Real Life A Novel Novels & Stories

This was a reality he absolutely could not accept. "Impossible! Isabella can't marry someone else! She's my woman!" Enrico violently swept the documents off his desk. His eyes were bloodshot, his expression crazed. He could not accept that the woman he treasured was about to fall into another man's arms, or that he had lost so much because of a lie. From that day on, Enrico abandoned all the dignity of a mafia Don and began camping outside the Moretti family estate every single day. He wore the black trench coat I used to love, clutching a large bouquet of red roses. Ignoring the guards trying to block him, he shouted my name at the top of his lungs.

"This is real." It was real. My life now was real. The dirt on my hands the walks I took the laughter of the people in the village. I had spent a time living in a world of appearances and I had forgotten what it felt like to be part of something real. I was no longer a ghost in a building; I was a woman grounded in the earth.

Ah, I've been waiting for that question since earlier. "I'm glad you asked. You see, this is the real world. Reality. But what you're living in could be called another world, but a different world where people from the real world such as us, create plots and characters to our own liking. That is what we call a book, or a novel. We read it but you get to live a life in that world of yours with your own thoughts, dreams, ideals, ambition, interests and actions, but it will all follow according to the Author's plot. And if the story is finished, I'm not sure what happens next. And the world you are living in is called 'Endless Poison Love', its a fantasy-romance novel." I explained.

This story is entirely fictional. All places, names, characters, and settings of the novel are entirely fictional. They are in no way tied to real world events, or ongoing situations, besieged by the current society, although similarities can occur from time to time, during reading. By reading this novel, you do not hold the author responsible.

Ashley says, and I stare at the cover, the book, I can't wait to get lost in it. "This one is In Another Life, two realities playing out of a woman's life. The book follows the life of a woman, in alternating realities, how one choice can change the arch of our lives, who we are, who will be. This book is for people like me who have always felt the need to know if there's another universe, anotrher reality, and who we are there." She says, handing me the book. "After I Do, this is a masterpiece, one of my favorite books by her. It shows the problems in marriage, how everything is not happily ever after, hoe marriage takes work, and I'm not ashamed to say I'm reading it for the fifth time."

Their legs began to shuffle but one of the campers stood still, his legs couldn't move and he had pissed on himself. "Everyone... Run! John screamed and immediately they began sprinted through the dark woods, some towards the direction of the camp, others overwhelmed by fear ran in other directions heading to unknown destinations. Summer was ahead of them all while Glenn and John were behind her. She wanted to die but certainly not in the hands of a beast she was yet to believe was real.

Most whores didn't become a whore because they wanted to — Life made them one. We can't choose our destiny — it was already written. But the only thing we can do is edit, make amends, and shove a middle finger on the face of FATE! "FUCK LIFE, YOU WON!" THIS NOVEL IS WRITTEN BY ME — RF EWELE DAUGHTER OF A CHILD PREDATOR WHO WANTED TO PROVE TO LIFE THAT I DIDN'T CHOOSE MY DESTINY — BUT I CAN EDIT IT TO MY TASTE! Bye for now 💕

' thought Nora as she headed straight for the waiting room. Nora's flight was in an hour. Nora had turned off her mobile phone and chose to read a novel by her favourite author. The novel told the story of the adventures of three people in various parallel worlds. This work was the second part of the previous work. Just by reading the novel, she felt like she was in another world and forgot for a moment what was happening to her at the moment. She seemed to be immersed in her own world of reading. Meanwhile, at the Torrence family mansion, Vivian, Adam's mother, was engrossed in reading a magazine in the living room. There was tea and freshly baked cookies on the table.

The lull after the book reading was a soft, strange creature. We’d grown so used to living at a low-grade roar that the quiet felt like a physical space we had to relearn how to inhabit. Lanc finished his last house and threw a raucous, paint-splattered party for the crew. Chloe started her first nursing classes, her textbooks now sharing counter space with our manuscript. Arthur began tinkering with a new novel idea, though he claimed the real world had ruined him for plausible fiction.

I had simply been curious about how useful AI tools were these days, so I had asked it to generate a novel with my name. While my real life couldn’t be described as anything spectacular, as I was just a regular corporate worker, at the very least, I had never traveled through time. My legs had never been broken, my eye had never been blinded, and I had never bled to death while locked away during a pregnancy. More importantly, I wasn’t surrounded by a bunch of psychopaths who inflicted horrific trauma in the name of love.