Short Novel English Novels & Stories

First of all, thank you for giving this story a chance. I would like to grab your attention on few things. 1) English isn't my first language. 2) This is my first story. 3) This story is just my imagination and it do not have any connection with real world. 4) Its my original work and I don't allow or permit anyone to copy my work. 5) Their is nothing like separation, drama and serious fights between the protagonists. 6) This story contains romance, comedy and suspense, means a clićhe story.

She picked up *The Adventures of Benny the Bookworm*, her voice shifting into the warm, animated tone she used for the little ones. Damien leaned against a shelf, arms folded, clearly planning to observe like this was some tedious board meeting. But as Elena read, doing the silly voices and making the kids giggle, something shifted. One of the boys near the front—maybe seven, missing a front tooth—leaned forward, eyes wide with wonder. Damien’s expression flickered. For half a second, the hard line of his mouth softened. Almost a smile. Elena caught it mid-sentence. Her stomach did a stupid little flip she immediately hated. She finished the chapter, closed the book to applause, and handed o

Who knows what we'll run into? The End

But if a doctor is as harsh as Mr miles, then I don't know what to expect. Hello, Good evening. How are you ever one. This is the second update of the day. Please Read my books and recommend it to your friends as well. My first short story is " My roommate wants a piece of me " it is completed and only a few coins are required to read. Write your comments in the comments section and I will write to you back. Thanks .

Sir Adam recovered readily; and because lie was a soldier of quick wit, though young, he bowed, and raising his eyes to the wonderful vision, said, “As God lives! Roses bloom on the snow in Ketling's garden.” But Basira, courtesying, muttered to herself, “For some other nose than yours,” then she said very charmingly, “I beg you to come in.” She went forward herself, and rushing into the room where Sir Geswer was sitting with the rest of the company, cried, making reference to the red kontush of Sir Adam, “The red finch has come!” Then she sat at the table, put one hand into the other, and pursed her mouth in the style of a demure and strictly reared young lady.

I have tried to seduce Lena countless times, but she always shyly pulled away like she was scared of getting tainted by me. I wanted to break that innocence. I wanted to hear her scream out my name in pleasure while I pounded her from behind as her huge tits bounced from the impact. I have envisioned this fantasy so hard that thinking about it made my dick twitch in my pants painfully. I fantasized about how warm her tight cunt would feel when I was balls deep inside her. How it would feel like when I fucked her mouth while those innocent brown orbs looked up to me like I was her salvation. And I would worship her like the goddess she was, if only she would give me a chance.

Chapter 2: Finger fucking in class I walked into Professor Harlan’s lecture hall the next morning wearing my shortest skirt yet, my heart pounding with excitement. I had no panties underneath, it was just my smooth, bare skin that was already getting slick from the thrill of what I planned to do. After yesterday’s little show in Blake’s office, I knew I had his attention, and now I was going to push him further.

The day was Thursday and the English teacher had woken up from bed with a frenzy that could only be matched by his ridiculous statement. "So, someone gave me a challenge to write a short story of about two hundred words an hour ago without using the twentieth letter of the English alphabet which is the letter 'T'. In about fifteen minutes, I was able to come up with something beautiful that stunned her. Can any of you do that?" The English teacher had asked, expecting to get a reply that would prove his point that he was right and he did. No one answered. "You!" The English teacher had yelled while pointing at Ifenna. "Come out of your dark hole and show the class that the person who made th

"Ah okay, just this one time, Mey." "Thank you!" I smiled. He gave me a brief nod and continued to explain our task, "At the end of the year, each of you shall complete a 30,000 words novella. We would make it a contest, and just like any competition, there shall be a winner. Our English teacher, Mr. Rodriguez, an editor from our local paper, and I would be the judge." Koltin seemed very interested. I watched him eagerly raise his hand before asking, "What do we get if we win?"

he said; "why don't you write one?" "I am too fond of reading books to care to write them, Mr. Erskine. I should like to write a novel certainly, a novel that would be as lovely as a Persian carpet and as unreal. But there is no literary public in England for anything except newspapers, primers, and encyclopaedias. Of all people in the world the English have the least sense of the beauty of literature."