False Book Novels & Stories

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Was this the affection the older generation showed to the younger? The boss really treated his niece-in-law very generously! Vivian gave a fake smile. "You don't need to be so touched, Mr. Hawkins. It's fake. You can have as many as you want." When Jules heard this, he frowned and told Vivian off. "Vivian, enough. These phones are all genuine. How can they be fake?" Vivian was disdainful. "How do you know they're genuine?" "Each product has a marking on it to prevent counterfeits. You just have to scan it to find out," Jules said. "It's simple. How could you not know about it?"

He calmed himself down and again looked at the book 'This can only mean one thing, this book is fake. No one will ever believe this as true. It depicts confusion on readers between the reality and not knowing that the book exemplifies magic with the word witch. Then it was only meant to be a story to read. Nothing more nothing less'

“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.”

I said, looking at Damien. “These books are written by authors who have gathered information about her as the years passed. Not everything in there is real. It is just a fragment of their imagination and things they heard about her,” he said. I sighed. “That means we can’t even trust these books. There are so many of them,” I said. Dante took a book, and he scoffed. “7th edition,” he said, showing us. You can’t be real. “How is there a 7th edition of something that happened centuries ago?” Dante said, flipping through the old book.

And before she stop herself, words were already out, "But the tabloids_" Damien cut her off, "I know what type of information Tabloids give away about me. They call me as a billionaire playboy of Rock castle, one month prince, having an affair with some celebrity, announcer, and all every month." They would have been through another moment of argument already but as Nathaniel's voice buzzed in his mind, Damien tried not to lose his temper with her given their condition. His voice turned soft as he replied, "Eden, you have to trust me on this. You can't tell me you believe every crap they say about me. Not at least after seeing my life revolving around my work, around my office."

Drawing in a deep breath, I pushed the double door, letting the smell of old books hit my nose. This, the reality that I wished could be my own reality. "Miss Blake, I thought I wasn't going to see you again until the end of the session." The librarian greeted. We'd become friends or acquitance when she had found me at the end of the hall, bawling my eyes out while holding a book that I needed to study for my exams. She had made jokes of how she was going to charge me for soiling the book with my tears and mascara but at the end of the day, I never got charged for it.

She was saying but I stopped her in mid of her sentence. " What??? Why would a guy propose to me?? I am into girls yaar. " I looked shocked. She laughed as she realised what she said. " I mean, just imagine that a guy proposes a girl saying that he is falling for her very seriously and she refuses. The very next day he proposes to her best friend. Do you think he is genuine? Suppose you like somebody, say me. And you propose to me but I don't reciprocate your feelings, so can you just switch off your feelings for me and propose to my best friend the very next day? "

"More than what he's offering. All I ask is that you persuade your husband to tell the truth—for his own sake and for my mother's justice. Your husband didn't do it in the first place. The real culprit is still out there, living freely." At last, she nodded. She would speak to her husband. I hadn't expected it to go so smoothly. Maybe three thousand dollars wasn't enough to buy someone's conscience after all. Zach's offer was laughably stingy—an insult to anyone who still had a shred of dignity left. When I returned to the villa, a breaking news alert flashed across my phone screen. Tensions between Zach, Matt, and Kayla had reached a boiling point. Zach had refused to invest in Kayla's bran