knees and how his doctors had been telling him to stop walking distances for long hours since it has been bad for his health. Florence smiled, a fragile, fleeting smile that touched Chaos deeply. “Hello, I do not remember you, but I think you were the old guy who kept reading me about stories.” she replied, her voice a mere whisper.