First Novel In English Novels & Stories

The First One sat on the beach and stared at the violent waves of the ocean as he deliberated. The killings had stopped but not for long. Officer Muhammad and Maryam must die in order to protect his real identity. The trip to Lagos had been taken for the main purpose of relaxing and approaching matters from a psychological point because where violence fails, logic is born. It had not been easy approaching the men running things at work and asking for some few days off but the greatest weapon in The First One arsenal was the power of persuasion.

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Elian said. "She already is," Dante said. "The second translation is bigger," Elian said. "She told me. A Brazilian writer, a full novel, a publisher in London who found the first book and came to her directly." He paused. "She didn't come to them. They came to her." "Yes," Dante said. "Because the first book is that good." Elian looked at the book on the table. "She found us through the novel," he said. "Yes," Dante said.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 3 hours late I stretch my arms over my head and groan. I started with English. I didn't realize how behind I am with my reading. I almost panicked when I saw this year's novel. It's 1984 by George Orwell, who thought this would be a good idea. On a normal day I would have enjoyed it but right now I'm on a deadline to complete three assignments based on the book.

CHAPTER 4(THE FIRST ONE)- TITTLE: Zander Mansion Soon, it's morning, and thanks to last night I had a rough sleep, and you know, when people say they woke on the wrong side of the bed, they are just trying to tell you they are mad. Well, I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, like literally, I woke up on the floor and not on my bed, and I would like to know why, but unfortunately, you just can’t see in your sleep.

First of all, thank you for giving this story a chance. I would like to grab your attention on few things. 1) English isn't my first language. 2) This is my first story. 3) This story is just my imagination and it do not have any connection with real world. 4) Its my original work and I don't allow or permit anyone to copy my work. 5) Their is nothing like separation, drama and serious fights between the protagonists. 6) This story contains romance, comedy and suspense, means a clićhe story.

I wore it and silently tiptoed out the room. I reached the reception, took a cab and went straight to our hotel. I got into our room and scanned my surroundings. The place was empty. I was the first one to arrive. I threw myself into the bed. Every inch of my body hurt like I was on hell. But it was worth it. Not that I would do it again. Maybe with him I might do it again. That man was a beast in bed. My thoughts were interrupted by my friends getting in.

Maybe he had never been treated like that before, but slowly, the calls stopped. The messages also went silent. At last, I could start adjusting to a new life. At first, it felt strange being in an unfamiliar place and a brand-new job all by myself. However, little by little, I realized I could actually find joy in it. Life began to feel meaningful and purposeful again. The part of me that had been suppressed for years was finally breaking free. Sometimes, though, my thoughts would drift back to the past, to those unforgettable moments that had carved themselves into my heart.

They lived like royalty while we suffered like slaves. I got to work, sweeping the floors. The task was exhausting, and the pain in my feet flared up again. I sighed, glancing at the massive bed. Without thinking, I threw myself onto it. The softness enveloped me, and for a fleeting moment, I felt a bit of peace. My long, curly black hair tumbled out of its bun, spreading across the bed like a dark halo. I probably looked ridiculous, but I didn’t care. It was the first comfort I’d felt in days.