Novel & Cerita Learn English By Short Story

Hi, everyone! This is Curvy Writes, and first things first: I need to take a deep, dramatic bow and then just collapse on the nearest couch. Because, people, we did it! I just want to say a massive, soul-hugging, confetti-tossing THANK YOU to every single one of you who has been reading my short story, "In Her Skin." Seriously, from the bottom of my slightly exhausted but extremely grateful heart, thank you. You guys have been the absolute best audience a writer could ask for.

Just enough to make a man like Nikolai pause and look twice. The cold hit me again the moment I stepped outside. Snow crunched under my boots as I walked to the nearest metro station, my breath forming white clouds in the air. The streets were alive with Muscovites moving quickly, heads down, scarves wrapped tight. I blended in as best I could, keeping my posture straight but not arrogant. The metro ride was crowded and warm inside the train, a brief escape from the wind. I used the time to steady my nerves, repeating my cover story silently. Alexandra Kane, thirty years old, recently arrived from New York after a messy divorce and a need for new opportunities. Fluent enough in Russian to ha

Rajeev awoke from his difficulty to sleep and begged his grandma to tell him a story. “ Story? Now? Rajeev, stop resisting; it’s time for bed.” “Just one, Grandma, I couldn’t go to sleep.” “Now , which narrative would you want to hear? “ “ Would you please read this book to me?” He presented a book to his grandma that he had earlier tried to read. Vedika picked up the book and pointed to the subtitle, “In search of true heart.” She immediately asked “where you got this book.” “I discovered it at dad’s library, therefore grandmother, if you can read other languages, will you kindly read it to me? “

"The proposal" I wiped my tears as I heard a knock on the door. “Lana, Are you there honey?” I heard my dads voice. I walked towards the door and let him in. “I’m sorry, I was studying so I closed the door.” I spoke to my dad in a shaky voice. My father sat down on my king size bed that had satin sheets which were slightly messed up. He said, “I’m your father Lana, I can understand your emotions even when you don’t say anything. Come here” He hugged me as I sat beside him.

"She thought it would be funny to copy Joey from the episode when he was learning French. Yeah... It didn't go down well with the elderly French teacher who nearly broke down because Alice wouldn't stop. Arguably, it was hilarious, but I don't think Mrs Mental appreciated Alice's hard graft into perfecting the fake French language." Brooklyn laughed and took her notebook out. She opened it up and took out her own. As she started to write the date Sasha stood up. "Where you off to?" "I need to speak to Mrs Mental quickly," Sasha said. "I need an extension on an essay due." Brooklyn turned back to her book as Sasha walked off and she racked her brain, trying to remember the French word for Mon

She didn't know what book they meant. "Then, let's take out your books. Have you read them?" Grabbing their bags, the students answered. "Yes, Miss. I read it before bed, ten pages long. The story was really exciting, and the pictures were cute! It made me interested in going on an adventure." "No, Miss. I just got back to L City last night. I didn't have time to read it." "Me too! I just got back from Iceland last night. I haven't even had time to open the package yet."

He furrowed his brows, "Why? I thought you said you wanted to read?" "I don't know every word. Just four or five." "Then why do you act like you actually understand?" "I want to make Mommy happy with me." Her eyes shifted to her shoes. "And I want to know all the big words in the dictionary." Iby smiled then he bent down to her level, "Listen Maryam. If you want to know bigger things, you start from smaller ones." He started. "You see all those famous Nigerian authors like Chimamanda Adichie, Lambert Ototo, Chinua Achebe, Wole Soyinka. They all started by learning and understanding the smaller things. Understood?"

Hello Forbidden Love Stories Readers and Fans. I like to know what kind of story or tales would you like in this book next. I was thinking to go back to our starting days of the FLS sensual short stories of 1-3 chapters. If you agree, Like this chapter and leave comments and your opinions. I have many amazing full of lust and love short stories ready to go live for you guys. These are all my personal favorite premium short stories which I have been saving for days and it is time this gold comes to light to meet the readers.

I speak English, Afrikaans and I know some Mandarin 💜 I'm honestly in love with Chinese culture hopefully I'll be in China soon if all goes well 😏 Shorter chapter but I'm so excited for the next one!! ~T

Screaming I closed the door to my room. I waited there in silence. Crying and trembling. What if mommy dies? ”Mommy?!” I whispered from under my covers when somebody entered my room. The smoke made it hard to breathe and the screams of different creatures were so loud like they were next to me. Mommy always told me that, good girls don’t cry. But I couldn’t stop the tears. I want my mommy. I uncovered my face and there was a male. Showing his sharp teeth he approached my bed with a sword in his hands, raising it over my head. But something came out of his chest. A sword. And when he fell I saw mommy. She ran over to me. Soothing my panicked state.