Fiction Reads Novels & Stories

“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.”

“I know what you mean. I had one too—it was a family outing for us, going to the library. My mom insisted my brother and I read books if we wanted to play video games. I was that nerdy kid who actually preferred reading to gaming. I guess it carried over into adulthood.” Fiona’s gaze focused on his face, and one side of her mouth smirked. “Nothing wrong with that.” Handing the book back to him, she continued to investigate the books lining the shelves. “Do you have a favorite in here or in one of the boxes?” Chris chuckled. “Well, having a degree in English Literature, you’d think so. But I love so many of them. I’m partial to the classics—Keats and Shelley, Lord Byron, Shakespeare…”

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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.

“I can’t even imagine how many books are in here.” “Too many,” Leo replied with a faint chuckle. “Most of them are just for show. But there are a few I actually read.” “Let me guess,” Chloe teased. “Crime novels? Or maybe biographies of great leaders?” “Guilty,” he admitted in a warm voice. “And you?” “I always loved fiction,” she said, a wistful note creeping into her voice. “Fantasy, mostly. Stories about impossible worlds, where anything could happen.” “Maybe one day, you’ll pick one off the shelves here,” Leo said gently. “Who knows? You might find a new favourite.”

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.

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.

I finally had a moment to breathe. Pulling out my phone, I opened my favorite novel app. I scrolled through until I landed on the one I’d recently started reading—a supernatural romance set in a world not too different from my own, except with packs, blood ties, and fated mates. A small smile curved my lips as I dove into the story. I don’t know how long I sat there, lost in the fictional world. The real one melted away with every swipe of the screen. My eyes scanned eagerly across each line, and I found myself smiling, frowning, even softly gasping at certain twists.

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.

Just like how Gior became her favorite character right now, she felt a deep bond with a fictitious character. It's funny to think that way, but once you read something, you'll feel every certain emotion that the story was trying to convey to you. This time the story was about the certain pain you will feel when you lose someone important. Good thing that she is already comfortably sitting in her fluffy and soft bed with her laptop at the top of her folding laptop table. Aesthelia planned to read genres such as supernatural and fantasy, to feel the ounces of excitement, motivation, and determination. To obtain and be knowledgeable in terms of fiction about supernatural and magical existence.