Fiction Reader Novels & Stories

The flowers and the greenery looked so inviting; I was beginning to forget the scent of nature and the feeling of the breeze on my skin and in my hair. I turned to the long shelf to find something to read to help pass the time. But most of the books were biological journals and some other non-fiction. And I wanted to read fiction; maybe some lying on pages and dreamy characters could help with the boredom. I roamed through the shelves carefully looking for something. Just when I thought the search was going to be harder, I found a few and decided to read the one with the prettiest covers. The book was so interesting; I didn’t know fiction was so good. I never really gave them a chance becaus

I turn around and take a look at those. "They don't feel the same anymore", I tell him. He immediately frowns in confusion. "So, you got bored with ROMANCE?" "No. But there's a reason", I say, leaning against the shelf and placing my palm over the books. Then I slowly trace my hand over them. "And the reason is—" he leans back too, a foot of distance between us but we can clearly hear each other whispering. "People who read romance, mostly women—" I giggle. "They want to escape reality. So, they can find more beautiful things in fiction"

She writes about book men like a woman full and wild with experience which is quite the opposite of this dear author for she has never actually experienced life quite yet! In real life, our famous author is quiet, withdrawn, and far more comfortable inside her imagination than in anyone’s arms. That’s until her fiction starts watching her back. When a mysterious reader begins sending her deeply personal gifts and unsettlingly precise notes, Alessia is forced to confront the possibility that someone out there sees her far too clearly. Someone who doesn’t just read her stories but understands her.

I don't have any pending assignments right now, so I thought I'd read a story on the Good Novel app first. Ever since I couldn't buy physical books anymore, I started reading different stories about fantasy and romance on this app. At least I'm having fun, especially when I'm stressed out over school work and other stuff. I'm reading Miss Thinz's story Her Ruthless Alpha because I love Erdy and Zerra's story. I hope I can find a man like Erdy. They're not just handsome and rich, but they're also really loving and caring. But those kinds of men can only exist in novels.

It's a fucking visual disaster. Everywhere I turn to is full of couples kissing and smooching each other. I hate them. I hate them all. I hate the pangs of desire they awaken in me. Why can't they just get a room? Why do they have to remind me of how miserable I am? I am Selene, the girl no one wants. Right from elementary school, I can count on my fingers the numbers of friends I have had and there will still be some fingers left. I thought it will be better in college but it seems like I still have the cloak of invisibility draped over me.

"Is it one of those raunchy books with shirtless men carrying scabbards on the cover." "Sin." She gasped. "How do you know about those?" "I'm not telling. I have to reserve some level of mystery. I can't believe you read those. Cathleen, you naughty girl." She sucked in a breath, her eyes flashing. "Fictional men are so hot." I raised a brow at her. "There's something about a man doing absolutely deranged things to get and keep his woman. And the groveling." She groaned. "The groveling might be my favorite part."

“To her. To both of us. I don’t know. It’s blurry.” Delilah lets out a bark of laughter. “Okay, great. Now you’re starring in your own fanfiction.” “It’s not funny.” “It’s hilarious. You need a therapist. Or a priest.” “I’ve been reading these books, okay? The kind where the guy is dangerous and obsessive and completely wrong, but the girl still falls for him because he sees all of her. And I keep imagining Professor Montelli with his hand in my hair and his mouth at my throat and—”

Scarlett's POV Suddenly, the rustling of paper caught my attention. I turned around just in time to see Liam holding the draft I had left on my desk. My stomach instantly twisted into knots. "Put that down," I said quickly, stepping forward. But Liam didn’t listen. Instead, his dark eyes skimmed over the words, and to my horror, he started reading aloud. "Fiona is the female protagonist. She has been in love with the male lead for the past four years..."

Fiona hurried towards the elevator, she couldn’t wait to leave her work place which felt like a sexual incantation to her lately. Colt screamed sex and she was loosing her cool. It was a good thing that it was past work time, she couldn’t wait to get home, have a cold bath and indulge in chocolates, reading a romance novel written by Bella that she didn’t even believe in the contents but had to do it anyways because to her, true love only exist in books and of course waiting for another day in sexual torture for a whole week until it was weekend when she could finally make her escape for a weekend without sexual tensions, which was becoming occasionally lately. She couldn’t remember the last

sabi niya saka tumayo na. I can't still process everything. Everything seems so impossible. It's like something I didn't expect to happen. I've read a lot of fiction but nothing compares to this reality. The reality is scary. Reading books is like stepping into the world of fiction, but if you close the book again, you'll be back to the reality where the things in the book is less likely to happen in real life. "Cap," bati ni Jungle. I know it's Fauve. I can smell his scent.