Better Than Fiction Book Novels & Stories

"It’s wonderful. Now I can place more books on it." "Then you can buy more books," Felix added. I was amazed by the number of books he brought home. a box of books circulating around the internet that I’m definitely curious about. "Books are your own kind of drugs." "No, books are her babies," Jay corrected. They’re both right. Buying books is, for me, a form of addiction. Reading them transports me to different places. It makes me feel like I'm talking to people I've never met in my life. It entertained me in a good way, without any harm. Romances make me feel the kiss of true love. Horror, thrillers, and suspense chilled my bones from skull to toe. Historical fiction taught me a lot about

“But they don’t need books to tell stories. They recite their tales from memory, beating the rhythm with their staff.” “Trust me,” he insists, nodding his head vigorously as if that alone could convince me of his wisdom, “Books are better.” “But how can they be?” I respond, a bit offended. “How can anything compare to a story acted out in front of you? I feel like I’m right in the middle of the action I…”

he replied simply, adjusting his glasses. I rolled my eyes. “You need help. Here—” I reached for one of the novels from the table beside me, one that was light and funny. “Try reading something that won’t make your brain combust.” He raised an eyebrow. “Fiction?” “Yes, fiction,” I said, placing it in his hand. “You know, made-up stories with emotions, imagination, and people who do ridiculous things for love?” He opened the first page, his expression unreadable. For the next few minutes, the only sound was the crackle of the fire and the rustle of turning pages. Then, suddenly—

We finally entered the bookstore and I let go of his arm. “A-ahm, I don’t want to huddle there” I answered sparingly. A book caught my attention and I was amazed that they are selling this book. “Gosh! My favorite series!” I get the Twilight book. Gio followed me and observed the book as well. “I’ve already watched it” He bragged. I narrowed an eye at him. “Book version is still the best. The feels and emotions are there when you’re reading it” I answered. “But the movie adaptations are easy to understand since you don’t need to use your imagination anymore,” He said frankly.

"You're right, girl! Come on, I told you to install Bokipad on your phone. You'll never regret it. There are millions of erotica in Bokipad. You don't have to hoard all erotica in bookstores, girl. Leave it to the others!" As excitement entered her body, her lips formed an 'o.' "Is it all erotica?" "No, there are good stories there. Almost all genres are represented in Bokipad, so it's not just for erotica." She shook her head as her excitement faded. "However, I prefer physical books." "Of course, try it. You'll eat your words." She burst out laughing. "Are you sure?" "Of course! I'm reading it right now." Her lips were pursed in a smile. She stood up and walked straight to the bathroom. "A

"It was only a demonstration of what's about to come." *** This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, incidents and locations are products of the author's imagination. They don't have any affects in real life. Any resemblance to any living and dead or any events is totally coincidental.

"Exciting." Frowning, I clasp my hands together in front of me. Using his index finger, he wiggles a book out of its spot, with some difficulty. It looks as though the covers are stuck together, with suggests this library is old; probably older than me. "Action? Thriller?" I question. Those kinds of books that get your heart racing are my favourite. They draw you straight of reality, lulling you into a dream-like state where my imagination can run rampant, with no one to tell me otherwise. Moments to live for, in my eyes. If Malik felt the same way, he must understand why I had to leave my room to find something better than a nonfiction book on the Love pack.

That the thought of another woman or man repulses you to the core. "It's not stupid fiction. Why do you read if you think it's stupid fiction?"I look at him. "To entertain me and to get a little sneak peek in the author's life," he says and we keep walking. "What do you mean?" "Just like your book, every author has that one character that shares similarities with. It's always the same with every book," he says and before I can respond he cuts me off. "Look?"I follow his finger and there is a cabin not very far from where we are. we walk to the front door of the cabin. There are no lights inside.

I start. “I don’t really read such books, cause I’m more into non-fiction, but I think I know what you mean.” “I tried picturing you as someone like that typical girl friend from the books, but it’s impossible!” I giggle, making Lia chuckle in amusement. “Why is that?”

I think you’ll like gagging on it. I’ve never been so turned on. How is he perfect? He’s my darkest fantasies, no, my favorite morally gray villains in real life. It’s like he ripped free of the pages and walked into my life, ready to make me come harder than any man ever has before. Us book girlies say we only like them because they’re fictional. We swear left and right that if anything in our books happened in real life that we’d turn and run in the other direction, but I don’t think that’s true. Why? Because I’m faced with a man that should have my alarm bells ringing and instead of wanting to run away, I want to fall to my knees and take whatever he has to give. I couldn’t deny the excit