Fiction Reads Novels & Stories

"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."

Opening my phone, I type out the perfect text. -Hey! How are you?- Faith. I’m a literary genius, clearly. I groan, disappointed with my conversation starting skills as I wait for a text message to come through. Three very long and disappointing minutes pass and I decide reading makes time move much faster than staring at the device I’m basically begging to ding. I pick up my romance novel and immediately I’m sucked in. A dashing prince is racing against time to grab the magic tears of the moon so he can turn his beloved into her human form so they can finally be together.