Easy Reads Novels & Stories

The night I decided to stop loving Bryan, I slept better than I had in years. For the first time, my whole body felt light. The next morning, I arrived at work refreshed, my efficiency at an all-time high. I had already processed several documents when I noticed a new message from Peggy. It was a photo of Bryan, shirtless, lying in her bed. I stared at it for a second before typing a sincere reply. [Nice. Wishing you two a happy marriage.] Peggy had been expecting a meltdown. Instead, she was the one who lost her composure first.

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⸻ At lunch— Ava sat across from her. Looked at her. Then smiled. Too knowingly. She frowned. “What?” Ava laughed. Then quietly asked— “How’s your first day?” She blinked. “What?” Ava smiled. “Missing somebody.” Her eyes widened. Immediately— “I’m not—” Ava looked unconvinced. She sighed. “…okay maybe.” Ava smiled. Then quietly said— “It gets easier.” Pause. Then— “Then harder.” She stared. Ava laughed. ⸻ That evening—

Get Ready to Lose, Oldie! • • • • • There are straight, zigzag, E, C, and other routes but nah, who cares about those when there is a pretty awesome route right where I'm staring at? Ten tenenenen! The zigzag route! Wouldn't it be more challenging and fun? And besides, I don't really have to worry because I chose automatic! All I have to do is sit and steer! "Get ready to lose, oldie!" I laughed at him naughtily.

- Annie Leo smiled as he read the note for the third time, not being able to control his chest feeling warm as he was seeing that Annie was opening up a little bit. It was progress, even if it wasn't a lot. "Hi," Annie looked up when Leo had sat down beside her in their English class they shared. Annie blinked, still not used to the fact that he really was trying to be friends with her. "Hi," she smiled softly, looking down at her desk. Leo smiled, finding it cute how she was still so shy around him. "I was actually wondering if you would proof-read my essay for me." "Really?" Her eyebrows furrowed together.

The school notebook only contains at least fifty sheets of paper. When Via had almost filled up the school's notebook, she discerned fear that she would run out of all the papers available to her. She began her practice on the 1/2 intermediate pad paper that was EasyWrite. The thin layer of EasyWrite paper makes it a bit transparent that the trace of writing on the front page would make the words on the back unreadable. The intermediate pad paper was a scratch for mathematical computations. Because they only have to submit the final answers in their school notebook in Mathematics and only contain at least eighty sheets of paper.

Too loud. She tried pressing her ears on the door but she could only hear muffled conversations. She couldn’t make out the words. Resigned, she went to eat what she could stomach. The coffee is not sweetened. The bread is kind of hard to swallow. Eventually, she dunked it in the coffee and allowed it to soften a bit before she put it in her mouth. What is she supposed to do now? Who are they after? Her dad? Her family? Or Christan?

Тургенев, Рудин. 1. Произведение печати (в старину — также рукопись) в виде сброшюрованных, переплетенных вместе листов с каким-л. текстом. Книга большого формата. Толстая книга. Раскрыть книгу. □ [Аночке] предложили посмотреть книгу с картинками. Федин, Первые радости. || Сочинение, произведение более или менее значительного объема, напечатанное отдельным изданием или предназначенное для него. Интересная книга. Написать книгу. □ Наталья должна была каждое утро читать исторические книги, путешествия и другие назидательные соч инения. Тургенев, Рудин.

Shine your eye, she be wolf in sheep clothing. "He's a learner oh, fashi all his big boy attitude. One minute man. He's like..." Ada hummed, picking up Janet's wooden ruler as the poor girl tried to hold in her laugh, geez, one minute man? "Ehen! Look, like elm four...no, even three inches sef. Can you imagine?" Ada scoffed, this made Janet burst out laughing, Ada always wanted to get very precise when describing things. That was the only part of essay writing she scored higher in than Janet.

Ava Clarke is twenty-one, bold, and fully aware of the rumors swirling around Professor Damon Wolfe-the Literature Department's most feared and desired professor. His classes are impossible to ace, and his gaze could undress you from across the room. Then she gets a C on an essay she knows deserved better. When she storms into his office demanding he explain himself, she expects a lecture. Not eyes that pin her in place like prey. "You want to be graded differently?" he asks. "Then earn it."