Novel & Cerita Non-fiction That Reads Like Fiction

I perched on the couch, reading a nonfiction book I found while looking around. I had my nose buried in the book, with sleepy eyes from reading just two pages, when I heard the front door knock. I stood up, closed the book, and placed it on the table, then stretched my stiff muscles. Kudos to people who read nonfiction because what the fuck was interesting in it? So boring.

I've never heard of Emberborns before, and I'm having a hard time trying to figure out if the book I'm reading is fiction or not. Who gave me this book? Why? When I first started reading it, I had no idea what to expect. But this is strange—it's like I'm reading about a history that never existed before. Maybe it's merely a storybook, but it doesn't read like one. I have to continue reading it. I need to find out more. I'm the first to arrive and I choose a seat right in the back. I open the book on my lap and start to read again, picking up where I left off.

"Amethyst, these are books that I recommend you to read. That...that is simply a tale. It does not contain relevant and accurate facts and data like what you are looking for," I looked down at the book in my hand. With him here, I had to admit, scouring through this massive book depository seemed easier. I allowed myself to utter my gratitude as I accepted the books he had offered. After a few moments, I began reading all over again. This time he was right. Pages after pages, I learned most of the basics. Rather than a creative narrative, the text appeared to be written like a memoir, as if the person who wrote the passages witnessed the brutality firsthand. It was making me feel nauseous al

She knew that she could sneak out then. “All nurses’ report to the conference room” was heard in the hall, so this was her breakthrough moment. She snuck out of her room, down the hall and surprisingly out the doors. She started to run as fast as she could and soon ended up in the woods. No one would find her now since she had left her phone there and took anything they could get a scent on her with. Before she realized it she was at the edge of a cliff. She couldn't go back to where she came from, but now what was she going to do. Part of her wanted to just get all this over with and jump, but she already loved the baby inside her and knew that was not an option. So overwhelmed by stress sh

So I pasted a friendly smile on my face and spoke to her. "We have both fiction and nonfiction books, and there are a lot of genres under each. We have romance, fantasy, horror, sci-fi and the likes under fiction and we also have self help, motivation, religious, educational books and such under non fiction, so please feel free to explore." My voice was professional. "Um...what books do you like?Personally?" It took everything in me not to show my frustration. "I'm not picky with books."

"Faster than most people. I usually finish a book in a day if I have time." He leaned back in his chair. "What do you read?" "Everything. History. Narrative nonfiction. Novels, if they're good." I paused. "Business writing, sometimes. If it's actually about ideas and not just someone padding a magazine article into a book." Something shifted in his expression. "Which business writers?" "Depends on what I'm reading about." I kept my voice even. "Industry-specific stuff is usually better in journal form than book form. Too much gets lost in the translation to general audience."

Neither one spoke for a few moments; they simply stared at one another, at a loss of what to do next. Rick cleared his throat again, and that seemed to break the spell. “I’ve got spy thrillers and murder mysteries over here, by author,” he managed, gesturing to the right. “Next sections down the right side are sci-fi, romance, and the other fictional genres. Left side is all the nonfiction, biographies, and so on.” Faith chuckled.

Breach either, be it friend, family, or business, and that person was out of her universe forever. After getting comfortable on her couch, Anna turned to the first page and started reading. Unlike the first time she began the manuscript, she was relieved to find that both her mind and body remained in her present home. She relaxed a bit more and scanned through the first several paragraphs, her usual first read-through method before she decided to either dump the rest of the book, or actually take her time to read every word. It didn’t take her more than a quick look for her to decide to commit to a thorough reading, even though it appeared she had heard, or rather dreamt, or maybe lived, th

I start. “I don’t really read such books, cause I’m more into non-fiction, but I think I know what you mean.” “I tried picturing you as someone like that typical girl friend from the books, but it’s impossible!” I giggle, making Lia chuckle in amusement. “Why is that?”

I frowned, “Alright, thanks.” Making my way to the library, I went to the nonfiction area and began my search. If I could find what I was looking for here, then I'd be happy. I pulled one book out and glanced at it. It read, ‘Politics’, it wasn't what I wanted so I dropped it back. I pulled another one out and was about how to buy your time, authored by Dan Martell.