Novel & Cerita Fiction Reader

You enjoy the fluff, get your panties wet during the snu-snu moments, and fantasize about things that only happen in fiction. 'You like to read these crappy books because you want to fantasize about the things that you can never have. These books make up for your boring reality. These books have twisted your expectations of a real man. You drool over fictional characters but you won't look at a real man,' My younger brother had chastised me once, 'and these authors make your wallet thinner by manipulating your mindset and making you addicted.'

Everyone else is treating me differently, even though I feel the same. My regular phone rings as I walk further into my room. Looking at it, I’m pleasantly pleased to see that it is Nancy texting me now, not Wes with more terrible books to give. I open the message. I have a recommendation for you, based on what we talked about. I really think you are going to like this one. It was pretty eye opening for me. Mild really, but a good place for beginners. I blush fiercely but I still click on the link. It leads to a website of fanfiction. I don’t recognize the series it is linked too, so none of the characters are familiar to me.

Lyra About two months ago my friend Elsie that I met years ago in Italy sent me a book, In her words a naughty little treat. So while Maddox and the other men were outside training I decided to start reading; well holly fuck. She was not wrong, I have been reading for about two hours now and haven't moved off my bed. It definitely lives up to its name A Taste of Sin. I have never slept with a Fae, but boy I am more than curious. Makes me wonder about the author, Eliza Selmer. Bet she’s a naughty girl, the thought makes me laugh.

With crossed legs, I was flipping through the pages of the romance novel I was reading but I wasn't going past the first few paragraphs which I had re-read more than three times. The words blurred before my eyes for the third time in less than ten minutes. I wasn’t even following the story anymore. My eyes might have been trained on the book, but my mind was elsewhere. It had been a few days already but my mind was still consumed by the memory of the event I had attended with Finn. Correction: the event I walked into alone, after Raiden asked me to. Letting out a low and soft sigh, I threw the book on the low table, adjusting myself on my chair.

The day had been long and tiring, full of unexpected events. I bent over to set the alarm for tomorrow and reached for my book. I have been engrossed in a collection of traditional fairytales with a mafia spin. They were captivating, and I cherished the quiet moments when I could indulge in reading them. Stephanie Swann was one of my favourite authors, and I loved the worlds she created in her books, especially the morally ambiguous male characters and fierce female leads. After devouring three chapters, I glanced at the clock and sighed in disappointment, realizing I would have to wait until tomorrow to read more.

They were both impressed that I have already published a half dozen books that have been fairly successful. “I love the Erotic Wizard book you wrote,” Fiona purred. It amazed me that she had already read one of my books. “I get aroused every time I think about those steamy sex scenes you described,” she announced openly. There was a short silence that followed and Franny was grinning broadly when I glanced over at her.

A smile that had the Smith women swooning and had Claire rolling her eyes with disinterest. "I read when I get time" Only thing I read was fire manuals and a daily magazine on how to grill your meat right. Nothing more. "Really? Well I guess we have our man. How about you start us off Mr Cutler?" Claire challenged. I looked at the book's cover. Shameless they called it. More like trying to write porn on pages if anyone asked me. I had frisked the pages. Roughly and every page had a sex scene about the female lead getting stretched and filled with—

Perfect. As I flipped through the chapters, the story heated up fast. The protagonist, a shy librarian much like me, was cornered in the stacks by a dominant stranger. His hands roamed her body without mercy, fingers teasing her nipples until they ached, then dipping lower to claim her wetness. I shifted on the couch, feeling that familiar tingle between my legs. God, why did these books always get me so worked up? My thighs pressed together instinctively, seeking friction.

I closed my eyes, remembering the exact moment where she wriggled underneath my weight. I snapped out of it, accepting the realities of the world. I was drawn back almost immediately to the same thought of touching Scarlett. I had desires that could only be quenched by her, but somehow, I just know it's not going to happen. “Dare come back to my head, and I'll torture you.” I growled, unsure if I was now threatening thoughts. But then, no one fights thoughts with thoughts. They are fought with words. I picked up the book, and I started reading. I wasn't so shocked to discover that it was a fictional book about vampires. I hissed at it, although I kept reading. It had just the right situation

Books are oxygen for the literate. For me, there's no other way to breathe. Breathing comes naturally to living organisms. For a nerd with a perfect attendance record and zero friends, air fills my lungs, and words fill my head. I like filling my head with facts, opinions, and fanfiction. There's nothing better than reading Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings fanfics on a Friday night.