F1 Fiction Novels & Stories

Her desperation for a story was just a different kind of drug. Amy wasn't foolish enough to want to actually find the killer. She planned to stay close to people and not go off with anyone. This, with any luck, offered a degree of protection. No, her story would be about life on the street, the shortage of shelter, food, and yes, drugs. It was about why, with a killer on the hunt, these women continued to live their lives and serve the streets.

Hello readers, I want to thank every one of you for reading The F Word. And for those who have waited so long to see these chapters, I'm sorry for taking so long to update my book , and thank you for not abandoning it🙇‍♀️ I've been in stuck in a recurring writers block, mostly because my mental health these days have been low. But, I will try my best to give you guys an entertaining story. It is my first time writing a book where the main characters get together after a few chapters. So I'm sorry if it feels like their relationship is...well, boring.

It's all a fantasy. Fable has been my escape. An unhealthy one. A safe pretend world where I could bury myself. Just like how Zee cried after she finished the final Harry Potter book, or how Jamie bases so much of her worth on the fictional version of herself that lives across a thousand Instagram pics, in the comments and likes of a thousand strangers. Just carefully constructed lies to comfort and lull. Dreams.

"Uhm, yes sir. Sir, I, I found out that I had an F this morning on your course. And truthful, I don't really have an excuse. A lot has just been going on and I haven't really been myself for a while. I just... I was just hoping there was something I could do right make up for my grades. Some extra work to build them up, extracurriculars, anything." "You failed" "Yes, professor" "You had an F" "Yes professor Greg" "Well, Miss Fisher, I don't know how I could help build up your grades if you didn't bother to build them up yourself with everyone else" The full weight of her fear settled on her. Another F will mean too many bad things for her. She couldn't afford to drop out or in the best cas

The world in which this story takes place is fictional and does not exist in reality. This story is set in a fantasy world ruled by werewolves, where strength, secrecy, dominance, and loyalty are central to society. The story includes fantasy elements such as shapeshifting, supernatural power hierarchies, magical systems, and political tensions. These elements are used to build the fictional setting and drive character motivations. They are not meant to reflect real-life ideologies, social structures, or belief systems.

He had sacrificed himself for her and she wasn't going to let the others die so she pulled herself together and raced even faster before it got to her. Her eyes brightened up in hope as she sighted the fire they had made for the night. It felt weird as she got closer, it was awfully quiet and soon she got to know why. Her lips were muted as she beheld the terrible sight before her, she had given up in body and soul, they were all dead, the creature had gotten to them before her and at this point there was no point in running, it was clear that it was teasing and could get to her no matter how far she was from him.

All the characters, places, ideas or events mentioned in this book are purely fiction and does not relate to any living or dead. The story settings and other elements are purely my imagination and fictional. Most of the concept about Heaven and Hell are based on Buddhism and Christianity. The genre of the story is fantasty romance so there will mentions of supernatural creatures and magic. Stealing of my work/any idea will serve you severe punishment as plagiarism is a serious crime. Any illegal reproduction of this content in any form will result in immediate action against the person concerned.

I was a princess in the kingdom of Almelda, a beautiful place very far from here. Our lives were doing great until when king Alword from Sinae Kingdom and his men attacked us unexpectedly. That day was truly awful, father lost his life so as our entire people. It broke my heart so much. Mom and i had to escape that night, we came to live here because our lives would be at risk if we stayed back. It has been five years now, mom got a job and we are doing just fine. Although I still see him, King Alword in my dreams haunting me.

Which is why I haven’t been using it ever since I started writing 1001 Dark Tales. Yes, I could have written it quicker, but 1001 Dark Tales are dark romance tales. I’m not ashamed of anything I write, but I would rather not act out the scenes with three males who I don’t even know their names or what they look like. I push those thoughts away as I put the quill down and grabbed my other manuscripts, leafing through them. Each of them was only partly done and would benefit from using the quill on them. Before I could pull one out, though, I heard a knock at my door.

She had never heard of it or even speculated. Her lady wasn't lying when she told Sarah about it. She thought it was not a mere inducement, but a fact she had kept secret for a long time. About how this world actually was inside a book that Fuschia had read. That every human being is a fictional character in this book.