Fictional Epub Novels & Stories

I guess ignoring is better. With that decision made, I finally controlled my breathing but felt her holding my hand in a hurry asking, "Does my son like you?" I stared at her in shock while trying to understand what is she trying to ask me and nodded when she repeated the question. "Really? This is not just some fallacy to overcome bad articles that were passed?" she asked and I continued to stare at her in shock. "You know, Aunty?" I asked as I remember everyone saying she shouldn't know about the contract or any of this fake scheme that we fabricated because of those news articles.

[katalina] I’m with Hunter now. We’re taking the route back home. My body is aching like I’ve been hazed by a fraternity. On our way home, Hunter was so serious on the road. He won’t believe me when I confessed that Bernard was just a fictional character in the book I was reading before. He didn’t know about my past. Nor he deserves to know. Of course, prior to I became a researcher and writer in one, reading pocket novels are my pastime. It helps me to escape the cruel world.

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.

Raeleigh Campbell POV Pouring myself a glass of wine, I walk back to the sofa. I thought the worst was over and done with. When I logged back into my I*******m, something I didn’t do often. I hated being online, seeing what everyone’s hot takes are when it came to me. I curl on the sofa pulling the blanket to my chest. Taking a sip of my white wine. my feed is flooded. God this was out of control, I’m surprised I haven’t gotten a call from Whittney yet.