Hardest Book To Read In The English Language Novels & Stories

Author Note: Dear Readers, Since English is not my first language, there will be tons of grammatical mistakes. Please continue reading this book only if you don't have any issue with that. Rest I could guarantee you that you won't get bored with the storyline. The following are my books which are completed until now if interested do give a look over them. Her Unloved Mate Her Chosen Mate Purchased By The Mafia Can't Help Falling in Love My Bride is Not a Human Chosen By An Alpha

Within moments, the files popped up on our screen. "Got ‘em." "According to Taryk and Atlas, The Lost Ones is one of the earliest books ever discovered. There's no single language that runs from beginning to end. Everything from runes to Old English with enough variety to need an entire university's linguistics department to decipher. If you look at the first of the three bestiary pictures, you'll see why they sent it," Saint said. I hit the button that would bring up the pictures. The details were stunning, so intricate and rich.

The sound makes her blush and I shoot her a wink. “Man, you’re distracting,” she huffs and looks down at the open book in front of her again. I continue to watch her, but then she pauses, frowning slightly, and I wonder what’s confusing her. “You know, generations of Alphas have read those texts. Many can’t make heads or tails of them,” I explain, remembering how those books used to annoy the shit out of me. Faded Cyrillic and English texts are never a good thing to hand to an eighteen-year-old.

I said and Edith’s frown deepened. “You can’t read it? The words aren’t coming to you naturally? Like you were born knowing this language?” “I told you I can try learning it, but I can’t read it. What is this language, anyway?” I asked, trying to look at the book as casually as I would at any other book.

The library reminded her of her time back then in school before she left because of the struggles she was facing then. She passed through shelves, thinking of which book she could pick first and she was now really having a headache with how huge and plenty the books were. She wasn't going to sit and read through the books in the library all day, right? She dragged out a book but pushed it back in when she saw one that looked really huger than the rest. She didn't know if it was the different, larger size that made her choose it or it was because of the fact that it was not written in English like the others, it was written in latin.

“Indeed, the book is older than your grandmother and I, but it was her favorite… and your mother too. They loved the story a lot.” “Oh?” hearing that, it piqued her interest and she slowly started to flip the pages, wanting to know what was written on it, still she couldn’t. It was in a foreign language, but it did have a little English here and there. “What language is this, grandpa?” “It was called broken English. It was coiled from a mixture of three languages. Written by a lady whose wedding day was turned into a bloodbath.” “Wow, that must be very interesting.”

It was damn difficult to speak to a convent-school girl! “Maane…aai meen…dees eez ay…letter. Pleez read it” I somehow managed to say. I am not exaggerating, not trying to build up things. I can still hear the echo of the sounds my ramshackle spoken English had created. Words were slyly hovering over my head, but seemed difficult to catch hold of, to form sentences. To top it all, there was this embarrassing realization of having mispronounced every word I’d spoken. I couldn’t help it.

But the books she was talking about were those thin and small ones that fit in a man’s pocket. “Great! I’ll give you a copy of my book..I hope you like it..” She handed it to Anita. “Whoa!.. You wrote this?! This is thick!! So many words… Would I be able to finish it? Oh..goodness.. It’s all in English, isn’t it? Would I be able to understand it?” Anita was ecstatic to have such a book. The smell of the brand new book gave her excitement. But she was also intimidated by it.

You can say I'm very intelligent because I don't leave any book unread including novels. That's one of the reasons I'm fluent in the most popular languages in the world. Including the African languages. Being a con artist, reading is what makes me the best. I checked the name on the novel, it was; ”Don't Seduce The Demi—god” The name was catchy so I opened it to read and truth be told I was captivated. Two hours later, I decided to drop the novel and check on my troublesome student. I was surprised when I met her sleeping like a pig on her bed. Her head bent over the bed, almost touching the floor, whilst the rest of her body was on the bed.

damn it, then she’d start craving redundancy again. Her oversized white T-shirt huddled at her waist as she braced the book on her upraised legs, opened to the middle of the tale, where the bookmark was still set, and paid attention again to the pages. For many seconds, the letters appeared to be written in a language she did not understand. It's like it was made a very very long time ago. Then, a blink later, they were written in English again. It was very strange, and surely, and hopefully—a she-just-needs-sleep mistake on her part.