Is Fiction Real Or Not Novels & Stories

Ah, I've been waiting for that question since earlier. "I'm glad you asked. You see, this is the real world. Reality. But what you're living in could be called another world, but a different world where people from the real world such as us, create plots and characters to our own liking. That is what we call a book, or a novel. We read it but you get to live a life in that world of yours with your own thoughts, dreams, ideals, ambition, interests and actions, but it will all follow according to the Author's plot. And if the story is finished, I'm not sure what happens next. And the world you are living in is called 'Endless Poison Love', its a fantasy-romance novel." I explained.

Hе mіght ѕуmраthіѕе rаthеr thаn mock me аbоut mу оbѕеѕѕіоn. “Wеll, I саn’t lеt іt ѕlіdе all thе tіmе, after аll, thеу are fictional guуѕ and I’m the rеаl dеаl. I hаvе to mаkе ѕurе I’m dоіng mу jоb іn ѕhоwіng you that magic dоеѕ hарреn outside thе раgеѕ оf a bооk too.”

If you didn’t like this story or concept, then pardon me in advance. One more thing, this story is fictional and based on my concept. So if ever you feel any scene is like any other story, then it will be a coincidence, nothing else. I will try my best not to give any similar scene/plot which you have read before in any other stories. This story is not having any relation with any character in actual life. All the characters and their names are fictional. The places will also be fictitious, i.e., the specific area or the directions because I know nothing about the places/areas.

I had grown suspicions of everyone around me, expecting them to suddenly turn into animals and devour us. “Do you think werewolves are real?” I asked Zach during one of our breaks. We were seated on the bench at the balcony. Zach grabbed my hand and started playing with my fingers. “I don’t know. Mommy said that they are not real but fictional characters. Harry potter, Frankenstein and others too. Do you think they are real?

I am trying to hold my consciousness until I heard the doctor's reply. "She's your mother, Mrs. Arison." Huh? My mother? I was so weak that I couldn't keep my eyes open. Later on that moment, my vision blackout. Note: This book contains violence, sexual harassment, or mature content. You have been warned by the author. Thus, the characters in this story are all from the author's imagination. So, I welcome you all to the roller coaster ride, come and join me in uncovering what's behind! Happy reading 💫

She was not even looking at me. “I’ve met and talk to them personally,” I told my classmate. It wasn’t a lie, but she looked like I said something impossible. She stopped hitting the keyboard for a moment to look at me, confused. “You’re kidding, right?” “No. I am telling you the truth.” “You can’t fool me, Levi.” “It’s not a lie. Why does no one believes me? I guess people think what they read in books is all just fantasies.” “Because they are all fantasies. That’s why there are tales and stories,” she said to raise her point.

He caressed her cold, lifeless cheek with his hand, his eyes filled with utter bewilderment. "This isn't real. It's all fake. It has to be fake!" As if suddenly struck by a thought, he crawled frantically to my bedside, pulling away the white sheet that covered me. The moment he saw my lifeless face, he broke down completely. I had never seen him cry so desperately. Hunched over, his gaze lingered on Halle's face and mine, disbelief etched in his eyes. "How could this happen?" he murmured. "Wasn't it all supposed to be a lie?! Why weren't you lying to me?!

The world in which this story takes place is fictional and does not exist in reality. This story is set in a fantasy world ruled by werewolves, where strength, secrecy, dominance, and loyalty are central to society. The story includes fantasy elements such as shapeshifting, supernatural power hierarchies, magical systems, and political tensions. These elements are used to build the fictional setting and drive character motivations. They are not meant to reflect real-life ideologies, social structures, or belief systems.

he wiggled his brows at me and snorted and I shook my head. "Is it about your author friend?" I asked and he nods. "Yes! There's something intriguing about her story" he said and I raised a brow at him. "Don't tell me you're brooding over a fictional story that someone wrote" I chuckled. "It's not a fictional book. It's non-fiction and the story is quite touching". "Since when did you become a softy over books being read?" I asked still amused. "Is not really the matter of being a softy dumbass. I just find the story similar to what happened to you".

"Why didn't you?" "I kept finding things that were more urgent than fiction," he said. "Real things that needed saying. And once you start doing that, the urgency doesn't really stop." He glanced at Dante. "I still think about it. Writing something that isn't — true, in the documentary sense. Something where I get to make up the ending." "Do you not like the endings on real things?"