Novel & Cerita Must Read Fiction Novels

"And then, there are at least eight out of ten books where the female protagonist's family is poor. Then, her situation will become better after meeting the male protagonist. The reason why the male protagonist likes the female protagonist is a bit unreasonable, and there are all kinds of illogical problems in the storyline." Natasha revealed an embarrassed but polite smile and said, "We're just reading these novels for fun to cure boredom. If everything is required to be logical and make some sense, what's the point of reading novels? After all, these books are fictional! How could there possibly be so many domineering CEOs in the world?"

He held up the book I was reading and gave me an incredulous look, “Know your Earth? You can’t be serious!” “It’s a good read,” I defended myself. “There are other less depressing and boring genres you can read apart from this. Romance, thriller... you are too young to be reading this!” “I’m not into romance, fairy tales or horrors, especially not mythologies.” Ever since werewolves and vampires stopped being Halloween stories and became more real than fiction in my life, I just couldn’t read those kinds of books anymore. Romance books only reminded me of the love of my life and how I had abandoned him in fear and desperation. I should write a book on my own life, it would be a best seller,

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Some of them read multiple times judging by the cracking of the binding. History. Military strategy. Economics. Law. Psychology. Philosophy. One entire shelf of biographies of powerful men across different centuries and continents. And then something that surprised me. Fiction. A whole section of it tucked into the far corner like something private. Novels. Some of them old enough that the titles had faded. I pulled one out carefully. A Russian novel. Thick. Dense. The kind of book that required patience and silence and the willingness to sit inside discomfort for extended periods.

Aiden asked to Chloe who kept staring at him with a big, ridiculous smile. "No, I just imagined you being the main character in that story!" "Still talking about that story too? You actually read it?" "Why not? When I decide to do something, I will definitely do it to the end. When I was in middle school, I was known as a collector of novels in my class. So, reading fiction can be called one of my hobbies," "Oh yeah? I just found out!" "What do you know about me? Besides, why do you hate that story so much?"

Books are oxygen for the literate. For me, there's no other way to breathe. Breathing comes naturally to living organisms. For a nerd with a perfect attendance record and zero friends, air fills my lungs, and words fill my head. I like filling my head with facts, opinions, and fanfiction. There's nothing better than reading Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings fanfics on a Friday night.

Reactions with a clear cause to follow. The only reason I recognize the signs now is because of those dreadful courtship novels I discovered in the library (Aunt Funda's personal collection, much to my horror). I read them all, naturally—I never abandon a book once started, even the poorly written ones with their overwrought prose, far too many long stares and conveniently timed thunderstorms—but I never enjoyed them. I almost smile at the absurdity of the comparison, then catch myself. Focus, Ana.This isn’t a chapter to skim. This is real. This is happening now.

I gushed and lowered my voice because there was someone else sprawled on the floor with a book in her hands. “The Fiction Nook is always here for you whenever you need to enter into the pages of beautiful novels, ma'am.” “Can I do so now? I planned to read anyway.” “Of course, please follow me to the reception so that you can check in.” After the necessary check-ins, I paid for extended hours in the downtown loft, and as soon as I sat down on one of the sofas, I took off my jacket and my heels then dove into the pages of one of my favorite novels.

I huff. He studies the book and also humans, maybe that's why he's as sharp as an eagle. It's all mysterious to me. I glance at the other shelf and there I spot Pride And Prejudice! Really? Can a person who understands science even read such a romantic book? Okay, they can, but what about a cruel person? I just shake my head because I don't want my mind to work on it. It's indigestible. When I don't find anything on the shelves except positive and logical novels, I go towards the left side.

Fiction is meant to evoke emotion, but never at the cost of your mental or emotional health. Everyone processes stories differently, and what is thrilling for one reader may be overwhelming for another. Please proceed with awareness and care. AUTHOR'S NOTE: Before you dive into this story, I want to share something personal with you. I wrote this novel when I was just thirteen years old. At the time, I had no formal training in writing, no grasp of complex literary techniques, and very little understanding of storytelling rules. All I had was a vivid imagination, a notebook (or keyboard), and the desire to bring my characters to life.