Novel & Cerita Readable English Stories

“Would you tell me a story? My friend Dustin says his mom and dad tell him stories every night, but no one will tell me a story.” My heart melted hearing his request, and I smiled. “Of course, Liam. And you are in luck. I know so many stories.” I picked him up in my arms. “Really?” he said excitedly, burying his head in my neck, making me sigh in content. “Yay.” I tucked him into his bed. I began weaving a tale about a courageous knight who embarked on an epic adventure to save a kingdom from a fearsome dragon. Liam’s eyelids grew heavy as he listened to the tale, and soon he was fast asleep.

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 issues with that. Rest I can guarantee you that you won't get bored with the storyline. The following are my books; if interested, do give a look over them: 1. Can't help falling in love (Book 1)-Completed 2. Purchased by the Mafia (Book 2)-Completed 3. Her Mysterious Lover (Book 3)-Completed

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

I fan myself with my book, trying to think of anything except sex. The problem is… we’re reading a really boring book in English and the teacher wants us to spend the class period reading. Yep, turns out even shifters having boring old books too. And we’re reading some fictional, forbidden love story between a tiger shifter and a raven shifter. Which sounds great, in theory. But the words they use make it feel more like I’m trying to decipher an ancient language. It’s worse than Shakespeare. Phoenix asks who Shakespeare is and even I don’t have an answer for that one. All I know is that I’d rather be reading Harry Potter during English. Or, literally, anything from this century would be grea

Professor Vale looked down at me with dark possession, stroking my swollen lips. “This is just the beginning, Miss Harper. Keep riding my cock like the little slut you are, and you'll get good grades.”

Dear Readers, Good day! This is La Tigresa and I would like to thank you all for stopping by. Tstory is written in English. If you're a Filipino and wants to read the Tagalog version of the story, please search for Fragments of Memories 2: Beautiful Stranger. Book 1 of the series entitled Fragments of Memories 1: Married at Seventeen (both English and Tagalog version are also available in GoodNovel) The whole series talks about and focuses on self-love, self-worth and self-forgiveness that I hope you'd all be able to relate to and learn from it.

"Emma, your surprise is going to make tomorrow the most perfect wedding anyone could ever have." Finally feeling sleepy, I let Mommy tuck me into bed with extra dolphin stuffed animals and the promise that tomorrow will be magical in every possible way. "Mommy, will you tell me one more story about Romano family love before I fall asleep?" "What kind of story?" "Tell me the story about how you and Daddy learned that choosing each other every day is more important than just feeling love feelings."

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> AUTHOR'S NOTE: Dear readers, Thank you for finding this book worthy of your time, I'm so grateful. I also want to let you know that English is not my first language. As a result, you may notice some grammatical errors, awkward phrasing, or cultural references that don't quite translate. I apologize in advance for any mistakes and assure you that I'll do my best to improve my writing style throughout the story. My goal is to create an engaging and immersive experience for all of you, despite any language barriers.

“Tell me a story?” He was silent. Then he started to tell her a story, one of his favorites, about a little boy who cried and cried until the gods took his eyes away as punishment. It sounded better, more right, in Mandarin, so that’s how he told her. He told about the boy who wrapped a scarf around his head and went out into the world to search for his eyes. “And did he ever find them?” “What, you speak Mandarin now?” “I’m watching the story unfold in your head. Or perhaps it’s your heart. Either way, it’s one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.”

She was going to ask her to assign the story to her. Robert and Stella were in Stella’s office. The two were going through some of the articles submitted by other workers to see which stories would sell. After seeing how successful Robert had been in his last three articles, Stella had considered his opinions important and once in a while sought his advice. “This story by Jenny is good, but we can change its angle a little bit. Focusing on the human angle will make it reach the audience. people love reading about what affects them,” Robert said. “I thought so. That is why I set aside those stories,” Stella said, setting up two cups of coffee for both of them. It was cold outside, and it was