Novel & Cerita Readable English Stories

The sun-set sky looked magnificent with flocks of birds making their journeys back to their nests. The Me I don’t want to be – this line kept doing intermittent rounds a night before our seventh date. Around half past nine, a shrill cry had pierced my eardrums, while I was thinking about Albert Edward Foreman. Somerset’s The Verger was my favourite from the Higher Secondary English text book. There were other good stories as well, but this one – The Verger – was sheer temptation. It was a beautifully crafted possible story. Yes there are possible stories, that you read and feel, ‘it’s quite possible’, and then there are those, you might end up falling in love with, but deep down, you know ‘i

He said and hurried to wipe his tears. "Tss. Why did you cry? You can't even remember my life. This is more like a fantasy story like you read in w*****d stories." I promise here. I don't read W*****d. Misha is the lover, I only hear about his stories. He likes to read gangster stories. Then he imagined that I was a female gangster. He has a story he wants to tell, what is the title now?... Monster High? No, that's not it... Mon... Mon... Montello High? Yeah, that's it because he has reread it several times and he still wants me to read it too like what the hell? I don't like reading that mushy stuff, and besides the stories are exaggerated too much, but Misha is an addict, or maybe I just d

Hello everyone, good day. I just wanted to ask if you enjoyed my story. I hope you can help me reach the ranking through your votes. This is my first original story submitted, not a translation, so I'm not sure if my English is correct, so please bear with me. Thank you very much for reading and supporting my story. Love Inday Stories.

He grinned, wiggling his fingers mysteriously. “It’s called ‘Story Fingers.’ You take turns telling a story, but here’s the catch—you can only speak one sentence at a time, and you have to include a finger count with each sentence. For example, I start with ‘One fox ran across the river,’ and then you continue with two of something happening, and so on. It gets tricky, and hilarious, especially after a few rounds.” Jaiyana laughed, already intrigued. “Sounds… complicated. But fun. Okay, I’m in.”

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥� � 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡.

English is not my First language so forgive me if you found any silly grammatical error. This story is kind of slow burn Romance. It has mature scenes that may trigger you. And last but not the least, support me if you liked it.

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Her words flowed effortlessly, painting a new story—the story of Theo and Mama Hazel, of nighttime adventures and endless dreams, of love that knew no bounds and a bond that transcended the ordinary. As she penned the final lines of the story, a sense of peace settled within Mama Hazel. The power of storytelling had once again worked its magic, not only in Theo's dreams but also in her own heart, reaffirming the timeless truth that the greatest stories are those written with love, shared with joy, and woven into the fabric of our lives.