English Novel Reading Novels & Stories

Even reading English from 1700’s was very different. “It’s fairly short.” Snorting, I grabbed the book and glared at it. “Yeah, but…it’s…” “A classic?” “Hard. The Sorrows of Young Werther isn’t just some YA love novel.” Mr. Penn raised an eyebrow at me. “Then you can’t do it?” Cursing under my breath, I slammed it down. “Fine. End of October I need to be able to read…how many pages?” “Until I say stop and start wherever I say, so you don’t just memorize it.”

Thank you so much for reading this novel to the end. This is my first completed English novel, and I am very happy to put it on GoodNovel and received such a positive response. Sorry if there are some cultures, city names, and also the use of inappropriate words because the original novel is actually from Bahasa Indonesia. If there are criticisms and suggestions, I really appreciate them because they are good for improving my writing in the future. So, feel free to leave your comments, reviews, criticisms. I would be very grateful for that.

I could feel an intense gaze on me but i didn’t dare to look at the direction it’s coming from. I opened my book and started working, but that feeling didn’t go away, i was definitely being watched. Mr Isaac’s voice echoed in the classroom. “Winston Smith is the protagonist of which George Orwell novel?” I raised my hand. “Yes Miss Jenkins” “1984” “Very, very good Miss Jenkins, that is correct can you tell me what genre of book does Danielle Steel primarily write?” “Romance” “Excellent! What do George Eliot, George Sand and Acton Bell all have in common?”

Sumico took a look at her best friend’s romance novels one by one. “Hanny’s got the newest edition of this novel. Later on, I’ll borrow this from her. I’ve been trying to search for it and it hasn’t been published in Indonesian, though. But this one… Hanny’s got the English edition. I’ll definitely borrow this English edition from her when she’s come back later,” muttered Sumico excitedly.

Originally, she didn't think it was a big deal, but she felt a little embarrassed after hearing what he said, so she explained, "Well... I knew it from a novel. Ha-ha..." "Alright." James nodded, and then asked with a curious face, "What novel did you read? Let's read it together and make some progress." Elizabeth was suddenly choked by her saliva. After coughing a few times, she said, "I can't remember it." In fact, that was just her excuse. Besides, although she had never seen it, she had heard about it. Many people would joke like this... James repressed his smile, "Oh. Then show me when you remember it, okay?"

She then opened her online novel app and checked the notification for the latest episode update of the ongoing novel she was following. Suddenly, Emily burst into laughter as she began to read the romantic comedy novel. Line by line, paragraph by paragraph, her beautiful eyes followed along. Reading romantic comedy novels was always a mood booster for Emily. Besides enjoying the fantasy, Emily also gleaned moral lessons from them. For her, reading was not just about entertainment but also about capturing the positive side, which was the main goal of every writer.

Opening my phone, I type out the perfect text. -Hey! How are you?- Faith. I’m a literary genius, clearly. I groan, disappointed with my conversation starting skills as I wait for a text message to come through. Three very long and disappointing minutes pass and I decide reading makes time move much faster than staring at the device I’m basically begging to ding. I pick up my romance novel and immediately I’m sucked in. A dashing prince is racing against time to grab the magic tears of the moon so he can turn his beloved into her human form so they can finally be together.

He clicked on his most recent Word document, updated the day before, and scrolled to the top page before motioning for Emmie to come closer. She did, inching toward him and making sure the flowy summer dress she was wearing didn’t roll up too much. As her eyes focused on the screen, Ramsay carefully lay there, waiting for her reaction. They widened the moment she saw a catchy title with the words ‘a novel by R. Jones’. “No way,” Emmie exhaled, scrolling to the foreword and reading the few words that started it, already knowing this book was something most people would need a dictionary for (if their parents didn’t work as journalists). “You write!”

Elle sat at her table and stared at the laptop, “A romance novel, eh?” She heaved a sigh shaking her head, “What the point it was all cliche, he ate my ears complaining how bad it was.” She pouted sulkily. She opened the laptop regardless and placed her fingers on the keyboard, she closed her eyes and took a deep sigh, “Fine, let’s give it a go,” She nodded determinedly. With the start of the novel, her fingers moved in a flow, the words went in a flow, she spent her day and night in front of the laptop, 3 weeks later, her book was done, she wiped her tears as she stared at her completed manuscript.

It looked almost ordinary, which somehow made it more unsettling. Jane leaned closer immediately, curiosity winning over caution like it always did with her. She released my hand and carefully lifted the book off my chest, settling it between her palms like it might bite if mishandled. “It is English,” she said after a quick scan. Then her brows pulled together. “But… this is strange.” Sammy shifted beside the bed, impatience tightening his shoulders. “Does it even matter who wrote it. Just read the bloody content.” Jane shot him a look but did not argue. She cleared her throat and started reading from the beginning, her voice steady, analytical, stripping emotion away as if that would make