Fiction Reader Novels & Stories

Sprinted to the door, I pulled it open, not expecting it to open, but it did, causing my heart to swell in joy. Ambling to the shelf, my eyes darted round the various book covers. Fiction was my favorite book to read because the best thing about reading was to be able to escape from your life, to be able to read hundreds or even thousands of other lives. Non-fiction does not have that power, it does not change you the way fiction does. To me, if you are not affected somehow, even if it is the slightest change, you are not reading the right book. I would love to think that every novel I have read has become a part of me and created who I am in a sense.

“I can’t believe you actually read this shit. It’s fucking hilarious. This dude just came like five times inside this chick, like right in a row. In what universe is that even believable?” Oh my God, of course he’d found a sex scene of all things. “It’s fiction,” I argued defensively as I yanked my Kindle from his hand. “I like it a little bit unbelievable. That’s why I read it, you moron. To escape the real world. If I wanted believable, I’d just stop reading and return to my life.” “Yeah, but she called his dick a meat shaft.” “Oh my God.” I scowled. “You’re one of those annoying people who quibble over every little detail in a book, aren’t you?”

"You know nothing about me, Cairen. But I don't read romance. It's cliche.” I have never read a fiction book in my life. It's boring and gives me a headache. “Romance is not cliche. It shows true love and how the characters struggle in the name of love,” I remarked, biting my lips not to laugh. Zach wrinkled his nose like I was saying a nasty thing. "Why is it called fiction? It's not a real thing that happened. I would rather read about things that happened in real life than bullshit imagination," he grumpily said.

He hated her and for sure didn’t want her help. Once again, she walked to the same study room and thought of waiting for him while scanning the books. From fictional romance to nonfiction world’s reality, there are hundreds of books to engage the readers. Her finger senses the spine of books like she could feel the words inside it, reading them softly, when Samson entered the room quietly.

“Do you want me to tell you about my mermaid?” “First, explain why you read books when your friend is visiting.” “Because we both like reading? What kind of question is that? You read constantly. You should understand.” “I read when I’m alone.” “That’s only half the fun. She reads really filthy books about bikers and mafia bosses, and I read historical romances full of ball gowns and elaborate courtship rituals. Then we read each other the best passages.” She was getting animated now, hands moving as she talked. “So Daphne ’s contributions are like ‘Jax and Teague ripped my clothes off and we had this insane threesome and I came five times,’ and mine are full-page descriptions of flowers blo

Biting my nail, I opened my Kindle app from my phone and scrolled through the romance novels. I’d never been a huge romance reader, more of fantasy and sci-fi, but it wouldn’t hurt, would it? To gain a little experience? I giggled to myself and opened up the first one with a buff guy on the front. I’ll just read a few chapters.

Finally, little by little, they ended up together. This is an undeniably good story. Lei’s favorite genre has always been fantasy. He especially like those fantasy novels where he can enjoy the process of the character's growth, chapter by chapter. It gives him the feeling of being with the main character, venturing the danger and growing along with him. Lei smiled in satisfaction. As he was about to read the first chapter, something inexplicably came to his mind. He frowned, scrutinizing the book closely. He began to read the synopsis again from the beginning. Upon reading it twice, he suddenly fell into a deep thought.

Those beautiful yet sharp eyes regard me with the same intensity that they gave me in my dream. “Well, fuck.” I curse under my breath. * * * Dear Gentle Readers, any idea what on Earth is happening? Do tell your theories in the review/comment section. Thank you and stay safe! P.S. Clarabelle's story is called "Fuck You and All of Your Bullshits" and it is available here on GoodNovel.

I didn't want to give her false hope or extend the courtesy of disrespect a bit further. "Can I get you something to drink? With all that has happened, you need a drink." "Nah, I'm good. I just want to relax with a book in my hand." I forced a smile. I bounced on the soft chair, with a throw pillow in between my legs. I picked up Interview With The Vampire by Anne Rice. I was finally able to concentrate even if I was a little on edge. I have always loved the narration of characters when reading her books. You were not just living in the scenes of the story but also in the mind of the characters. I opened the book and I realized it was the first edition. The author depicts knowledge of things

Why was that? "Did I offend you by any chance, Fifi?" Faith widened her eyes at this. " Of course not! We have only met. How could you have offended me? What a question?" Shaking her head, she turned away and muttered under her breath," It's because of you that I cannot read and now I am imagining Mr Darcy with you face. " "You said something?" "No. Nothing." Seeing that she was not required to take the guest around the campus anymore, Faith decided she could return to finishing off her book. Of course, it wasn't as if she had not read Pride and Prejudice but she particularly enjoyed reading the book.