Fictional Politics Novels & Stories

MENTAL ILLNESS AND DISORDER SERIES This fictituos story contains words nor true statement. Names, places,occasions/events, dates, incidents are based on the author's concept. It contains foul languages and any other inappropriate actions. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is purely coincidental. PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME.

Asher I make things up for a living. Not for sport, not for malice, but to keep the gears turning, to keep the machine that is Silver Crest from grinding itself into dust. I deal in politics, and one of the greatest tools a politician like me can possess is the ability to be an excellent liar. It’s not something I’m particularly proud of, but it’s the truth, ironic, isn’t it? The one truth I can admit is that I traffic in falsehoods.

’ the lie was audible, however it did the job. The two strolled for about hundred meters towards the main car park. ‘But why are you asking me that?’ ‘Let’s say am your ardent follower and your posts really intrigue me,’ another lie but this time a better one. Your politics is unique, and maybe it’s high time you thought of working with the government?’ it was a question not a statement. So an answer was expected. ‘I am a free moral agent, I can work anywhere and with anyone.’ ‘But you’re a politician.’

She was fainted Tha-wait. You gotta be kidding me Daphne! She didn't even have a chance to know that Anastacius was there at the incident that day unless she was faking being unconscious. Damn, she faked it! She didn't faint, she was wide awake that day and she didn't even bother to save me or she already knew that they weren't harmful. That Dylan and microwave guy. Don't tell me...........don't tell me that it was just a plan. Fucking bitch of an author who told you to turn a Romantic Novel into a thriller one.

But other than him, there was no other world beyond us there. I couldn’t remember ever having a problem. The world where Kevin and political interference existed felt like a nightmare from our sand beach. One night, while at a pub on the mainland, a foreign couple joined us for drinks. We introduced ourselves with fake names, and they seemed completely unaware of who we were, which was perfect as far as we were concerned. Eventually, the conversation turned to politics and the last election. “That president has become a laughingstock, hasn’t he?” the man snickered, taking a long drink from his mug of beer.

He asked several questions at once. I chuckled darkly, "I don't know which of your questions are to be answered first but I can try by giving you a hint. Since you are so good at picking on me and troubling the ones I love, I decided to try a little game with you." "A game? For goodness's sake, politics is not a game..." "This is where you are wrong, Collins. Politics is a game and if you are to play it, you must have the energy to play it in any way it turns out to be," I said to him.

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.

But no one would ever know the truth behind his final moments, hidden beneath a perfect web of deception. -——————————————————- Months passed, and the city was abuzz with excitement as Ethan Leo was officially elected as the country’s next president. The victory was the culmination of years of ambition, carefully plotted moves, and sacrifices. Ethan’s name was celebrated across the nation, his face plastered on newspapers, his story spun into one of resilience and vision. Little did the world know that behind the polished facade was a man who ruled both the political and criminal realms, his influence stretching far beyond what any voter could comprehend.

"I have followed a lot of political campaigns, have done a lot of research into people who wanted the world to think they were good, Christian people, but most of whom had secrets darker than anything most people could imagine. "I've seen politicians swear to support school reform and help people struggling on welfare while spending millions on sex and booze whenever an opportunity presented itself. I've seen men take perfectly beautiful women and use them until they were nothing more than a shell. I've seen marriages implode, children starve themselves for the sake of beauty, mother's forsake their children because their politics aren't what they think they should be." "Politics are dark, M

“Actually, you might not be entirely wrong. What if you put the two together?” He gasped and started fumbling all over the couch with one hand, keeping the other over his pillow. “Where in the name of the goddess is my phone?” he snarled. “What are you thinking? I asked. My heart slammed against the inside of my ribs, threatening to push through and pop open the pillow I was using to cover my breasts. “I’m thinking, what if somebody hired him to report a smear campaign?” I snorted with a laugh. “Right. Like the most well-respected reporter in all of Orlune would stoop to printing straight-up fiction, just for some disgruntled politician.”