Real Life A Novel Novels & Stories

Some cheesy, overdramatic web novel I devoured during finals week, right before my body gave out from a delightful combo of stress, insomnia, and enough caffeine to stop a small horse’s heart. ...Oh. Oh, no. I died, didn’t I? No white light. No tunnel. No dramatic fade to black. Just one second I was stress-cramming for a sociology final, and the next, I was Lyra Carrington—the adopted daughter in a novel who gets politely kicked out the moment the Real Daughter returns from Switzerland or Paris or wherever rich people go to get cultured.

She put into words all she saw from the moving picture. But she did something else other than tell the truth. She wrote a character that resembled her in those stories. At least, even just in her novels, she would create friends that wanted her. At least, even just in her novels, she would be able to live the life she could never have lived in reality. At least, even if it's just in her novels, she wouldn't be alone. Day and night she wrote and wrote until she filled pages and pages with words of truth. She wrote until there wasn't a fairy tale lie she couldn't expose anymore.

And although I have survived, I no longer live. Now… Now not the slightest part of me lives. I am pure darkness. I have always been it. I'll always be. And here I will stay. Alone. Broken. And gloomy. As is the Fake Life that I have created. FINAL Epilogue Verona, a city in northern Italy. RYDER

"Ansel, have you heard that Ella's novel is going viral right now? It's only been posted on the online novel platform for a week, and hundreds of thousands of people have read it," Ajeng asked when they had just finished lunch. Ansel stopped his hand from reaching for the plastic jug of orange juice. His brow furrowed. "A novel? I don't know anything about it." He turned to look at David, who immediately nodded. "Do you know, Sel? I was really shocked when I read the novel. All the characters use their real names, except for me and Evan. But if Ella is dead, who posted the novel? Could it be Rudi?" Ajeng continued.

Since it has been a few days since seeing real people, imagine my surprise when I’m woken up one morning by a giggly someone bouncing on my bed. ************** Please vote and like my story. This is my first book on GoodNovel and I need all the love I can get!

] 4|Evan ~ CEO/Billionaire Romance [Devin’s spin-off, but it can be read as standalone] 5|Falling For My Husband ~ Mafia Romance Lastly, this novel is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. Don't forget to follow me on lnstagram CastielLj for updates on my works ;) xx P.S. This book will be a lot longer than my previous ones.

Now recalling the plot of this novel, Lucy just remembered this plot she had already experienced was just one side. On the other side, the story is relating to Marc Christie. It's a simple story about a female with her husband. In the novel, Lucy has been pursuing Marc Christie for years, bringing him breakfast and many gifts, being mocked and discouraged by his friends too. What to do now? Although Lucy lives in this novel now, she does not know how she got in and how she could back to her real world. The only good thing is, that she knows how the story goes well and she can live as a real person, follow her own will, rather than love two other males in desperation.

Carla snaps. I am silent, reading through a novel I had picked up in Carla's office. Thankful that for once it is real fiction and not a message from an unknown person. It seems so unreal now to read about a fictional world. One where everyone lives happily ever after. My life right now would argue with the writer a thousand times. No one talks after Carla speaks, it is then there is a knock on the door. "Check it." Carla says to no one in particular. I put my book down to peer through the peephole at the other side. I blink twice and then open the door.

Sikandar affirmed. Aarif scoffed, “So what if the world is destroyed? It never existed in the first place.” “It does exist in a fictional sense,” Sikandar countered, “What’s happening may be fictional but our thoughts and feelings are real.” “Do you hear the words coming out of your mouth? How can something be fictional and real?” “I know how you feel.” “No, you don’t.” “You are confused, angry, scared, hopeless. Everything seems pointless now. Nothing looks worth living for anymore.”

"And even if we weren't? How do you know your 'real world' isn't just a book from a higher dimension?" "What's the difference, really?" "Aren't we all just people trying to survive in our own worlds? Flesh and blood. Thoughts and desires?" "Arguing about which world is real is pointless." "What matters is which world you're living in. Clearly." Lila was completely stunned. She looked at me. This woman was just supposed to be cannon fodder in a book. But she was more alive than anyone. More awake. [System! She makes so much sense. I'm almost convinced!]