Philosophical Fiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

Though he has stopped monitoring the island every moment… The world that was crazed with digitalization had finally learnt to take a break, to talk, to love, to feel, to unplug but how long this change will last only future can tell…. Authors note: I hope you enjoyed reading Fictitious Reality. It often becomes difficult to distinguish between Fiction and Reality. In such times we should not panic. We should use our wit and reasoning to make the right judgement. Do let me know what you think about this book through COMMENTS and REVIEWS.

What an idiot I am. "So, you're not going back to the class am I right!?" he asked and after thinking for a while I realized if I go back down Eros will say that I've went somewhere to hoe around and must have slept with a man in the mean time. But why did he thing so, I don't know. I'm still unaware of that. Those things which I saw earlier as a vision or something wasn't there in the fanfic I've read. What is it? Did I miss reading the chapters or the author didn't think it was that important to mention the back story of a villainess who died a pathetic death.

Realizing there was no escape from the situation and being okay with it. I held my breath though I'm not sure why. It would only make me suffer. I once read in a book that drowning was a peaceful way to pass, just one intake of water and your lungs can no longer work properly. It's like going to sleep and never waking up. For a split second I thought about doing it, just to get the pain I was feeling to be over. I paid attention to my heartbeat. I held my breath though I'm not sure why. It would only make me suffer. I once read in a book that drowning was a peaceful way to pass, just one intake of water and your lungs can no longer work properly.

Sanctum of Flesh, Citadel of Eldros The doors sealed behind Lies with a heavy, moaning groan of ancient stone making her flinch. The sanctum pulsed with heat and silence—a silence thick enough to wrap around her thighs and crawl up between them. It wasn't just warm. The air was humid, saturated with something older than scent: magic steeped in lust, pressure, hunger. The walls themselves dripped faintly with condensation, like the stone was sweating in anticipation.