The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes [12 stories]

by Arthur Conan Doyle

I had called upon my friend, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, one day in the autumn of last year and found him in deep conversation ...

The Railway Children

by Edith Nesbit

The beginning of things - They were not railway children at the beginning...

कामसूत्र

by Vatsyāyana

In the beginning, the Lord of Beings created men and women, and in the form of commandments in one hundred thousand chap...

Jude the Obscure

by Thomas Hardy

Frankenstein or The Modern Prometheus

by Mary Shelley

In the introduction to the 1831 edition of Frankenstein, Mary Shelley presents herself as "the daughter of two persons o...

Martin Eden

by Jack London

A Christmas Carol

by Charles Dickens, Groth

MARLEY was dead: to begin with.

Just So Stories

by Rudyard Kipling

IN THE sea, once upon a time, O my Best Beloved, there was a Whale, and he ate fishes.

Macbeth

by William Shakespeare

Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches.

De la terre à la lune

by Jules Verne

Pendant la guerre fédérale des États-Unis, un nouveau club très- influent s'établit dans la ville de Balt...

Laws, etc

by United States

Far from the Madding Crowd

by Thomas Hardy

Lord Jim

by Joseph Conrad

HE WAS an inch, perhaps two, under six feet, powerfully built, and he advanced straight at you with a slight stoop of th...

Alice's Adventures in Wonderland

by Lewis Carroll

Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice s...

Ethan Frome

by Edith Wharton

I HAD the story, bit by bit, from various people and, as generally happens in such cases, each time it was a different s...

The Thirty-Nine Steps

by John Buchan

I RETURNED from the City about three o'clock on that May afternoon pretty well disgusted with life.

Peter Pan

by J. M. Barrie

ALL children, except one, grow up.

Les Trois Mousquetaires

by Alexandre Dumas, Auguste Maquet

Le pre­mier lun­di du mois d’avril 1625, le bourg de Meung, où na­quit l’au­teur du Ro­man de la Rose, sem­blait être da...

Heart of Darkness

by Joseph Conrad

The Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of the sails, and was at rest.

The Wind in the Willows

by Kenneth Grahame

The Mole had been working very hard all the morning, spring cleaning his little home.