Fictions Opposite Novels & Stories

"A grubby schmuck waltzing into Regal International? Security! What's this place coming to, letting in street scum? It's revolting!" His cronies piled on. "Hey, don't soil the rugs." "Mark, remember? This guy is all principled, claiming money means nothing. Now that his gimpy girlfriend is history, he is here trolling for a rich benefactress?" Their malicious cackles reverberated through the lobby. Enduring their fabricated slander, I fixed Mark with a steely glare and ground my teeth. "Back off!" Mark's expression soured. "Say that again!" He lunged forward, shoving me with brutal strength.

A prior false statement once supported with a chain of greater misrepresentations could only be coupled proportionally by an insurmountable amount of audacity to live up to one’s beliefs and ideology or the complete lack of it. But if half of our mortal speech is purely falsity thus meaningless then, on the very least, the other half could be worth our time and consideration. We would never get acquainted with honesty had we not known deceit. This is a universe of opposites, inverses and contradictions. It is partly because we are sometimes defined by who we are not and not entirely by what we are made of.

she said, her eyes holding a dark, commanding light. They obeyed, moving like men in a dream. Leo rose, his lean frame unfolding, his curved cock still semi-hard, glistening with her ass’s lubrication and his own spill. Marcus stood taller, his powerful shoulders flexing, his long, straight cock dangling, coated in her pussy’s fluids. They faced each other, naked, exposed, with Anya kneeling between them like a queen surveying her warriors. “Swap,” she commanded. Leo blinked. Marcus’s lips curled into a faint, understanding smirk.

He believed in the fact that hard work is the key to success which Keith Jonas didn't really agree to but obviously always had to pretend to. Mr. Paul was a person who was hard to please and he never trusted anyone easily. But Keith somehow managed to gain his trust within the time period of 5 years. Yes. 5 damn years. Keith was one of the most trustworthy person of Mr. Paul after his son. But deep down he felt something strange about Keith. Something odd. “I calculated the revenue for this month but I saw a difference of 500$ in the total amount.” “But... I’m the one who calculates the revenue for each month... why did you bother Mr. Paul” Keith hesitated and turned his face towards the sho

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.

It's all a fantasy. Fable has been my escape. An unhealthy one. A safe pretend world where I could bury myself. Just like how Zee cried after she finished the final Harry Potter book, or how Jamie bases so much of her worth on the fictional version of herself that lives across a thousand Instagram pics, in the comments and likes of a thousand strangers. Just carefully constructed lies to comfort and lull. Dreams.

"I don't want them to see me with you" "You talked like I'm a maniac" "Aren't you?" I rolled my eyes "Not funny" "Let's get things straight Jones, I'm not a bad person. We're just two different person" I nodded "I know that you're not a bad person. It's just happened that you have those beautiful ice orbs. You said different? You mean... You're cold? And I'm jolly? You're quiet? And I'm loud? You're rich? And I'm not? You're beautiful? And I'm not? Yeah we're totally different"

She walk away with out a backward glance. "She really hates me Frank!" Douglas said sadly. "No! It's not that. It is just the working of a woman's mind just don't stop to win her favor she will get around. For what it's worth there's a thin line between love and hate. You will be anxious if she does react to your presence, it means she doesn't care. Indifference is the opposite of love remember that."

Like recognizing the shape of a word before you’ve learned to say it. “Maybe we knew each other in another life,” she joked. Gabriel laughed. “Maybe.” They talked a while longer. About nothing and everything. How she liked her coffee black. How he hated cigars but kept one in his briefcase because his uncle insisted it made him look more powerful. How they both liked jazz. How neither of them liked small talk but found it hard to leave the conversation. When the bartender refilled her glass, Aurora leaned in just slightly. “I have another show in two nights,” she said. “If you were staying longer, I’d invite you.”

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.