Must Read Fiction Novels & Stories

Stop. Uncle told me that I'm the kind of person who would just think of some silly ideas that are often unlikely to happen. I am not quite sure of that, but maybe the reason behind my weird imagination is from reading books about fictions and fantasies. Maybe. I let out a yawn while I browse through the pages of the book I was studying. It feels kind of drowsy when you're reading a book with no pictures in it. I am maybe an athlete student at my school, but I still need to maintain a passing grade. I don’t know where my study leads me.

“I can’t even imagine how many books are in here.” “Too many,” Leo replied with a faint chuckle. “Most of them are just for show. But there are a few I actually read.” “Let me guess,” Chloe teased. “Crime novels? Or maybe biographies of great leaders?” “Guilty,” he admitted in a warm voice. “And you?” “I always loved fiction,” she said, a wistful note creeping into her voice. “Fantasy, mostly. Stories about impossible worlds, where anything could happen.” “Maybe one day, you’ll pick one off the shelves here,” Leo said gently. “Who knows? You might find a new favourite.”

“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?”

I was once again forced to speak to the man who broke my heart into a million pieces… I stopped writing and frowned at my words. I shook my head and deleted it. I don’t want to write yet another post about Brian. I thought about something Joseph had said on the first day of class and I started to grow inspired. Trying again I wrote: What is fiction? What defines fiction? Does it count as fiction if you’ve never seen something? Just because you’ve never seen a unicorn, doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. It just means you’ve never seen it. The idea that there could be otherworldly creatures living amongst us is crazy to me because it’s always seemed like such fiction. But as I grow older, and I ex

There is much to be said for books. They can help you learn and educate yourself, or they can tell stories to excite the imagination. A book can teach you how to become just about anything. I, however, don’t get to read a lot of fiction. My parents were technology based people. They believed that the best way to learn was over the internet, watching tutorials and videos. Although I do believe this, there is a lot I could have learnt from reading. I’ve noticed there is a lack of emotional connection between myself and others. It appears that reading in their younger years helped them to develop the ability to connect with one another. I can’t even bring up the courage to say ‘hello’ to the gi

Kiara's pov "Caught in a lie" That was the name of the Novel I read. Our dear author just had to lock the chapters in the end, which made the last chapters open only if you pay. And always I left it as I don't want to waste my money for just a novel. I could have used it for something else.

I scrolled through my feed until I found a post that reminded me of Justin and the conversation we had last night. I downloaded the post and decided to send it to him now that I had nothing to do at the Diner. It was still empty. "If people ever look down upon you for crying for fictional characters, you should give them a gentle, pitying look and feel bad for them. If they've never cried for a fictional character, then they've never loved one (and what a joy that is). If they've never cried at a book, a movie, or a piece of music, then they've missed one of the great pleasures life has to offer. Just because fiction does not contain things that are real, doesn't mean it doesn't contain the

"Then make it practical. What did you used to enjoy before art consumed your entire identity?" I thought about it. About the person I had been before success made creating feel obligatory instead of joyful. "I used to read. Fiction. Just for pleasure." "Then read fiction. Let yourself do something purely for enjoyment without it needing to be productive." I went to a bookstore that afternoon. Wandered the fiction section, picking books based on covers and first lines instead of critical acclaim or literary value. Left with five novels that looked interesting. At home, I curled up on the couch with the first one. Alex was in his study working on foundation business. The apartment was quiet. I

If I played my cards right, I could get out of here with another clue. "You don't say." Noah rolled his eyes, scoffing underneath. " Bailey…" "But I'm all alone, there's only so much I can endure before I go mad." "And books will help you how?" "Delving into a fictionous world to live out the character's fantasies and adventures is amazing isn't it?" I put on my best smile, hoping it would work. " Don't you agree Noah? It feels…." "Since when did you pick up an interest in reading. " He wasn't buying it, at all. He tightened his grip on me and I yelped. " What are you up to, Bailey? Reading is my thing."

Only that Charles called it rape--it had just been a forceful kiss, if you asked the therapist. This time however done with the pleasantries, Adulf Cain cross legged in dark slacks and boots was stoic while he figured out what earnest hemmingway's old man and the sea thing was all fogging about. Dr montoya came to stand beside him. "You told me last three years that you never read fiction. " "I told you I read the entire atlas shrugged. " "Why, that's fiction. " "Not anything from mills and boons is it? "He had not glanced back at her.