Novelas y relatos de Fiction Character

They are priceless. Ang tanong, paano akong napunta sa mga fictional characters? Sinasabihan ko lang naman ang sarili ko na hindi nakakakilig ang ginagawa niya. It’s confusing the hell out of me. Anong kinalaman ng mga fictional characters sa kaniya? Papaalalahanan ko talaga ang sarili ko pagkatapos nito na hindi ko na siya kakausapin. Nakakalikha ng panibagong ideya ang utak ko, at naninibago ako.

My breath hinged, I suddenly felt like an asthmatic patient. Fuck! What's all this, how are my character's alive. First it was Anna Steve, and now it's a handsome villain who wants to make me suffer. Now I can't help but think if there's anymore character in my book who would want to see me suffer. To be honest I made a lot of characters suffer.

That too when the one in front of her might be her kidnapper. For the smallest fraction of a second, she saw regret flash in his eyes. Then his face became a stoic mask. *Look behind you* When these words popped in her mind she turned reflexively. “But, there is noth….” She said turning back, only to find that hottie had vanished again. This was the first time she realized that the hottie was very different from her. Not different from her, different from all human beings. Maybe he wasn’t even a human. Then what was he? In the beginning, she hadn’t paid much attention to the telepathic communication as she had heard about mind connectors from Uncle Roy.

"If people ever look down upon you for crying for fictional characters, you should give them a gentle, pitying look and feel bad for them. If they've never cried for a fictional character, then they've never loved one (and what a joy that is). If they've never cried at a book, a movie, or a piece of music, then they've missed one of the great pleasures life has to offer. Just because fiction does not contain things that are real, doesn't mean it doesn't contain the truth, and we find it through the alchemy of our tears." - Cassandra Clare Justin's reply was almost instantaneous. I bow before thee I can't believe you actually sent me a big ass post about this lol. But wouldn't you prefer lovi

The window rolled up, cutting off Charles' completely broken and desperate face. He wasn't done, though. From the sidewalk, he yelled after the car in a raw voice, saying, "Even if you beat me, so what? I'm the male protagonist of this world! I'll take back everything that's mine!" I laughed until tears came to my eyes. Charles' ego was fragile. It was so fragile that, when I first revealed the truth about being a system player in this world, I lied to protect his ego, calling him the male protagonist and Natalia the female protagonist.

They laid me out before Roxanne like a dead fish. I wanted to ask her why she had to destroy me this way. She spoke first. "Look at you," Roxanne said lightly. "This is how a side character is supposed to end. Don't look so surprised. I'm a player too, and I'm the heroine of this world. What gives a mere supporting character like you the nerve to steal my male leads?" So that was it. At that moment, I almost wished she hated me enough to kill me outright. I was done with this game. Done with the mission. I wanted to go home.

“Just look at them. They only have those few things to say, such as me having a mental problem, being indecent, promiscuous, and fooling around with men like the female lead. They insist that the characters in the novel are a reflection of the author. What a joke.” The author chuckled as she went on, “I’m single and I don’t care about men at all. I’ve been traveling around the world. How would I have time to fool around with men? Based on their logic, authors who write ghost stories are ghosts themselves, and those who write murder mysteries and criminals too? How stupid of them.” “Yeah,” Rosalie said. “Novels are all fictional and made-up. Authors write stories based on what they see and he

“It is fiction. These characters must have fantasised about having foreplay and sex like this, so in their mind, they have created the person that doesn’t exist and accept whatever happens afterwards with character growth.” Hayden sat up and looked at me, his gaze intense. “But doesn’t it feel wrong in some way? What if we had first met, and I thought of you as some maid and you thought of me as that stable boy?” “It’s not about us. That is fiction—” “Would you have been thrilled to have sex with me if I had introduced myself as a Navy Seal as soon as we started talking?” No, I would have run away. “Well, of course.” I asked, “Would you have been thrilled to have sex with me if I had introdu

[katalina] I’m with Hunter now. We’re taking the route back home. My body is aching like I’ve been hazed by a fraternity. On our way home, Hunter was so serious on the road. He won’t believe me when I confessed that Bernard was just a fictional character in the book I was reading before. He didn’t know about my past. Nor he deserves to know. Of course, prior to I became a researcher and writer in one, reading pocket novels are my pastime. It helps me to escape the cruel world.

Martina said as she checked all the paper bags. “What man?” Keith’s tone changed and he got concerned. “What do you mean by “WHAT MAN?” A human of course. He said he was a friend of yours and he wanted to meet you. He came in and….” “And you let him in?” Keith interrupted Martina. He was afraid that Henry came to his house and told the truth to his wife. “Can you f*****g calm down please! Let me speak Keith!” Martina busted in anger. “He was a tall handsome man. He seemed really rich so I let him in thinking that he must be here to talk to you about some business. He was wearing a Rolex watch, Adidas shoes and branded clothes as well.