Readable English Stories Novels & Stories

James sat in his grandmother's cozy living room, listening intently as she read him the stories of Eli, the vampire who had faced insurmountable odds and emerged victorious through sheer determination and the power of love. James had always loved hearing these stories, but today they held a special meaning for him.

Suit pouted childishly at Anderson, and continued, “Do we have a deal, Mr. Anderson?” Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive ten stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation.

I lived for the idea of them. The thought of being pinned beneath an immortal body, feeling those icy fingers slide over my heated skin, the sudden sharp sting of fangs sinking deep into my neck, followed by that forbidden rush of pleasure so intense it bordered on agony… it haunted my dreams and ruined every ordinary man who ever tried to touch me. My friends had long since given up. Every time I brought up another dark romance, another obscure vampire lore theory, another fantasy where the heroine begged to be drained while she came undone, they would groan and roll their eyes.

This is the first time I am writing a story. I have always been a silent reader but many stories inspired me to write my own. I don't want any offensive comments. This is my first story so please if you don't like it you don't have to read it further but if you like it don't forget to vote, comment, and share. English is not my first language so if I make a mistake don't judge. As I'm a school-going student, maybe I will not have time to update so please have patience because patience is a virtue.

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? “

We're all equal, even when others try to tell us otherwise. The End

They looked like they’d stepped straight out of some hyper-masculine fever dream. I tried to scramble to the other side of the bed, my breath coming in short, panicked bursts. "Kade? What... who are they? What’s happening?" One of the men, a giant with a thick beard and piercing eyes, didn't wait for an answer. He reached out and grabbed my ankle, dragging me down to the edge of the bed with terrifying ease. "These are my friends," Kade said, his voice cold and devoid of any brotherly warmth. He stood up, looking down at me like I was a prize he was sharing. "And my friends are here to breed your little ass, Jamie. You’ve been such a good little slut for me, I figured it was time you learned

The story of the cursed wolf was this. The story of the Alpha was this. The story of the manor was this. The story of the garden was this. The story of the flowers was this. The story of tragedy was this. The story of return was this. The story of rest was this. The story of breath was this. The story of recognition was this. The story of dissolution was this. The story of the reader reading this was this. All stories are this. Appearing as story. All non-stories are this.

After laughing for a while, she addressed the issue one last time. “Listen, I don’t know who you guys think you are to boldly come to my house to say this rubbish but let me put you straight once and for all; don’t ever come here again if you don’t want to see the mad side of me. So your wife is barren and you want to come and steal my child which you never knew existed before now. I laugh in spanish because you guys look like clowns. Before I count from one to five, I want the two of you to disappear from my sight. Get Out Now!” she screamed and banged the door behind her.

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 Winning My Mate Back I Belong to Him Can't Help Falling in Love. My Bride is Not a Human