Fiction Web Novels & Stories

Note: Hahaha Stupid creators, Learn from your daddy this OP system. Looking at the description Lucifer felt that the system was too bold and started sweating thinking about the harsh penalties for the guild. Unlike other games, Virtual Dream collected biometrics promising privacy and only for authentication use and it meant once you were banned, you cannot make another account and it took harassment cases seriously as the player could report a player with dreamcording, which the development team will reply with. The system was really merciless as 20 gold coins per month was very costly even for pro Players who usually used their gaming knowledge, information and experience to earn the maximu

I gather facts more than a reporter, search more than a detective. I take out my phone and open the browser. The internet is full of information. I am sure I can find one about this mysterious Mr. Fiction; I tell myself as I type on the g****e search bar. I feel the hesitation linger with doubt starts clouding my mind. What if I am not ready to find out about him? What if it is not something I am prepared for?

She violently wrenched her arms out of my grip. "Are you completely insane?" Fiona laughed, crossing her arms as she looked down her nose at me. "Do you honestly think you’re the only smart person in this school? Do you think I’m an idiot? I researched Victor Vance myself, Christa. His website is verified, his corporate registration is active, and his offices are real." "It’s a ghost network, Fiona! It’s designed to look real to teenagers like us—"

I go through the company database on the wereweb, to see who has coders and then I can go from there. The wereweb is kind of like the darkweb, you need to know how to get there, but once there it’s the same as the normal internet, just meant for the wolf/Lycan community. There's the vampweb, faeweb, superweb etc. As cool as superweb sounds it is literally just where all species can converge and interact together. The only interesting places to go there are the chats though, lots of drama, don’t need a telenovela when you have access to that site! The biggest difference is the fact that, as far as I am aware, there is very little in the way of iniquitous intentions on there.

he muttered, more to himself than to her. Downstairs, he walked toward the wine bar. He selected a bottle of white wine without reading the label, uncorked it, and poured a glass nearly to the brim. *** In her bedroom, Wendy sat cross-legged on her bed, laptop open in front of her. The fake cult website dominated the screen. Gory dramatic fonts, eerie imagery, fabricated testimonials. It looked disturbingly real. Her phone buzzed again. She flinched before glancing at it. Another message. Another screenshot. Another classmate asking if it was true. Her throat tightened. Tears blurred her vision.

I grab it and check the screen. Kiki wants to FaceTime. I click accept as soon as I see the name. Kiki is what I call Kieran, my best friend since we started high school. We met as freshmen on our school’s soccer team, and I knew from the moment he opened his mouth that we’d get along. He’s this tiny half-Japanese kid with fluffy brown hair and more energy than a chihuahua with a chew toy. He’s barely grown since, but that just adds to his whole cute schtick – though it’s not as endearing as his smile. Kieran is always smiling, usually accompanied with a big, bubbly laugh that I would personally call a giggle.

Though he has stopped monitoring the island every moment… The world that was crazed with digitalization had finally learnt to take a break, to talk, to love, to feel, to unplug but how long this change will last only future can tell…. Authors note: I hope you enjoyed reading Fictitious Reality. It often becomes difficult to distinguish between Fiction and Reality. In such times we should not panic. We should use our wit and reasoning to make the right judgement. Do let me know what you think about this book through COMMENTS and REVIEWS.

He closed the folder slowly, almost reverently, as if sealing a fate. “Oh, I won’t need to take it back,” he replied. “Knight will. He’ll scramble to rewrite it, to bury it, to control it — and in doing so, he’ll destroy himself. That’s the beauty of it. The truth doesn’t need to be real… just believable.” The woman tilted her head. “And what if it is real?” Sebastian’s smirk deepened. “Then it’s just more poetic.” __________