Fiction Addiction Novels & Stories

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.

I wasn’t expecting it, and I looked at him. “Act like we’re dating and this night will go a lot smoother,” Ken whispered, as we got up to the door. “Why?” I asked. “Everyone thinks that Ken only dates floozies,” AJ laughed. “So I’ve heard,” I smirked. Ken huffed, and ran a hand through his hair. “They weren’t floozies,” Ken groaned. “Dude half of them were strippers, and the other half were prostitutes,” Bryan added. I looked at Ken with wide eyes.

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.

“ I just need to sleep it off, Mav. Have fun at the bonfire.” ​I tossed the phone face down and opened my laptop. Writing was the only thing that made me feel better. I started typing, getting lost in the world I created. ​"What are you working on?" Jessie asked after about an hour. She was sitting on her bed painting her nails a bright red. ​"Just... fiction," I said, trying to sound casual. ​"Wait, like a book? Let me see!" ​"It's nothing, really," I said, but my face was already turning red. "I post on a site called StoryVerse under a fake name. I’ve never told anyone. Not even my best friend knows about it."

“And that woman... you said she looked like you and claimed to be my wife?” Darcy, wrapping her arm around his, pretended to be sweet and angry at the same time. “Yeah. She even made me call you. But the number she gave me wasn’t even yours. I’m your girlfriend; how could I not recognize your number? What’s even worse is that the number probably belongs to one of her sugar daddies, and I couldn’t even get through. Isn’t that hilarious?” Felix’s world crumbled. He couldn’t even bring himself to laugh.

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.

"I think we could go back to civilization before it starts to get weird. You seem to be thinking too much, and I don't know if it's because you regret it, or because you're afraid that I'll throw you out of the ravine.” "It's already more than strange, Flynn," I spoke with a giggle, as I stood up. "Now I will need to invent more interesting dialogues and a less macabre mood when writing about it in my novel, because no one will find it funny that the sex scene ends with the couple watching the moon the same way they did in the beginning. It's going to sound kind of repetitive and even a little unreal. And I can't keep writing fantasies anymore, or my readers will kill me.”

I was surprised because Frank Kingston now talked to me. Maybe I wasn't fat and ugly anymore. I was happy that at least my crush was talking to me. At least he saw me as a human being. My other mates now said hi to me sometimes though. I think it was because Frank was now talking to me. I think he controlled what happened in school without even knowing or maybe he knew. If he didn't talk to you, you won't be regarded as anything. Now people talked to me. Not as if they were friends with me,they just said hi's and that was it. It was an improvement compared to how I was treated before. I told my mum about how my mates don't call me fat and ugly anymore. How Frank Kingston seemed to talk to me

It's finally here! Finding Us, formerly known as ‘Crazy About Boys | Finding The One’ when it was originally written on Wattpad, is a New Adult Fiction novel, which is a subgenre of Romance. Since there isn't a New Adult Fiction tag, I'm forced to use the Romance tag. However, there isn't much of a difference, except the aforementioned explains the book better.

MENTAL ILLNESS AND DISORDER SERIES This fictituos story contains words nor true statement. Names, places,occasions/events, dates, incidents are based on the author's concept. It contains foul languages and any other inappropriate actions. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is purely coincidental. PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME.