Easy Reader Classics Novels & Stories

Oh how I loved the sweet impossible imagination of having a lover. I picked it up, and headed for class. Mr Richard’s class was one of my favorites. Aside from the fact that I loved his style of teaching, I loved staring at his amazing physique. I sometimes catch myself dreaming of my petite self wrapped up in his arms. Who wouldn’t? His broad shoulders,his rock hard chest I could tell even without touching,his chiseled beard and earth swirling scent I wish I had. Everything about him reminded me of my favorite male lead character from my all time Romance book “ Make Me Yours Tonight”

Ace Carter, a boy adorned with two brown eyes that turn to moon crescents whenever he pulls his lips back to smile. Two adorable puffy cupcakes make his cheeks which gains him a lot of compliments from those around him. He's in the same class as you and happens to also be that seatmate who likes bothering you so much. The teachers here adore him and practically kiss the ground he steps on. Maybe it’s because his relatives support this school when it comes to the school's financing. He’s just a few months older than you but oftentimes acts like a little kid. When it comes to mentality, you’re confident to say that you’re more mature in that department.

he said softly, leaning towards Sammy. - Why? She raised her eyes. – Like, is it not very fashionable to be interested in classical literature? Doyle shrugged. "It's not fashionable to be stupid," he said. - And in the classics you can learn a lot of useful things. Unless, of course, you know where to look. "I didn't know you were a reader," Sammy giggled. “Okay, then how did you figure out Jane Eyre?” - Frog, it's so simple. Travis's blue eyes sparkled. - You look like a heroine.

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If he can see every move I make, how will I ever make a move against him? During my rampage of a small bookshelf on the wall next to the bed, I find classic books such as, The Catcher in the Rye, Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, and so on. Spotting amongst the classics a leather bound book with no title or author. I slowly open it and inside handwritten pages are revealed. May 12th 1998

I smiled, “Of course. Help yourself.” She looked at the large selection and asked, “I would love to read, Little Women. Is that okay?” I smiled, “Of course. That one is a classic in the human world. It is really good.” She sat in the corner of the sectional and stretched out on the short end while I sat at my desk and started entering receipts. When Isaac came back with a cardboard carton of food, he had another filled with a variety of cakes and cookies, “They aren’t as good as my mate’s homemade treats, but they are delicious.”

"No, I'd read it, but it's like, Ms. Reeds said our other books were too short, so I'd be showing her, 'You want a long book? Okay, here's a long book.' How long was Lucy's book last time?" "I don't know. Three hundred something." "Well, I'll find a book with three hundred pages. Or four hundred. I'll be showing Ms. Reeds and Lucy, too. Lucy won't be able to stand it that I read a longer book than she did." Jane was standing next to the classic section. "Here's one. Charles Dickens. A Tale of Two Cities. Four hundred twenty-two pages." Emily put the dog and the horse books back on the shelf. Jane wondered if Emily would tell her that she couldn't be vice president of Loser Club if she read a

She unpacked her tote bag, setting out a small tin of cookies, a travel mug of tea, and a worn copy of Anne of Green Gables. “Read it to my class every fall,” she said to no one in particular. “Even the boys liked it, though they pretended not to.” When no one responded, she simply opened the book and began to read aloud. Her voice was smooth and soft, like old velvet. Carter crept closer. Meredith didn’t look up, but she stopped scrolling. Later that evening, Richard returned home to the smell of apple slices baking in cinnamon and sugar. He paused in the foyer, confused.