Opposite To Fiction Novels & Stories

A prior false statement once supported with a chain of greater misrepresentations could only be coupled proportionally by an insurmountable amount of audacity to live up to one’s beliefs and ideology or the complete lack of it. But if half of our mortal speech is purely falsity thus meaningless then, on the very least, the other half could be worth our time and consideration. We would never get acquainted with honesty had we not known deceit. This is a universe of opposites, inverses and contradictions. It is partly because we are sometimes defined by who we are not and not entirely by what we are made of.

He believed in the fact that hard work is the key to success which Keith Jonas didn't really agree to but obviously always had to pretend to. Mr. Paul was a person who was hard to please and he never trusted anyone easily. But Keith somehow managed to gain his trust within the time period of 5 years. Yes. 5 damn years. Keith was one of the most trustworthy person of Mr. Paul after his son. But deep down he felt something strange about Keith. Something odd. “I calculated the revenue for this month but I saw a difference of 500$ in the total amount.” “But... I’m the one who calculates the revenue for each month... why did you bother Mr. Paul” Keith hesitated and turned his face towards the sho

She walk away with out a backward glance. "She really hates me Frank!" Douglas said sadly. "No! It's not that. It is just the working of a woman's mind just don't stop to win her favor she will get around. For what it's worth there's a thin line between love and hate. You will be anxious if she does react to your presence, it means she doesn't care. Indifference is the opposite of love remember that."

“Especially when they’re built on truth.” A faint, condescending smile touched her lips. “Truth is such a malleable concept, don’t you find? Often confused with sentimentality and… well, fiction.” Her eyes locked with mine, a direct challenge. “I read your little blog post. A very moving story. A work of fiction, of course, but moving nonetheless.” I could feel Arthur tense beside me. The entire room was holding its breath. “It’s interesting you should mention fiction,” I said, not breaking eye contact. I gestured to the mosaic. “This phoenix, for example. It’s a powerful myth. Rising from the ashes. But it’s not the only powerful story about rising from ruin, is it?”

"You know nothing about me, Cairen. But I don't read romance. It's cliche.” I have never read a fiction book in my life. It's boring and gives me a headache. “Romance is not cliche. It shows true love and how the characters struggle in the name of love,” I remarked, biting my lips not to laugh. Zach wrinkled his nose like I was saying a nasty thing. "Why is it called fiction? It's not a real thing that happened. I would rather read about things that happened in real life than bullshit imagination," he grumpily said.

I gather facts more than a reporter, search more than a detective. I take out my phone and open the browser. The internet is full of information. I am sure I can find one about this mysterious Mr. Fiction; I tell myself as I type on the g****e search bar. I feel the hesitation linger with doubt starts clouding my mind. What if I am not ready to find out about him? What if it is not something I am prepared for?

I said and he chuckles beside me. Walking into the gym on Friday was like walking into a magical island. It was like once I stepped through the door, I had entered another dimension. A fairy tale. The place was amazing and well put together. In all my three years of high school, I have never seen a prom so wonderful.

The world in which this story takes place is fictional and does not exist in reality. This story is set in a fantasy world ruled by werewolves, where strength, secrecy, dominance, and loyalty are central to society. The story includes fantasy elements such as shapeshifting, supernatural power hierarchies, magical systems, and political tensions. These elements are used to build the fictional setting and drive character motivations. They are not meant to reflect real-life ideologies, social structures, or belief systems.

I was feeling some alien sensations in my body " Hey!! What happened?? Are you ok?? What are you doing in my room?" he smirked at me. " Yeah, actually I thought it was Bhabhi's room. Aunty said first room on the first floor... So... I thought this was her room. Sorry. " " Oh, it's ok... The room just opposite to this one belongs to her. " " Yeah, once I came into the room, I realised that it didn't look like a girl's room. "

"I don't want them to see me with you" "You talked like I'm a maniac" "Aren't you?" I rolled my eyes "Not funny" "Let's get things straight Jones, I'm not a bad person. We're just two different person" I nodded "I know that you're not a bad person. It's just happened that you have those beautiful ice orbs. You said different? You mean... You're cold? And I'm jolly? You're quiet? And I'm loud? You're rich? And I'm not? You're beautiful? And I'm not? Yeah we're totally different"