English Speaking Book Novels & Stories

Luckily, I'm very good at English. “How good are you now in English, Miss Annika?” I ask in English and she chuckles before replying. “A little be—better, miss Milana.” She replies and I laugh, picking up the book which I begin to flip through. “You're doing so well, Annika,” I tell her as she's quite fluent for her age. With time she would be perfect in English. I spend some time going through the book and I ask her to pronounce a few words for me from time to time.

Her hazel eyes, almost popping out in wonder, her lips gaped like O. “Disbelief.” came out impromptu, after a long, deep breath. I didn’t have to care for my English pronunciation anymore. Courage had killed the inhibitions with my spoken English, long ago. From struggling with my sha and cha sounds to being a Voice and Accent Trainer before being promoted as a Training Manager in an international Business Process Outsourcing (BPO) company, for me, it’s been a worthwhile journey so far in terms of spoken English. “Disbelief?” she repeated after me.

It suddenly felt so hard to go for an interview. I have never gone for one before. What if they ask me to speak other languages? Hmm…if they ask for that, I'd just speak English with a British accent. That was all I knew. I took my resume and went through it the third time. My talent was reading and my best book is 'Wrath of the Nation' by Adam Smith. It was my best book but I had no idea what was written in it. I didn't even have the book, neither have I seen it before.

whispered the boy, dropping a touch of insistent dictation covered by its tiny tone. “Where are we?” he inquired. “Wake up, Praxis.” “Wake up!” The boy repeatedly hissed, but Praxis could fully understand nothing. The boy started it from a simple whisper that grew louder and louder until he screamed from the top of his lungs. It reverberated all around, each and every part of the abyss, entered inside his ears that covering it would still persistently make its way in. The echoes entering his head made him felt a bit unsteady. For countless times, his body seemed to have weakened again. He sat on the ground, eyes wide open, get laid on the floor, and until the deafening echoes enveloped the c

"I'm not a noble, that's why." Rafi frowned. "There is no problem with your English. You sound natural." He answered me. I didn't say I didn't know how, I just wasn't comfortable. "I'm just not comfortable because I feel like I'm talking to someone in a high position," I answered him. Elijah, I know he's not very good at normal language, but whenever we talk, that's mostly what he uses. He only speaks English when his emotions are involved or it is more correct to say that he is getting emotional.

the man explained. His tone of voice... I didn't know why, but it put me on edge. "Well... It's an excellent book, but it can be a bit challenging in some parts for the kids to pronounce," I explained. "Morphologically speaking, it's around a Level A2 in English." He chuckled modestly, causing the hairs on my arms to stand on end in response. I couldn't deny that I quite liked his laugh.

Hi all, Thank you so much for your continued support for this book. I just wanted to pop on and leave a few notes. 1. This book is live and will be updated every day. If you want to read completed books head over to my profile and check out the Santos Lycan pack series where 2 books are ready and completed. 2. I am English so a few words will be spelt differently to American English. I do also try my best to keep English slang/English sayings out as much as possible but it only adds to the characters details 😁

It's not just perfect but it's perfect, perfect, perfect. Well, you get the gist. I'm not gonna repeat every word thrice, bless my fingers because the temperature is so low even the leather gloves I'm wearing right now don't really help. I'm freezing. Frosting. Urgh, again the struggle with the use of correct words. Have I told you how much I hate it here? One, I need to speak English ALL the time. I'm good with writing but I suck at communicating in this language. I miss my Jakarta so bad, where I can explain stuff at the office either with my broken English or just using the Indonesian language since everybody speaks it.