21st Century Literature Novels & Stories

Hi! My novel, 'From The 28th Century' had reached 100+ chapters which I did not expect. I just wanna say that I'm not good at writing romance stories, so the romance here might be a little off. I'm still learning and hope I could achieve writing a romance story. :)))) Everything about this story was all of my imaginations, so it is quite different from the other cultivation stories. This is my first story and I cannot promise that this would be a perfect novel. I admit there are tons of mistakes, but I would do my best to improve.

Without any performative grace. I sat there and looked at him across the small table and tried to reconcile the man in front of me with the one who had grabbed my wrist in the dark; the one who had taken what he wanted without asking. Both men existed in the same space. That was the part I couldn't quite understand. "What kind of literature?" "Nineteenth century mostly," I said. I hesitated, then added, "about women stuck in impossible situations." I spoke without tone. Without emotion. He was silent for a while.

I’m kind of scared that it’s already starting to make a home inside my head. I got to literature and Mrs. Whitmore, our teacher who was evidently pregnant by the huge bump in her belly, began talking about the popular genres of literature in the twentieth century. One of them was the explosion of the werewolf fiction which I learned was portrayed in modern period with overflowing romanticism unlike its predecessor way back in the medieval era where it’s portrayed as horrifying. I couldn’t stop internally laughing at the thought that werewolves are romantic. Based on what I’ve seen so far, there’s clearly nothing romantic about turning into a beast. There’s absolutely nothing romantic about b

"Well, those structures need to break at some point because, indeed, these themes need to be questioned... But that doesn't take away from the fact that these creations are excellent, well-written, and not only a milestone in terms of prose but also in their dynamics..." "Well, I can see you're passionate about writing, literature, and language," he said in a tone I couldn't decipher. "So, let's shift away from the teaching subject and talk more about modern literature. It's quite different from the classics, more direct, and sometimes even dirtier." He had a point, one that made my veins pulse completely. "Well, I..." "How do I admit that I read what's labeled as 'mommy porn'?" I thought wi

Not knowing what to do within the four walls, sitting under the tutelage of two friends, she spent time reading books. The library is large and caters for every taste, from historical novels to mysticism, 20th century literature and Sherlock Holmes antiquarian collections, the first as far back as 1902. But no matter how much I liked to dive into the worlds of the authors, I was haunted by a thick layer of dust on the shelves and books. I decided to do something useful and clean these treasures from years of dirt.

For the first time, Cathedra had someone who didn't cringe every time she opened her mouth to speak. So this is what having a friend feels like, huh? Cathedra thought to herself. One lunch break, while waiting for Diane underneath the tree, Cathedra was scribbling a draft of her first novel in her notebook. The novel contained the scenes she saw in the storybook, back in her kindergarten days. Since that day at kindergarten, she didn't tell anyone what she saw in the storybooks anymore. The thought of seeing things that other people couldn't still terrified her but she tried hard not to think about it by avoiding any book she can see other than school books and textbooks.

I raised a teasing eyebrow at that defensive excuse. " Against my better judgement!" Amanda hastily added, her cheeks increasingly flushed you'd think I was accusing her of selling amateur porn videos, starring her. " And I must say, literature is dying if that's what people are reading nowadays. I mean, why not write about world hunger or global warming? But what do we get instead? We get a whole trilogy of sadistic-masochistic sex. " " There's nothing wrong with masochists and sadists, Mrs Dawson,"

They would almost certainly be going into the past then. Emmet wondered where they would be going to. They most certainly could not arrive in the Middle Ages or the Renaissance, if they wanted to avoid being burned at the stake, and if they wanted proper sanitation. The late twentieth century honestly sounded good enough, but they obviously couldn't go to the United States of America. The twenty first century was a hellscape, looking at the economic collapses, wars, and virus outbreaks, the world over. The late twentieth century in western Europe was a nice enough place, if one was to completely ignore Germany. And Ireland. And...