English Book Story Novels & Stories

I would be lying if I said I wasn’t actually growing worried by her behavior. “Nope,” she looked at me with a small smile to try to distract me from what was going on before eventually changing the topic entirely. “So, about breakfast, I’m thinking of a full English breakfast. You know, toast, bacon, eggs, and coffee. Are you up for that?” I didn’t want to push the topic of her acting weird any further, especially as she had changed the topic already, so I just gave in to what she wanted.

Every time she went to this store, Dinda always looked so excited to choose books with animal stories or fantasy stories. In the store, Dinda started walking from shelf to shelf, looking for a book that caught her attention. Sebastian followed her, occasionally helping her reach the books neatly arranged on the high shelves. Finally, Dinda found a picture book of a little elephant going on an adventure to find a friend. Her eyes shone as she showed the book to Sebastian. “Daddy, I want this book! Look, there’s a cute little elephant!” she exclaimed, smiling broadly. Sebastian stroked Dinda’s head gently. “Of course, honey. Daddy bought it for you. You’ll definitely like the story about this

And this February 2023, I decided to make an English version due to several requests from global readers both on I*******m DM's and in the comments session. Let me give you things to know. So, when you read this book, you won't feel bored just because it's quite different from other pure English books. As i am a writer from Indonesia, the background of this story to be sure also setted in Indonesia. More precisely, the in capital city of this country, Jakarta. Honestly, I wanted make this English version's on foreign setting (like my other friends) so that global readers could feel familiar with every things. But after I reconsidered, it seems that it will affect the essence of this book its

She pointed with her finger and ran it down these books looking for a particular cover. “I have been saving this story for the right moment.” She directed her son to sit in the chair and when he sat down, she gave him the book. It looked ordinary to him, but it was obviously special to her. “This is the story of a young man who found a friend while on a journey. It is called ‘The Tale of Meru’.” He looked surprised because he was half expecting another history lesson. “Are you sure you have the right book?” “Yes, Yvayn, I am. I am not as boring as you would like to think I am.”

So it wouldn't take long for the police to locate us and try to finish that mission as soon as possible. The little boy opened a small shabby and old book, in which the green cover was already totally covered with dust and some leaves exhibited a yellowish tone. I had the impression that I was seeing my old books from the time I went to church, where Bible stories mixed to explain the existence of God. I became even more believed that that situation was the same, because he opened the story on a page where a snake stuck in an apple tree tree appeared.

And that is a story that will last forever. END OF BOOK

She poured herself another glass of cheap red, already on her third, and dropped onto the couch in her pencil skirt and blouse, buttons half undone. The city lights through the rain-streaked windows. Her laptop was still open on the coffee table, case files glowing like accusatory little rectangles. She should sleep. Instead she reached for the dusty old book she’d bought on a drunken whim two years ago at that weird occult shop downtown. *Daemonologie for the Modern Woman.* Stupid. But tonight it felt like the right kind of stupid. She flipped it open, scanned a page at random, and slurred the words under her breath. Latin? Probably, didn’t matter.

"There's more, too. Apparently, the best friend's family is broke, and the harpist paid for all four years of her college tuition. Talk about nursing a viper." International viewers were just as shocked. Even my new friend, Alice Whitfield, was so upset she stress-ate three plates of buffalo wings. "Ivy, your life has been a disaster. "But don't worry. I would never betray you. Not only would I never betray you, but I'm going to set you up with my brother." I shook my head. "I can't. I promised my grandparents I'd move back home eventually." They raised me close, and settling down this far away would only worry them.

"The place where every unfinished story is abandoned." The room became still. The woman frowned. "A place can't move." "No," the First Reader replied quietly. "It isn't a place anymore." "It became... hungry." The bright point continued drifting across the map. Each line it consumed vanished forever. Adrian watched several glowing paths disappear. "What happens to those stories?" The White Book answered before anyone else could. Fresh words appeared across its pages. They are forgotten before they are ever imagined. A chill ran through the room. The boy slowly closed the nameless notebook.

] The calls and messages between Conrad and me had now turned into those between Horace and me. Though Horace was sick and didn't talk much. He didn't reply to this message. Not long after, a popular drama suddenly appeared online. A nobleman was saved by an orphaned girl and secretly vowed to marry her. But the orphan girl was from a poor family, and the nobleman came from a prestigious family, so the marriage was forbidden. Of course, in the end, they broke through societal norms and lived happily ever after. At the conclusion of the show, the nobleman spoke passionately, "What does it matter if you're a commoner? Why can't a commoner be the head of the family? A gentleman always repays ki