Tinkerbell Book Novels & Stories

This book is a work of fiction. Names and characters are the product of the author’s imagination and any kind of resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely simultaneous. I love and appreciate your comments. I gladly like to hear what any of you might say. With that all out of the way, I hope you enjoy this book. ♥WELCOME TO THE BOOK♥ ♥TAMING THE DRAGON♥ ❤ELYSIAN POINT OF VIEW❤

"Listen, little one, I don't know how things are going in Berlin, but little girls like you should better hold back if they are not asked." Oh yes, at that moment all the spines rose up on me. "I may have just finished my training a few weeks ago, but I'm already one of the best Venators in our guild, so don't you dare to call me a mouse again." His snort was supposed to make it clear to me how much he doubted my statement. “Oh I know little girls often dream big, but now the men are talking. Women should be quiet until they are told to open their mouths. "

I just don’t know why my parents forbid me from using it but it appears to me that it will just cause me danger so I have no reasons in using so. “Happy Birthday Crystal!” A familiar voice coming from behind me really surprised me. The voice came from Kirk Robinson, my friend at Pyronia Island where we once lived. “Thanks for coming! Who are you with? I thought you’ll not be able to come but you did! You really are amazing.” Kirk gave me a slight hug before handing me his present. He is a Spirit wizard that’s why he knows how to create potions, he can also heal wounds.

At his large hands on the table and his eyes anywhere but my face. “Damien,” I said. “It’s just wood,” he said. It was not just wood. Tessa gave books. A carefully chosen stack, children’s stories with beautiful illustrations, the kind that were as much for the parents reading them as for the child hearing them. Tucked between two of them was a small card in her handwriting. For all the nights you read these until you have them memorized. I looked at her over the stack and she lifted her shoulders in that small honest way she had when she meant something more than she knew how to say out loud.

It's a book of classic fairytales. "The Twelve Dancing Princesses," I raise an eyebrow. "Really, Tilly? I didn't know you liked fairytales." She doesn't move, but in my imagination, she smiles a small, secret little smile, the edge of her lips tilting just a little bit. "Okay, if you insist," I smile back, starting at the top of the page. "Once there was a king who had 12 beautiful daughters..." Did her finger just twitch? "Tilly...?"

I heard a whine from beside me. “Are you ok my precious jewel?” I ask. “Yeah, just forgot I can’t move that way or that fast. This is annoying.” She grumps. Tanin places a smaller box on her lap. I glance at him as he smiles at Sapphire. The scream that she releases makes me cringe. I look at the box she has opened, and damn, those cupcakes and cookies look delicious. Well, almost delicious as my precious jewel. She is still the sweetest thing I have eaten.

the lost boy stopped when he realized he was getting carried off. "Do you want to see the Pixies instead?" Smoothly changing the subject, he plastered a grin. "Will Tinker Bell be—" "When Peter returned to take Jane, Tinker Bell was nowhere. His fairy died the year after Wendy and her brothers went home and Peter forgot about her." He stopped to look at the frozen girl. "Just so you know."

Gazing back towards the book, it felt as if something was pushing me towards it. I got up and walked towards the book. Placing it on my lap I noticed that the cover was filled with complicated detailing. The material felt rough, it felt old but well-taken care of. The colors were a mixture of ash grey, gold, and specks of white, the title was written in crimson red. Taking a bite from my food, I opened the first page of the book. ---------- [Chapter Quote: "Her soul belongs to words and books. Every time she reads, she is home ."]

She dressed me once again in a diaper making me frown, I don’t need one, but the bathroom was out of order, I pouted when she had me dressed in a new clean skirt and dry high socks. “I have to go back in” I tell her, I can’t leave before the shipment is fully sorted. “How far do you have left?” she asks. “Uhh…an hour but I have to finish sorting the new books” I tell her looking down at my lap. “Come on baby I can help you” she says, holding my hand and walking back inside the store, she did as she said and helped sort the rest of the books.

“This is my favorite book.” Esther sat on the small chair and read Tinkerbell’s favorite book with her. The book was about a brave girl catching a star after going through many challenges. Rather than Esther reading with Tinkerbell, it was more like Tinkerbell was keeping Esther company while she read. Tinkerbell talked about the book seriously, and her bright eyes looked like the whole universe was in them. Esther was comforted by the fact that Tinkerbell had grown up so well and behaved despite her not being around. However, her heart ached that the little girl had to be in pain from the illness at this young age.