Novel Novels & Stories

My chest tightened. Where the hell had he gone? What kind of call kept him this long? Or… was he somewhere else, having fun while I was stuck in this nightmare? My chest tightened. We walked through a side door and entered another room. The dim light instantly unsettled me. A king-sized bed dominated the space, sheets rumpled like it had been used before. My gut twisted. This wasn’t a dressing room. It was a place for quick fucks and privacy away from prying eyes.

My name is Jennie Dawson. I was just an ordinary college girl whose biggest achievement was pulling all-nighters to read smut novels. Then one night I dropped dead at my desk… and woke up inside the very book I was reading, as a pretty background character who happened to share my name. The heroine, Nancy Porter, was a transmigrator with a system. Her mission was to seduce my brother and turn him into her devoted plaything, living a life of indulgence with her day and night until she could finally return to her world.

I eye it suspiciously before opening it. Violet, I am the type of person to hide things. I am quiet and I am not the kind to show emotions. I hope you find this room to your liking and decorate it to your hearts content. I hope we can at least be cordial with one another as I have not feelings for you at this time. Your truly, Anthony

Title: The Lie Genre: Romantic Fiction Plot Idea: Aurora "Rory" Thompson, a successful event planner, falls for her client, Julian Blackwood, a charming and wealthy businessman. As their relationship deepens, Rory discovers a shocking secret: Julian's entire identity is a fabrication. Torn between her love for him and her outrage at his deception, Rory must navigate the complex web of lies and uncover the truth about Julian's past. Chapter 1 Aurora "Rory" Thompson stared at the sleek, black business card on her desk. Julian Blackwood, CEO of Blackwood Enterprises. She had never heard of him or his company, but the hefty retainer f*e he offered to plan his charity gala was too enticing to res

030 [Alora’s POV] I was in my room, sitting peacefully on my bed as I drafted new chapters for my ongoing book. The word count read 20,000, and I couldn't help but sigh. I hadn’t had the time to write properly lately—all thanks to the drama playing out in this house like a never-ending soap opera. But right now? This was my only chance to make progress, and there was no way I’d let it slip. Just when I clicked back into the zone, a knock came at the door.

Global temperature collapse. 2. Widespread power failures. 3. Water shortages and contamination. 4. Looting and violent conflicts. 5. Government evacuation announcements. 6. Military shelters opening outside major cities. I stopped at the last point. Something about the military shelters bothered me. In the novel, Evelyn had received a radio announcement about evacuation centers shortly after the first major blizzard. She had refused to leave her fortress, believing her preparations were superior to anything the government could offer. But had those shelters actually been safe?

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For the first time, Cathedra had someone who didn't cringe every time she opened her mouth to speak. So this is what having a friend feels like, huh? Cathedra thought to herself. One lunch break, while waiting for Diane underneath the tree, Cathedra was scribbling a draft of her first novel in her notebook. The novel contained the scenes she saw in the storybook, back in her kindergarten days. Since that day at kindergarten, she didn't tell anyone what she saw in the storybooks anymore. The thought of seeing things that other people couldn't still terrified her but she tried hard not to think about it by avoiding any book she ca

I pulled out my laptop and continued to read the ebook I started a week ago. 3 chapters went by fast, one more chapter, and this book is going to my archives. Wow, I swear it feels like I just started this book yesterday. A few paragraphs away from the end, something buzz in my pocket. Scowling, I pull out my phone and look at the screen. "Your favorite ❤️" Ughhh, all 3 of them put their names as "Your favorite" how am I supposed to know which of them are calling right now? "Hey, cinnamon sugar."

“I’m not sure but it might be an old and extinct language that means Soleira. I don’t know how I end up understanding them, it’s my first time seeing that kind of writing.” “Yes it’s Soleira… she must be the writer of this book for an ordinary person, it is quite difficult to read since the letters are written in a language that seems not really part of this world.” “You do understand it too, right?” he asked. “Yes, you are correct, this book is strange. It has the narrative of our life, however it started only in the part where the curse started.” “Yes, I thought I would find the answer from that book, but it seems to me, that thing did not explain any of the curse and reincarnation, also i