English Story For Learners Novels & Stories

“Wow, that's a really cool dream, Honey. You have to study hard and save much if you want to make that happen." “Yes, Mama. I have made up my mind to fill my chicken piggy bank. Even though Uncle Ed said he would pay for my trip, I still needed money for snacks. Apart from that, I am also determined to speak many languages, like Mama! So, wherever I am, I have no trouble talking to people. But before that, I have to finish reading lessons with Uncle Ed.” Hunter's eyes widened at that explanation. "Mr. Hills teaches you to read?"

What is the meaning of those two words? To be, is the first verb you learn in an English course. A phrase contemplated by philosophers and drama writers. But for baby Bee, sleep drink and grown, was her to be. It was all she knows, it was all she could do. She never complained, asked questions or even thought any thought herself. But she was. Deeply, that as all she knew. Then her eyes grown, and she saw the sun for the first time.

Lily scoots closer and leans against my arm. “Tell me a story.” “What kind of story?” “Prince and Princess.” I pause for a moment to think. “Once upon a time, there was a prince who lived in the huge castle. He was strong and brave, but he was lonely.” Lily listens, her eyes wide and attentive. “One day, he found a Princes in the rain. She was lost and scared, and he brought her home. They fell in love and then—” Lily interrupt “That’s like you and that Scary Eyebrow Man?”

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************

Why does she feel like a stranger when she stares at the busy street of Athens, she wants to be like one of them and without learning their language, she will never be one of them. Lucky her, Hussain did try to teach her but damn, the language was not as easy as she thought it will be. She could only get the basic things like please and thank you. "What are you thinking about my love?" Hussain asked kissing the crock of her neck. That was her weak point and he knew it but he decided to be using it against her.

The day was Thursday and the English teacher had woken up from bed with a frenzy that could only be matched by his ridiculous statement. "So, someone gave me a challenge to write a short story of about two hundred words an hour ago without using the twentieth letter of the English alphabet which is the letter 'T'. In about fifteen minutes, I was able to come up with something beautiful that stunned her. Can any of you do that?" The English teacher had asked, expecting to get a reply that would prove his point that he was right and he did. No one answered. "You!" The English teacher had yelled while pointing at Ifenna. "Come out of your dark hole and show the class that the person who made th

She buried her head into her hands and sobbed. “Mummy can you give auntie a hug?” Sean asked his mother. “She is very sad.” Natasha turned to look at Luyando’s desperate state. “Sean, why don’t you and I go out and take a look at the beautiful orchard behind the house?” Tulani took his son’s hand and led him out of the room. “What is an orchard dad?” Sean asked. “It is a garden of fruits son.” “Woooow. Are there apples there?” the four year old asked excitedly.

So that Deuta would keep aside the day’s lesson plan and tell them stories. And why wouldn’t it be? Tell me, who’d like to go through the rigors of learning how to speak, read, think and write in the language they were most afraid of, that too, at the fag-end of the day? English was the scariest subject in our school. My classmates didn’t come from affluent families, who could afford English-medium education and thereby get into the natural groove of speaking, reading, thinking and writing in English. They came from the families of roadside food vendors, sweepers, rickshaw-pullers, menial labourers and even beggars. Ours wasn’t an English-medium school. In fact, our school didn’t have any sp

She said and the couple laughed it off, claiming that they understand "Mom, can we leave please?" Max spoke up in his deep sexy voice that was laced with annoy Immediately they left, "Olivia, how could you greet elders like that?" her mother a What worries them was how they could tell that Max was pi "I didn't come here to be greeting people. Moreover, I did say 'hi' to them." She said nonchala .. Immediately Max and his family settled down on their seat, "she's so beautiful." Emily sai "But was deprived of a brain. Grow up well, dear." Max rep

I'm a bad liar. "Mom, I finished my apprenticeship now and you know I wanted to become an English teacher remember?" My heart is pounding loudly. "Yes, honey." "Before I can get a job as an English teacher I have to study English but there is another way too to become an English teacher... I could go to an English country for half a year and learn their language and culture so I have almost the same experiences as English students from the university."