Artificial Intelligence Books Fiction Novels & Stories

ARCANE DELIGHTS I slowly close the journal, settle it in my lap and gaze at its black leather-bound cover. I rub its pebbled surface lightly, thinking. Only stories. These are only stories. Fantastical stories. A little more fantastical than I usually prefer, though well-written, by someone with a much greater command of the craft than I yet possess. The vivid characterization, meticulous attention to detail and a surreal sense of place makes me want to believe these stories happened, but I know they couldn’t have, and am ready to dismiss them as nothing more than fiction . . .

**This book is a work of fiction. Any reference to historical events, real people are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, and events are produced by the author’s imagination and any resemblance to actual events or person living or dead is entirely coincidental** **Sneak Peek** Pinning me under him, with me completely at his mercy... “If fucking you was an art, I’d paint you all day, Tesoro” He whispers mischievously, his smooth voice flowing over me like silk before he slams his entire length inside me

The novel lay open under her hands-wet, crumpled, dog‑eared. He looked at it, then at her. He pulled the book free with one hand, and his own wet fingers brushed between her thighs again, smart with urgency. "One more time?" he rasped. Claire stared at him-ache behind her eyes, voice hoarse. "Yes," she finally breathed. "One more time." He kissed her, deep and rough. Closed the book with his other hand-cover snapping shut with authority. She rode him one more time, skin slick, body trembling, pulses crashing as she came again-slow, powerful, echoing under the hush of books. Rowan groaned and came with her, feeding her tight until he fell forward, forearm over her back, his breath ragged.

I really wanted to meet his sister. “I found a new book for you,” Nicolais interrupted. My gaze shifted to him, and I saw a new expression—one I hadn’t seen before. Jealousy. Was he jealous of my conversation with Sicca? “It’s right there,” he said, pointing beside my plate, where a sky-blue book lay quiet and waiting. “It’s fiction.” “Thank you so much,” I smiled at him as I picked up the book. “What’s it about?” “It’s a fairytale,” he explained, “I figured you might like that.”

Someone has to send them, be it an entity or someone with power. “You won't find the truth in those pages" she said coolly. “just stories" Erebus flipped through the pages again before skipping it back to the shelf. “I believe stories are takes told from what I should have experienced" "These are known to be under fictions, surely you should know a writer only has to have a brain to imagine nowadays” He replaced the book before he turned to her, eyes glinting with something amusing. “Still," he added “thank you for your time."

He asks and I chuckle. "This book is about a war between dragons and shit. It's not like a cook book or a knitting class." I say, chewing on some ice as I type up the description online. "Stop chewing on ice, you're gonna ruin your teeth." Jack barks through the phone, but I ignore him. "Yes or no? I'm sure Mrs. B would just give us the books. You're the one who was bitching that we need to try new things." I say and he groans a little, obviously annoyed by me.

Pissed at myself for pushing away the one thing in my life that I loved more than my need for retribution against Ricci. *************************** AUTHOR NOTE: Sorry for delays with updates! I promise they will be coming in more consistent. phantom is almost over. Book 2 in the Elite series will be shortly following. If you like the story please rate, comment, and review! Thank you !

Izzy was just quiet as she listened to me as I spoke while giving her the books to pile in the boxes. "We're rich, Izzy, but no money could help me escape Rian or my mind. We tied therapy a few times before Rian, but they never worked. They only made me wore, because I feel like I can't breathe on my own," I looked at the book in my hand and it was one of my favorite books, The samurai game by Christine Feehan. "These books," I whispered as a tear fell from my eyes, "they need to go. I need to face my reality, and these books are preventing me from doing it," Izzy stood up and hugged me.

Sleep. But I can't. “What’s that?” I ask. She doesn’t look up. “A book.” “What’s it about?” “Aliens that disguise themselves as furniture to observe human mating patterns.” “Why would they want to do that?” She glances at me. “Aren’t you aware that humans have the best sex amongst species?” “Hm.” I rest an arm behind my head. “I wonder what kind of furniture they pretend to be. Chairs? Dressers?”

Annalise retorted while enjoying the food that Zeno prepared for her. “What kind of plot, then?” Zeno inquired. “Hmm, maybe about games or robots? I’m not sure but I’m trying to think which one is better. Although, I’m thrilled about writing a novel that’s all about science fiction,” she replied. “Robots will be good. I’m sure that they will adapt to your novel if you finish that. Maybe they will also try to release a game about that,” Zeno explained, which made Annalise chuckle softly.