Fiction Novels & Stories

I really just needed a drink and a book. I walked in the house and noticed that it was too quiet. I guess the kids was in bed and Damien was staying out of my way. I was dog tired. I just wanted some kind of peace. I went in the kitchen and poured myself a glass of wine. As i was putting the bottle back, i thought about my day and decided i need the whole bottle. I'll deal with the headache in the morning. I'll be worth it. I knew Damien was waiting for be upstairs in my bedroom but he'll just be waiting. I grabbed my book and curled up in my favorite chair with a throw blanket. My plan was to get lost in someone else life until i was too tired to even think about what a mess mines had becom

"Mr. Whitfield, it's not like that! Rachel was the one who tore up the original proposal to intentionally sabotage our partnership! She has always been narrow-minded and intensely jealous. Now that she's jumped ship to your company, she's definitely just doing this to get revenge on us!" This was probably her usual trick. She thought that shedding a few tears in front of men would boost her credibility and win their forgiveness. I stood to the side, my arms crossed, and spoke calmly. "Walsh & Co. should have security cameras. We'd know exactly who tore up the proposal if we just checked the footage. "Mr. Whitfield's willingness to trust me is based on my professional capabilities. Flora, are

And in that quiet hospital room, surrounded by the smell of antiseptic and the hum of machines, Amira finally believed in something she hadn’t dared to before. A future. THE END AUTHOR- 📚GENEVA .A. ZWICKER📚

"Who the hell are you? This is Lucy's house. What does it have to do with you?" "Seriously, there are all kinds of shameless people these days." The others immediately joined in. I didn't waste a single word arguing with them. Instead, I walked straight to the front door and pressed my hand against the fingerprint scanner. With a sharp beep, the door unlocked. Everyone froze in shock. But then the same relative suddenly spat on the ground and shouted, "So that's it! You secretly changed the locks!" A few younger relatives chimed in indignantly. "Hey, old lady, are you jealous because Lucy has such a perfect love story?"

Rene’s POV The rain beat hard against my bedroom window. I looked over at my empty bed, rubbing the cool emptiness. If Nathan were there, he’d wrap his long legs around me, as he embraced her. “Don’t worry, beautiful. We have to have a little rain if we want the flowers,” he’d always say. I thought about calling Lisa, but changed my mind when I looked at the time on my phone. It was nearly 3 a.m. I turned on the lamp on my nightstand and reached for the remote. After a few times scrolling through the channels, I couldn’t find anything to watch that interested me. I looked at my phone and, without thinking, decided to FaceTime the one person who i thought could be up.

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.

Ah, I've been waiting for that question since earlier. "I'm glad you asked. You see, this is the real world. Reality. But what you're living in could be called another world, but a different world where people from the real world such as us, create plots and characters to our own liking. That is what we call a book, or a novel. We read it but you get to live a life in that world of yours with your own thoughts, dreams, ideals, ambition, interests and actions, but it will all follow according to the Author's plot. And if the story is finished, I'm not sure what happens next. And the world you are living in is called 'Endless Poison Love', its a fantasy-romance novel." I explained.

I added the photograph to the end of the file. Labeled it: Unconfirmed chapter. Possibly imagined. Possibly true. But worth writing either way.

Ornais shook his head, he knew that this would end badly. Daniel closed his eyes and focused on Abigail. Soon he was inside her nightmare. He watched as a version of himself massaged her head. Daniel found it entertaining how he had invaded her inner mind from just one “accidental encounter”. The nightmare turned very quickly as imagined version of himself starting burning the places on Abigail’s head his fingers touched. Then the chair turned around and Abigail looked as if she was staring at a ghost.

Kinuha niya ang towel sa tabi at tinuyo ang sarili. Tinuloy ko ang pagbabasa ko sa nobelang nakalimutan kong tapusin basahin. Huli ko yatang nabasa ito noong tinawagan ako ni Tito na may dumating sa agency na humihingi ng protection. And that was Zykiel, almost three years na ang nakakaraan. "You're still reading that novel?" Tanong niya at humilig sa tabi ko. Iniunan niya ang braso niya sa ulo ko at nakitingin sa binabasa ko.