Longest Book Ever Written In English Novels & Stories

Without it, I would never, ever fall for an uneducated douche like him. Okay, maybe he was educated. He did say he reads books. I’d actually looked up that book he mentioned – Battlefield of the Gods. It was massive, over seven hundred pages of heavy and complicated shit. At least, that's what I gathered from the few pages on an online library. Bless the 21st century – I didn't even have to go to a physical library anymore; I could hoard knowledge from the comfort of my own bed.

no villain this time I promise but I can't promise that one of them won't become the villain. I might end up changing the whole setting of the story but the characters will remain the same and they will do what they intentionally planned to do. I intend to make the story reach 200k words and with that, it's going to be my longest book...I can't believe I wrote so much. The word counts used to scare me too much. This was actually my second book and still, I love it the most cause it just tired out so well...and still I changed it so much. But it's just getting better as I make changes in it.

"No, I'd read it, but it's like, Ms. Reeds said our other books were too short, so I'd be showing her, 'You want a long book? Okay, here's a long book.' How long was Lucy's book last time?" "I don't know. Three hundred something." "Well, I'll find a book with three hundred pages. Or four hundred. I'll be showing Ms. Reeds and Lucy, too. Lucy won't be able to stand it that I read a longer book than she did." Jane was standing next to the classic section. "Here's one. Charles Dickens. A Tale of Two Cities. Four hundred twenty-two pages." Emily put the dog and the horse books back on the shelf. Jane wondered if Emily would tell her that she couldn't be vice president of Loser Club if she read a

Emma stared at the paper in her hands. The rain outside seemed louder now. Every drop striking the window felt like a countdown. For several seconds, she couldn't move. Couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. The words blurred before her eyes. If you're reading this, Emma, then I'm already gone. Gone. The word stabbed her heart. Liam had been gone for six months. Six long months. Yet somehow his voice suddenly felt alive again. She tightened her grip on the letter.

That's 3096 years ago making it by far the oldest book in existence. For the first few hours of looking for the Megestanis family's names, Max sat beside me, kind of helping. He then went to make dinner while I continued to search and then after five more hours tried to persuade me to carry on in the morning. I was more determined than that though, I'd go all night if I had too.

HEARTACHE IN YELLOWSTONE, AND IT WILL BE STANLEY'S STORY. I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS BOOK. IT WAS THE LONGEST STORY I HAVE EVER WRITTEN. I HAVE ONLY BEEN WRITING SINCE MAY OF 2020, SO I AM STILL LEARNING. PLEASE CONTINUE TO READ AND ENJOY.

But I knew from the moment Riley appeared in Beta Gavin’s Union Ceremony (The Beta Is Mine) that a book was meant for him. It was my biggest challenge to make you all fall in love with him. And I’m glad I took the risk. This book is my longest, most emotional (most cruel one), and the most challenging one to write. It was hard to be Riley because changes don’t happen overnight, and despite his many faults and pullbacks, you all stayed until the end. THANK YOU, dear readers! Every book I wrote was written out of love. And my passion to write grows every day because I have wonderful readers. What more can an amateur writer ask for? You are my biggest inspiration to keep going.

He placed the book on the table. It was huge and very dusty. “This book has been passed down for several decades, and it’s been left with trusted people who can keep it safe. In this case, my father was the last person to keep the book. It’s called the White Oak book.” He started to open the pages, with different illustrations in languages I have never seen before. “I have gone through this book since I was a child, but I have never been able to finish it since then. History repeats itself, and this book keeps writing everything that happens every day, everything that has to do with the white Oaks.”

Writing a long book is no small feat, and it is your enthusiasm and encouragement that has propelled me forward, even during the most challenging moments. This book has taken on a life of its own, evolving and growing as I delved deeper into its narrative, characters, and themes. It has demanded my undivided attention, consuming my thoughts and dreams, and I have poured every ounce of my being into its creation. I hope that the love and dedication I have invested in these pages shines through, and that it resonates with you in some profound way.

And that is a story that will last forever. END OF BOOK