Nauutal English Novels & Stories

Paul asks, his confusion evident. Natalie shrugs her shoulders nonchalantly, her voice filled with delight. "A double date," she announces, her eyes sparkling. "You, Audrey, Kalix, and me." The words hang in the air, their implications sinking in. Kalix remains composed, seemingly unfazed by the suggestion, while Paul's confusion deepens. He struggles to comprehend the situation, unsure of how to respond.

But knew they must have something going on in their heads and so he was ready to oblige. “Nathalie,” he drawled in his best bedroom voice and almost winking at the poor unsuspecting victim. “What did you say you were up to again?” Unfortunately, Nathalie was a female version of Bigfoot and she launched herself in one of the longest self-dedicated speech Aidan had ever heard of. And the worst part was he had to try to be impressed when she had finished.

Were they friends already before Nathaniel started working as her bodyguard? But Nathaniel comes from Germany from different packs, right? "Oh. I forgot. I'm sorry." Nathalie said back. "I guess there's one way to find out if we are in the right place. Please bear with me. At the count of three, all of us will attack them in unison, copy that?"

Nauwarah said as she handed me a flask, spoons and a plate. " Kaman da gaske( as if it's true)" I heard Raihanna say to Nauwarah and rolled her eyes at her. " Ke danlah matsa( hey please stay aside), turanci na ne ba naki ba( it's my English not yours)" Nauwarah answered and rolled her eyes again. " Your language is interesting, what are you guys talking about?" Firdaus asked as she smiled at them.

She nodded her head with a scoff, “Charming, aren’t you?” The sorrow she felt from her grandmother's passing was beyond explainable. But Enoch's sudden question lightened her heart. She has never felt this happy before. When the sun sets, Enoch decided to send Nuala home because he knew how tired she might have been. “It’s getting late, your parents might be worried about you.” Nuala nodded and gathered her coat and clutch. As they started to walk, Enoch remembered that Nuala understood the words he used a while back, so he asked, “By the way, how did you understand me earlier? Do you by any chance speak Gaelic?”

But I got caught up with something. Everyone looked in shock wondering how she did it! Mr Barder looked more stunned himself. Do not blame him because no one in class could make a complete sentence without stuttering midway. "Você é de Portugal? Você nâo parece estar por aqui." (Are you from Portugal? You don't seem to be from around here.) Before Natalia could reply, everyone grabbed their manual for translation. "Ah! Nao. Eu me mudo muito e aprendo muitas linguas, é por isso.'' She forced a smile, feeling terrible for the half truth. (Ah! No. I move around a lot and learn many languages that's why.)

“I would like a glass of fresh pineapple juice and some waffles. Thank You.” With that she asked Palma to go away. “Are you British?” Natalie asked a retreating Palma who turned to her and replied, “No, Miss, I am Irish.” When Palma went away, Natalie slumped down on the fluffy bed and took her head in her hands.

Atthy explained, holding back a cough, her eyes briefly closing as she tried to ease the pain in her throat. “Desert?! Savanna?!... I know Nauruan has a warm climate, but is it really a desert? A savanna? From what I know, Nauruan is just a tropical region, but a desert—this is new to me...” Alwyn thought to himself, surprised by the explanation Atthy had just given. Something felt off. “Well, I hope it doesn’t get worse. Maybe in a little while, Lady Athaleyah’s body will adapt,” Alwyn said softly, his expression still full of concern, but he tried to reassure Atthy.

Fortunately, Nina and Nathan had learned Irish, and since living in Meisceall Castle, Nina and Nathan's Irish dialect had become more fluent, as they all spoke Irish. In the middle of the banquet, a man approached Nathan and confidently offered him a job or business partnership. "Sir Nathan, you have just come from America, and of course you are still unemployed here, how about working with my company?" Nathan was stunned, "Sorry, what does that mean?"

The Nawula natives were hospitable and welcoming. They gave us clean clothes and food to fill our bellies that we weren't concerned with some that we had never eaten before. The roasted bugs aren't my delicacy, but once I pop one in my mouth and crush it in between my teeth, I've tasted the flavor, and it wasn't that bad. Not to bugsy flavor where you can taste the organs, but a bit salty. We had spoken with the Chief of this village, and to my surprise, he spoke fluent English.