Good Realistic Fiction Novels & Stories

I was beginning to think this marriage wasn’t bad after all. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “There is no such thing as a good story. There is only something like a good book. A good book is where a reader finds complete solace and comfort; a way to escape harsh realities relating to his life” - R.A Higheels If you liked this chapter, please consider leaving a review!

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.

“Of course not. It’s just a house . . . my house, as you said.” “I can’t believe it. You’re Mr. Horror, and you don’t believe in ghosts? How is that even possible?” “Okay, Bias, I’m going to blow your mind with one hell of a revelation about writers and their stories. I’m pretty sure Lewis Carroll never fell down a rabbit hole into a magical Wonderland; it doesn’t seem likely that Anne Rice believes in vampires; and I highly doubt J.K. Rowling has met any real wizards. That’s what makes it fiction and not nonfiction.”

"I read those too. And I wouldn't hesitate to admit it." "Fine. I'm a romance reader. Because life is beautiful in the romance world. All that gorgeous, unrealistic nonsense authors sell us, the perfect love, the whole thing." I let out a small laugh. "I know it's ridiculous. But I love them. Even if that kind of love only exists in books." His response wasn't what I expected. "Who told you it wasn't real?" "What?" "Every story, fiction or not, comes from something true. Someone lived a piece of it first."

“Of course not. It’s just a house . . . my house, as you said.” “I can’t believe it. You’re Mr. Horror, and you don’t believe in ghosts? How is that even possible?” “Okay, Bias, I’m going to blow your mind with one hell of a revelation about writers and their stories. I’m pretty sure Lewis Carroll never fell down a rabbit hole into a magical Wonderland; it doesn’t seem likely that Anne Rice believes in vampires; and I highly doubt J.K. Rowling has met any real wizards. That’s what makes it fiction and not nonfiction.”

As she wrote, she was acutely aware of Jake reading over her shoulder, close enough that she could smell his cologne and feel the warmth radiating from his body. "Better," Jake said when she finished. "Now the emotional stakes are clear. Readers will understand what he's risking by being vulnerable." Emma saved the document, trying to ignore how Jake's praise affected her. "Jake, can I ask you something? Purely professional," she added quickly. "Of course." "Do you think I'm drawing too heavily from personal experience? Am I making this story too specific to my own emotional journey?" Jake was quiet for a moment, considering the question seriously. "Emma, the best fiction comes from emotiona

But what about measurable, scientific, real reality? He glanced my way, the hint of a smile tugging at his mouth. — Paranormal fiction exploded in the early 21st century. Do vampires exist? You shapeshifters, superheroes with supernatural powers, do ghosts really exist? I doubt that Does anyone care if they exist or not. The truth is that people are actually having fun reading and writing about them! Damien leaned forward, Thunder Struck in his hands. — The heart of a book is the hero. It has to be strong, it has to be larger than life in

“I can’t believe you actually read this shit. It’s fucking hilarious. This dude just came like five times inside this chick, like right in a row. In what universe is that even believable?” Oh my God, of course he’d found a sex scene of all things. “It’s fiction,” I argued defensively as I yanked my Kindle from his hand. “I like it a little bit unbelievable. That’s why I read it, you moron. To escape the real world. If I wanted believable, I’d just stop reading and return to my life.” “Yeah, but she called his dick a meat shaft.” “Oh my God.” I scowled. “You’re one of those annoying people who quibble over every little detail in a book, aren’t you?”

“What is this? I told you we just need a brief description. I didn’t ask you to make up some bullshit story.” “I added some colour-” “You didn’t add colour,” he interrupts the writer. “You wrote a whole fucking horror story. When did any of our children die? We didn’t pick up exploded elders in the forest. Everything we say needs to be believable. This is not.” “I’m sorry, your highness,” the woman says. “I write fiction, not-” “Do better next time,” Johnathan interrupts and shoves the folder back in her hands. “Who has the fact sheet about this man?”

I prayed to God before turning. I turned around slowly, just to meet eye to eye with the gun. This guy was aiming for my head and he said he will make me cripple. What an illiterate. He was going to kill me. Looking at the gun man's face properly, he didn't look bad if you would ask me, I'll say he is a 75.99%. All the guys here are actually fine... Oh sorry you don't use "fine" for guys, they are all handsome. If not that they were looking for guns and they had guns on them I would have thought they were models for an agency. I mentally slapped myself, Joba a gun is pointed at your face and see what you are thinking about.