Interesting Novel In English の小説・ストーリー

Please if you are enjoying this story, like, comment, share, and don't forget to follow me up. You can as well give it a huge reward, Thank you. ********************************* They say I changed a lot, I say a lot changed me. ____________________________________________________ Irina's point of view: This will be the first time in my entire life that I won't have interest in the novel I am reading. I couldn't concentrate on it. I get distracted easily by my thoughts. I guess I have a lot going on in my head.

But all I earnestly sought for, was the day Isabella would calm down and return back to me. The burger in my hand was already growing cold, untouched by my lips, rendered lifeless by my lack of appetite. But my eyes remained fixated on Isabella's store, as if drawn to the source of my heartache like a moth to a flame. Just as I was about to toss the burger into the nearest trash can, something caught my attention from the corner of my eye. A figure, entering the store, approaching Isabella with a familiarity that sent a chill down my spine.

"I still remember how carefully you held that little fox in your hands. Your eyes were sparkling. You were so beautiful. You didn't realize I liked you back then. You didn't pick up on any of my hints." "I was going crazy, but I didn't dare tell you directly. I just comforted myself, thinking it would work out in time." As he spoke, a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. I studied him carefully. When he spoke, his eyes sparkled with affection, almost overflowing with love. But why was this happening? I didn't understand. How could he love me and still betray me? Just then, a strange scent wafted toward me—women's perfume with a hint of rosemary. It was the same scent I'd smelled on Nora b

Noah finally spoke again. “Are you tired?” The question was simple. I looked at him briefly before answering. “A little.” He nodded quietly. He didn’t say anything else after that. Jessica then started talking about the book she had just bought. She opened her shopping bag slightly and showed the cover. “This is actually a mystery novel.” Angel immediately leaned forward with interest. “A mystery with murder?” Jessica laughed. “Why does it have to be murder?” Angel grinned. “A mystery without murder feels less exciting.” Noah said casually,

The dorm room smelled like instant ramen, vanilla body spray, and the faint metallic tang of nervous sweat. Finals week had turned the entire floor into a pressure cooker, but room 412 was quieter than most. Lights off except for the two desk lamps and the blue glow from Lena’s laptop screen. Textbooks and highlighters littered the floor like casualties.

Why him? I stared at the growing web of connections, the patterns that didn’t make sense. My hand trembled as I pinned up one last word: WHO IS DIEGO? The lantern flickered, shadows crawling across the walls, as though the universe itself didn’t want me to know the answer. And deep inside, I felt my wolf stir—calm, but whispering something I couldn’t quite catch. Then—knock. I froze. Someone was at my bedroom door.

Avery realized that these people could live peacefully together when there were no benefits to be had. She came across an online novel by chance and browsed through it a few times. She wasn't too interested in tombs being stolen. Then one day she went to the bookstore to look up information and suddenly found the online novel on the bookstore's best-seller shelf, in the most conspicuous position.

What better way to eliminate boredom than by reading a book? I had recently downloaded a reading app, where you can read your favourite stories of different genres. Right now I am reading a novel called Loving Hayden. It is about two teens who were once archenemies but later became friends with their enemies. Okay, maybe not friends with benefits, more like enemies with benefits. I was eager to see where their relationship was going to lead. I continue to flip through my phone as I read the story. I was so engrossed with the story that I didn't realize how much time had passed. I was disturbed by the sound of a knock at the door.

Emma's eyes slowly opened, her mind foggy from the fitful sleep. She lay there for a moment, trying to shake off the lingering emotions from the previous night. But as she sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed, she noticed something that made her heart skip a beat. On the bedside table, there was a small piece of paper with a note scrawled on it. Emma's heart racing, she picked it up and read the words: "Meet me at the old clock tower at midnight. Come alone."

My name is Jennie Dawson. I was just an ordinary college girl whose biggest achievement was pulling all-nighters to read smut novels. Then one night I dropped dead at my desk… and woke up inside the very book I was reading, as a pretty background character who happened to share my name. The heroine, Nancy Porter, was a transmigrator with a system. Her mission was to seduce my brother and turn him into her devoted plaything, living a life of indulgence with her day and night until she could finally return to her world.