Better Than Fiction Book Novels & Stories

I need him to spend time with me so I can crack all the holes in this house but aside from that, I did enjoy the book. "You lived it huh" "Yeah, I lived it." "Well, I am glad you lived and loved it." He said "You know you are right, people don’t just read books, they live it and when I was reading it, it felt like a movie in my head, the only difference is that it’s my imagination." "I told you, books are great." "I totally agree with you on that. Anyways you have something to do today?" "Not really, why?" He asked "I want you to recommend some more novels for me."

They seemed to survive on every word Lizzi said. “Hi Ms. Hamilton. How are you? Never mind, I really don’t care. Just thought I’d recommend that if you should try to write a novel. As a published author I’d like to recommend, though, that you stay to fiction. Though your tale is riveting, it’s riddled with so many errors you’d never be able to sell it as non-fiction. Have a great day! Keep me updated on your progress with the novel. I’d love to be a beta reader. It sounds like a great comedy of errors. Bye.”

Susan blushed, and Alexei tilted his head, curious. “Weird books? Now I’m interested.” “They’re just fiction. Suspense, mystery… Sometimes romance.” She shrugged modestly. “Romance?” He raised an eyebrow. “The sugary kind or the ones that keep you up all night reading?” She bit her lip, thoughtful. “The ones that make you think. I like imperfect characters. Relationships that are built over time. Real feelings, you know?” Alexei’s smile remained, but his eyes grew more attentive. “You don’t believe much in instant passions?”

This is going to be nice, I just know it. I spend hours cooking, snacking, reading, and it feels like a dream. My fae romance novel takes me to a land that doesn’t resemble my life and I’m so happy to lose myself in it. I’m reading along happily when I come across a word that strikes me dead. Mates. Great. Just what I was trying to forget about. I put it down and pull out the other book I brought, a historical fiction novel. No mates here, no way. Dinnertime creeps around and I spend a while making a nice risotto with a side salad and garlic bread. It’s so good it borders on s*x.

You enjoy the fluff, get your panties wet during the snu-snu moments, and fantasize about things that only happen in fiction. 'You like to read these crappy books because you want to fantasize about the things that you can never have. These books make up for your boring reality. These books have twisted your expectations of a real man. You drool over fictional characters but you won't look at a real man,' My younger brother had chastised me once, 'and these authors make your wallet thinner by manipulating your mindset and making you addicted.'

Aasahan ko bang katulad din sila ng mga tauhan sa libro? Fictional characters, especially the main character, were made to be perfect. Sobrang magkaibang-magkaiba sila ng mga tunay na tao. I understand some readers have been choosing them over the real humans because their perfection is rare. But I’ll never be like them. I prefer real men. From this world that is full of uncertainty. Man from reality will not be as perfect as the man from the book, but they are real. They are priceless.

Hello All You Beautiful People! I hope you've enjoyed the Xena-Axel chemistry so far. I just wanted to drop by and thank you all for reading my books. Also, just a gentle reminder, it is fictional romance and 'mej written by women' at the end of the day. I need to include a few bumps and flaws to ensure the plot and character development is interesting enough to keep you all hooked. I hope you have liked the book so far and continue to enjoy it further.

Laura finally left me alone with my book. I love my books, where I could escape from my reality into another world of people's minds. Sometimes I would think, that was my therapy. I would feel better in the inside minds of brilliant authors. Lost in fictions of heroes, knights, and kingdoms where all led up to bravery, strength, and persistence. I would get lost, and caught up in the story and found out another day had gone by, and the sky was getting darker.

Remember, what you reject today will become someone else treasure tomorrow, and by the time you realize that it will be too late for you. All humans are beautiful. Don't let social media and perception fool you into looking for perfection. Again, it's okay to have a preference. - This book is a work of fiction. The characters, events, and places portrayed in this book are products of the author’s imagination and are either fictitious or used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author. - The beginning... MEREDITH:

There was something in his expression—something almost vulnerable beneath the usual control. For a moment, I wondered if he was talking about himself. "What about you?" I asked. "Do you read?" "Not fiction. Too much make-believe." "That's the whole point of fiction." "Maybe. I prefer reality. Even when it's ugly." "Reality is overrated." "So is fiction. At least reality doesn't lie to you." I wanted to argue, but something in his tone suggested this wasn't a casual observation. We talked for over an hour. About books and work and nothing important. About Phoenix and Seattle and the difference between rain and desert heat.