Short Novel In English Novels & Stories

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.

WARNING‼️ THIS STORY IS A PARANORMAL STORY 🔞 Chapter 1 My skin felt sticky from sweat as I peeled off my damp shirt and stepped closer to the tall antique mirror I had dragged out of the closet earlier. I wiped sweat from my neck and stared at my reflection, for a second everything matched. Then my reflection smiled a heartbeat after I did. My pulse jumped. I blinked hard and shook my head I was just tired that was all. I turned away to grab a towel but something made me glance back. My reflection stared at me, eyes darker, lips parted.

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.

The pen had stopped moving and she was in the Destiny Land looking at the new word formed in the manuscript, Shala in the Human World looking at the sky with his gaze traveling into fairy Land, and Ginevra in Morvin Hills looking at her hands absorbing remaining water drops …all said in unison, “WAR.” Announcement-: Dear readers, I am very happy with the love you are giving my book. I am going to publish the second book too within some days. Kindly check on that too. It's a contest book with Werewolf Genre. The book is going to a be a short one. I hope you will give your love and keep supporting me always.

‘Sorry’ until, finally, I got to my seat. I glanced either side of me. I was between a girl snuggled up to her boyfriend, her tousled blonde head resting blissfully on his shoulder, and a guy in a light coloured shirt and dark jeans. Trying not to fidget unduly and further annoy those who were already comfortably settled, I sat down and discreetly adjusted my skirt. There wasn’t a lot of room for manoeuvre here, because I’d chosen to wear a very short, flimsy little number that barely covered my thighs.

Chapter 2: Reconciliation "It's pouring outside." Gina said while watching the rain and shivered at the cold, despite the heat coming from the chimney. She glanced at the unaffected wolf and snorted. "It must be nice having a thick coat of fur, huh?" Sam purred, wanting to invite her for a cuddle, but of course, Gina wasn't able to get the message and wrapped herself with a thick blanket, proceeding to type away to finish her novel. She only has a week left to finish her deadline before her editor kills her for real.

--- Here is an **800-word sample** of an English reading comprehension passage (suitable for B2/C1 level testing), which you can build upon: --- **The Silent Village** For three generations, the village of Oakhaven had existed in near-perfect silence. Not the silence of emptiness — birds still sang, wind still rustled through the ancient oaks — but the silence of human restraint. The villagers spoke only when necessary, and even then in whispers. Visitors often found it unsettling, as if they had stepped into a dream where sound itself had been outlawed.

He came to find her at nine. She was on the window seat with one of the brown-paper books, the Japanese short stories, reading the third one which was about a man who collected other people's lost umbrellas and kept them in a room he never entered. The rain had come back properly, the committed kind, hitting the windows in gusts that made the apartment feel more enclosed than usual, more like a place you were in by choice rather than circumstance.

There was still hope! I held my breath, hoping the silence would help her notice the phone ringing above me. Sure enough, Mom walked straight to the refrigerator this time. A sliver of light slipped in from outside. She squatted in front of the fridge and peered inside suspiciously. Above my head, the phone chirped and sang, "Hush, little baby, don't say a word, Mama's going to buy you a mockingbird. And if that mockingbird don't sing, Mama's going to buy you a diamond ring."

she breathed out. His eyes snapped up to meet hers. “Please what?” “Please don’t make me say it.” Her voice came out in a whisper. She was still as shy as the day she arrived. Maksim wasn’t having any of it. He leaned down until his mouth was directly above her clit. Then he looked up at her through his lashes. “You don’t get to be shy anymore, baby. Not with me. Not when I’ve seen all of this. Say it.”