Nothing In This Book Is True Novels & Stories

For if she did not, she might not see everything of the truth in this world, the games that are playing at the back of things, and the future that no one can change or manipulate, as the end should fall into that destruction. “Everything of this is all a game, a battle of wits with the ability to write the perfect novel. We are all under that author’s very influence as our actions are all according to the author’s will. Our world is just a book among the other five where the seventh is the original and the true one. Some are reading it right now as some had no clue at all. In this world run with lies and pretenses, we are the pieces of his chessboard, right, GOD?”

𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑎 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Each sentence sent electric shocks down my nerves and I had to admit that she somehow made me uncomfortable and nervous too. I smiled slightly and lowered my gaze. She hesitated a little and then asked. "Prince, this book is fiction or real?" She asked looking at my face. I lifted my gaze and I didn't have any alternative rather than telling the truth. "It's real, Abhi. This happens between every husband and wife" Her face turned shocked, red and she instantly looked down. I could feel that she felt that shiver too. We both became silent for a moment and then suddenly she said.

Kathleen's hand trembled and her lips moved but nothing came out. "What are you doing?" Vince spread his hands on either side of his body in frustration. He had to get her the hell out of here, Vivian was coming. "Why are you doing this to me?" she sobbed hysterically. The weight of her situation suddenly fell upon her like a stone and crushed whatever was left of her composure. “I am ruined!” "I am not doing anything to you. I never promised I would marry you. Did I?” He shouted, fearing he may have said something to that effect while drunk.

we same in unison pointing to each other. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------- “There is no such thing as a good story. There is only something like a good book. A good book is where a reader finds complete solace and comfort; a way to escape harsh realities relating to his life” - R.A Higheels If you liked this chapter, please consider leaving a review!

Confused by how did she tell a lie. "No, I'll prove it to you!" Then she runs back. One moment later, she came back while holding a book. "Here." She gave it to him. Ah! When he opened the book. He looked like he saw a ghost. "This means... I am a fiction?" "But why? Why does God play us! I suffered too much! I left you! I fought Jin! We and this God played before our lives?" Now he knows. The truth! He never believed it. Yet, upon that book, all of the truths was written there. Private or personal that book told them—

Chapter 15 The Cost of Truth The rope seared Lina's flesh, burning her hands. He opened his fingers, trying to ignore the throb in his head. Noah didn't move at all, his head down, the blood on his temple still there. The organizer's words echoed in his mind. "you are not alone." It was his tone, the complete sincerity of his words, that scared her the most. Because if he was speaking the truth, then someone had been controlling events all along, and he and Noah never stood a chance.

Fuck. She looked like fire and elegance wrapped in gold. Her dress caught the light with every movement, fluid and commanding. Her hair was pulled back, but a few strands had broken free, curling around her face like they had minds of their own. Her heels clicked against the polished floor, unapologetic and sure. The room went quiet. And then she began. “I didn’t write this book to tell a love story,” she said, voice steady, sure. “Not the kind that ends in roses and rainbows. I wrote it to tell the truth—about trauma, about betrayal, about choosing someone even after the damage.”

This did nothing for her nerves, neither was the fact that his eyes kept flickering to where she stood. "In all seriousness," He continued after making a joke that was lost to Isis. She was only aware that it occurred because the entire room shook with enthusiasm. "tonight is aimed at promoting the wonderful success of this university but also and less importantly it is to be a platform for me to reveal the truth to you. One can never tell what is real and what is not especially when referring to celebrity gossip as a source."

“It's a portal. The book is written in an unknown code. Something, inside the book is helping me.” A ray of light flashed. He traveled over fields, mountains, and islands. Something was traveling the same speed with him. The alchemist turned. His face was like hard granite. He continued to travel. What is this, he thought. Where am I? This place isn't real. Maybe, this is all a memory. There is no other explanation. This isn't the dreamfort. It couldn't be? It is the dreamfort. “Yes,” a voice said, “this is the dreamfort.”