Must Read Fiction Novels & Stories

The title interested Anthony, he nodded at Yugo in appreciation as he received the book that was handed to him. ‘Rogue, Not Rough.’ It read. “Trust me when I say, it took me many years of research to know these things. If you want to know, you would have to embrace the reality of what you are. You are not fiction. Stop reading those fictious story that tells you that you are what you aren’t. They are just figment of the human mind but you,” Yugo pointed at him then tapped his own chest, “We have seen it happen. We have felt it. So, what do you think about reading books from people who have felt it too? I think…”

That the thought of another woman or man repulses you to the core. "It's not stupid fiction. Why do you read if you think it's stupid fiction?"I look at him. "To entertain me and to get a little sneak peek in the author's life," he says and we keep walking. "What do you mean?" "Just like your book, every author has that one character that shares similarities with. It's always the same with every book," he says and before I can respond he cuts me off. "Look?"I follow his finger and there is a cabin not very far from where we are. we walk to the front door of the cabin. There are no lights inside.

she said, her tone teasing but probing, as if daring me to open up. “Well,” I started, letting my guard slip a little, “I’m a die-hard fan of fictional stories. I read the usual books, sure, but I’m more intrigued by fiction. By how characters’ emotions feel real, how they navigate life, how they make mistakes… and still grow.” She kept her gaze on me, eyes narrowing slightly, intrigued, maybe even impressed. I could feel the subtle shift in the air, the tension that comes when two people are slowly learning each other’s edges.

I replied. He nodded, “sure. I love reading books, fictional ones to be specific.” He simply replied. "Oh. I see. Me too. Romance, right?" I asked, grinning. He laughed, "I knew that was your expectation when I said fiction novels, a lot of people expect that but how on earth do you expect ME to read romance. How do you expect a mafia who is thirsty for revenge, to sit his ass down only for 'i love you's and 'i love you to the moon and back's. You must be shitting me.”.

“So I guess you knowing it should be enough for you. You probably wouldn’t read a romance novel even if you had a gun pointed to your head.” “It’s all fiction,” he replied her. “Unrealistic fiction. And if I may ask, what good thing comes out of reading them? Illusions. They paint illusions in the head of young teenagers and adults too, I fear. They pull you out of reality and instead allow you dwell in your delusions for hours and hours. And at the end what happens? Wasted time. Unproductivity alongside disappointment when the harsh reality comes knocking on their door.” “Wow,” Emily couldn’t believe her ears. “You know, you sounded like you know much about fiction. Romance to be precise.”