Fictional Epub Novels & Stories

She has all the time in the world and seems to be on a one-woman mission to fill every second of it with garbage. One of QD's most recent hobbies is the collection of "emptistories," or "empty stories." These are essentially stock plots, removed from their characters and particulars. She secretly believes these emptistories will somehow give her an edge over the Creator God, though even she isn't sure of how exactly that might play out. This hobby is, in part, the primary reason that so many places and people have names from real-world fiction and myth, as she suggested them from material acquired from other dimensions.

Once we finished, and the living room had quieted down, I grabbed my laptop, which was thankfully not ruined, and opened it to the paper I had tried to write in the library. I stared at what I had written already, and I knew it was fiction, but it just felt so fake and non-genuine. It wasn’t something I was proud enough to hand in. I thought heavily about the events that happened today and I thought about how amazed I was when Joseph Evergreen appeared out of nowhere and helped me. He’s done this numerous times already.

**This story features reluctance and non-consent as well as sex between a stepfather and his daughter. It is rough and hard and deeply unrealistic. This is fiction and only fiction, every fictional character is over eighteen and it should be read as fantasy, entirely unrelated to anything remotely acceptable in the real world. Nothing about this is okay, but it is hot to read fictional characters experiencing it. Apparently I am procrastinating my real life by writing far too many pieces of erotica about far too many different characters. Enjoy.**

Andrew explains as he shrugs, "That's what I told you! Wolfies only exist in books today." Fictional books... Unlike in my day, books are all about facts about werewolves. Only a few novel types. Most titles of the books here are stating someone without actually telling their names: The Rogue Alpha, The Despicable Luna, The Rejected Beta... My Silver Wolf!? But what happened? Why are they fiction if I exist? "Auntie," Linly mumbles, "do we have to know about werewolves today? We should just go back since we can't find any clue."

GREEK BIKER BILLIONAIRE Y U R I _____________________________________________________________________ Bella Diana Characters, Place, Events or Any incidents are only a Products of the Author's imagination, Premonitions by our Pysche's in a semi fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual person, living, dead or events are coincidental. This story may not be reproduced in any material form or transmitted to any persons without permission to the author. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- _____________________________

Mukhang tuwang-tuwa pa yata ang gago. "That was why I am here now to give you the epilogue of my letter. " That made me frowned at him in disbelief pagkasabi nya dun. Is he out of his blasted mind? "Epilogue? Pinaglololoko mo ba'ko? Anong palagay mo sa sulat mong 'yon? Isang kwento sa libro na may prologue at epilogue??" "Well, it was my letter so I can add anything I want with it. Don't you think so?" Came his arrogant answer with a shrug on his shoulder.

I stayed silent for a long time before I finally spoke. My voice was hoarse and unfamiliar. “The house my mother left me is still in Sienna’s hands.” “Can you help me to get it back?” Sebastian shot me a glare full of barely contained frustration. “My aunt’s property? Don’t worry. I’ll get every last bit back for you. No need for you to fret.” He pushed a glass of whiskey toward me. “I’m just afraid once your wounds heal, you’ll forget the pain.”

Realizing there was no escape from the situation and being okay with it. I held my breath though I'm not sure why. It would only make me suffer. I once read in a book that drowning was a peaceful way to pass, just one intake of water and your lungs can no longer work properly. It's like going to sleep and never waking up. For a split second I thought about doing it, just to get the pain I was feeling to be over. I paid attention to my heartbeat. I held my breath though I'm not sure why. It would only make me suffer. I once read in a book that drowning was a peaceful way to pass, just one intake of water and your lungs can no longer work properly.

Those beautiful yet sharp eyes regard me with the same intensity that they gave me in my dream. “Well, fuck.” I curse under my breath. * * * Dear Gentle Readers, any idea what on Earth is happening? Do tell your theories in the review/comment section. Thank you and stay safe! P.S. Clarabelle's story is called "Fuck You and All of Your Bullshits" and it is available here on GoodNovel.

4. Gavin has finished his pancakes and is now sipping from his coffee, watching me with a neutral expression. I again push the book away from me, as if prolonged contact with it could hurt me, somehow. Which is ridiculous. It’s just a journal full of stories, that’s all. So what if Gavin’s story about the Pital girl was eerily accurate? Gavin wrote fiction for a living, he made stuff up. That’s what writers do, right? Make stuff up.