The English Novels & Stories

"Yeah, I'm not too familiar with how British English works anyway. It's quite confusing if I'm being honest." I chuckled, "no it's not. It's the same English, it just uses 'our' instead of 'or’ and calls soccer football and some other things. But that's about it and you do know that lots of other countries use British English without it necessarily having to be Britain or England, right?" Jake rolled his eyes and slung his hand over my shoulder. "Sure," he replied. "Anyway, I got to go, the guys must be waiting for me." "See you around."

Actually, a good old scrap was happening between some of the indigenous inhabitants and a band of Chittagonian sampan wallahs. . . . Cecil decided to learn any local languages whenever he was posted to a new place because it would be beneficial to his job. So, he learnt the Mon language and he also remembered a certain Talaing (Mon) language. He learnt it under the guidance of his Court Interpreter. He knew the phrase “to strike a match” in the Talaing which was “harak tik tuk”. . . . Soon after his arrival, Cecil was presented with a white country-born fox terrier, and the people used to call him kun klaw kabang “little dog that came by steamer” but it was not from England.

“No. “ I put a stray lock from my hair behind my ear . Then I scold myself. What am I doing, I am not some 16 year old teen getting nervous over a kiss, doing girly things. “I am Edward. “ he says. I press my lips together. “What?” he asks, a strange glimmer in his eyes that makes the green color more outstanding. “Nothing, “I say, “It just sounds.. royal?” He laughs. “My mother is English. “ ‘I figured, “I say, “The accent, I mean. “ “Oh, yes. I lived in England… most of my life. “ “What are you doing here then? “ “My father. And you didn’t tell me your name. “

It is tough to act and expect someone to appear to be the person with whom they wish to spend the rest of their lives till their final breath. My given name is Yhra, not Lesley.

said Zeline straightforwardly. Ricard took a quick sip of coffee and grabbed Zeline's palm for a kiss. "I think my work will be done quickly if you are near me." ~.~.~.~ Again and again, Zeline was left gaping at the rows of tall men in black suits welcoming them as they got off the jet. Not only Zeline but her friends were shocked at the sight. "Fello isn't Queen Elizabeth's son, is he?" whispered Vera. "So random! Queen Elisabeth is in England, not in New York," argued Fini.