Fiction Reads Novels & Stories

Felza's blushed, her neck flushed red, “You can't lie, it's written all over your face. You literally called me fat.” “You’re not.” I said, almost seriously, “You look perfect.” “Then I'll excuse you for some time. I have to complete this book.” I stared at the book in her hands, slightly curious, “Is that a dark romance book?” “How did you know?” Felza asked, slightly baffled, “You read dark romance books as well?” she looked rather shocked when I nodded slowly, not tearing my eyes from hers, “I've enjoyed reading books like that for years.” I lied, wanting to impress her. Felza laughed out loud, “What a surprise? Most people hate books like this. What's your favorite?”

“Of course not. It’s just a house . . . my house, as you said.” “I can’t believe it. You’re Mr. Horror, and you don’t believe in ghosts? How is that even possible?” “Okay, Bias, I’m going to blow your mind with one hell of a revelation about writers and their stories. I’m pretty sure Lewis Carroll never fell down a rabbit hole into a magical Wonderland; it doesn’t seem likely that Anne Rice believes in vampires; and I highly doubt J.K. Rowling has met any real wizards. That’s what makes it fiction and not nonfiction.”

The usual genres one would expect to find at a book fair, too: history, fiction, non-fiction, folklore, fantasy, fairytales… everything. I had wondered and hoped that I could find the fiction book about the female alpha, but there was nothing of the sort to be found. I would rummage through the boxes each day, hoping to find something, but nothing. Nothing at all. Picking up a large pile of books from a box, I strolled towards a table that was getting empty to fill it up again.

Ryden’s was good, though. Even I could tell, despite the sneering he got from others. Ryden wrote historical fiction, something I’d never read but that drew me in every time I heard it. Of course, it could have just been Ryden’s voice reading it, but I tried not to think about that.

He could’ve stayed at his office for overtime. She finally asked him tonight but he didn’t bother answering her. Rolling her eyes at him and turning away, she opened an app on her phone to read. She finds reading stories is less boring than reference books. She only likes short ones, though. She doesn’t have the patience to read full-length novels. Not even a novella. She wants to finish reading a story within an hour. Melissa laid on the couch, with him in her view and her body on display for him. She smirked as a naughty plan occurred to him. Well, there were some bed scenes on the story she’s reading and they’re quite descriptive of what’s going on between the characters.

Which she placed all her story books since her mother couldn't afford to buy her a shelf. Grinning, Ria rummaged through the books. To her surprise, it was filled with romance novels. She had no idea her icy boss reads romance books. "This is a discovery" Ria mumbled as she picked up a book and peered at the cover. "It ends with us" she read aloud.

When you read a book what are your expectations from its ink?. Is it something relatable that draws you closer ?.Or something new and fascinating ?. Or maybe you want a story you can remember as you come across something similar to what you have read?. Or maybe it is the picture created. Self-help, Fantasy, Science fiction, Mystery, new age Romance, Humor, Philosophy, Thriller, Action, adventure, etc (i assume you know that this list is endless) I based all my stories on a theme that few will grab, hold it tight, cherish it as long as the taste hasn't reached its disutility while you consume its view. These thoughts aren't from outside the box, they are merely from within those ignored space

She rattled on about how she loves to read books especially love stories and how happy she’s to get a new friend who happens to share the same hobby with her. I don’t fancy love stories because I can easily predict what’s gonna happen next like who wouldn’t? Besides, it’s kind of boring to read the same plot repeatedly; boy meeting the girl, girl meeting the boy, starting from simple infatuation to attraction, then one of’em will confess, and BAM! They start dating and blah blah blah. It’s predictable. I’d rather read genres like adventure, action, crime, thriller, fantasy, etc., where things’re not much predictable plus you’ve to use your brain. At least you can learn something new. “Here w

THEMES: Dark and Intense, Incubus- X- Human, Demon- X- Human, Filthy tone, Accidental demon summoning, Memory reading, Blackmail pre plot, Risky fuck, Public setting, Fucking in a Library, Aftercare, Revenge, Spell Gone Wrong, Spell circle, Trapped in a Spell circle rune.

"You want more of this. I can see it in your eyes." Lily’s eyes were now clouded with a mix of fear and pure lust. She was finally breaking, her hands gripping the edge of the table until her knuckles turned white. I kept the slow, teasing pace on her now-soaked panties. “No… ah… I… I don't want anything,” she rasped out. I smiled. “Really? Then read. Take your book and read.” My finger pressed, sending pressure to her needing clit. "Ahhh… I... I can't think when you do that," she gasped.