Definition For Realistic Fiction Novels & Stories

**This story features reluctance and non-consent as well as sex between a stepfather and his daughter. It is rough and hard and deeply unrealistic. This is fiction and only fiction, every fictional character is over eighteen and it should be read as fantasy, entirely unrelated to anything remotely acceptable in the real world. Nothing about this is okay, but it is hot to read fictional characters experiencing it. Apparently I am procrastinating my real life by writing far too many pieces of erotica about far too many different characters. Enjoy.**

Either I’m losing it…Or I’m not. And somehow, neither option feels comforting. I drag in a slow breath, trying to ground myself. “Maybe It’s just your imagination,” I whisper out to myself. Because that would make the most sense. It has to. Because the alternative? The alternative is that I’m not imagining anything at all. And that thought… That thought is enough to make something cold slide down my spine. So I choose logic. I have to. Because if I don’t then I’m just blurring the lines between my reality and the things I write. God knows I spend more time inside the fictional worlds I create than I do in the real one.

“Of course not. It’s just a house . . . my house, as you said.” “I can’t believe it. You’re Mr. Horror, and you don’t believe in ghosts? How is that even possible?” “Okay, Bias, I’m going to blow your mind with one hell of a revelation about writers and their stories. I’m pretty sure Lewis Carroll never fell down a rabbit hole into a magical Wonderland; it doesn’t seem likely that Anne Rice believes in vampires; and I highly doubt J.K. Rowling has met any real wizards. That’s what makes it fiction and not nonfiction.”

He replied, "All books are fiction." "Not all." "You know what I mean." He shook his head, as I continued. "I like stories that take me somewhere else," I said, "Stories that make me forget reality exists and make me paint pictures in my head. His eyes flickered briefly. "That explains the paintings." I nodded. "It helps." "So, you're one of those romance people that enjoys all those ridiculous stories.” He said, “Where girl meets boy, girl hates boy. And then by some silly ass miracle, they both love each other at the end of the day.”

Though he has stopped monitoring the island every moment… The world that was crazed with digitalization had finally learnt to take a break, to talk, to love, to feel, to unplug but how long this change will last only future can tell…. Authors note: I hope you enjoyed reading Fictitious Reality. It often becomes difficult to distinguish between Fiction and Reality. In such times we should not panic. We should use our wit and reasoning to make the right judgement. Do let me know what you think about this book through COMMENTS and REVIEWS.

Patting her ‘fro, she answers the question: “Well, if you ask me, I'd say that the line between Fiction and Reality should not be blurred. In real life, no Mafia is going to sweep you off your feet and pamper you like a good girl. Or, treat you like his princess. It's all make-believe. Entertainment. No single Mafia man out there is like the ones that you read about in the pages of my book. Or any book in the Mafia-Billionaire Romance genre for that matter.” Like an obedient puppet, the Interviewer is quick to agree on that take.

Confused but felt something at the same time. Your output, it's-- "Fiction, a work of imagination. An exaggeration of reality sometimes opposite to it. It's like playing with reality trying to make it more ideal and dream-like. " After that, Craig take his seat and continue writing in his notea leaving everyone more confused and dumbfounded.

In fact, that was the truth; an unfortunate truth that meant that whenever Kylie interrupted his reading time – which was often – he had to depend on her kindness to get his book back. “What is so fun about this stuff anyway? Nothing they write here is real.” Kylie flipped through the pages of the book with a curious expression on her face. Her swift brain was able to piece its genre together with just a cursory glance. The book in her hand was a fictional one. It spoke of creatures that weren’t real and powers that were clearly fake. Her brother was fond of such books and she didn’t understand why. Why was he so fixated on the unreal instead of the real? Sure the real was difficult to navig

He looked at me with shock. " Can you read minds? How did you.. " " Leave that for now.... Let me tell you one thing..... Like all the boys are not alike...... Every girl has different ways." " What do you mean?" " What if she thinks ... that you are interested in some one else and she gets attracted to another one, who might seem interested in her. " I said pointing towards a cute and handsome guy talking to her. Vikram made a face. I saw that Aditi was flirting with Gautam now and he was getting annoyed with her. He was calling me. But I kept smiling at him. He wanted me to play the game again and rescue him from her. He was pleading with his eyes.

Beatrix also looked confused and wrinkled her forehead, "Is what you're telling me about, this is just the premise of your fiction script, right? It's just fiction, right? This can't be reality, can it?" I smiled at her. "I can not believe what you said. Everything coming out of your mouth seems like a narrative story which only lives in fantasy..." said Beatrix. "You are the one who said that imagination can be true, right?" "Yeah.. but like this,,"