Real Life A Novel Novels & Stories

“Never in real life though.” Asher’s brows furrowed as he tried to understand. “So you only see them in your dreams?” Callie nodded in response. “I see them in reality, I was attacked by one. See” Asher brought his phone out to show her the photo he had transferred from his camera. Callie’s face contorted in disgust at the sight of the contorted human faces. “I remember this, I saw it in a dream.” She looked at Asher holding his gaze, “but now I’m not sure it was a dream. I think I might’ve jumped to another dimension.”

Natalia shook her head and brought out a copy of the book that she had been reading for a few days, wanting to submerge herself in the ongoing drama of the book, and forget hers for a minute or so. She started to laugh at her reality for a good three minutes, finding it extremely hilarious that the kind of things she was going through was not one someone would easily find on a reality show. A fictional book, yes. Maybe. But it did not make it any better. Things were going the wrong way before, but now she was ready to handle it all on her own. All it was that Natalia had wanted was a comfortable, peace filled life with the love of her life— or after she married Noah, her husband and childre

The only connection that I had with life and my existence on earth was pain. I felt numb without the pain, felt nothingness, at least the pain made me feel like something, it made me feel a little, like other humans. Without the pain, I was totally detached from reality, totally removed from the realm where normal people lived. He took a copy of the book he had been reading and turned the back page to write something. It was a copy of Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy. A modernist novel that we were currently reading. His copy wasn’t brand new, it had dog pages, had been read over and over again. With some lines underlined.

He began crawling toward me frantically, yelling, "Is that you, Rosina? It's me, Carlo! I know I'm in the wrong now, so please take me back with you! I'll even serve you, Rosina!" Mamma and Papa also began to wail. "We're your parents, Rosina! You can't be so ruthless toward us!" I ignored them completely, rolling up the car window to block out their voices. I then ordered the chauffeur with total indifference, "Let's go." In that instant, the tires rolled through a puddle, splashing muddy water directly into their faces. I knew that for some people, being alive was more agonizing than demise itself. I returned from the slums to the estate that once belonged to the Capone famiglia but was no

“The soil is right. The drainage is right. The attention is right. A correct life has that same quality. Things grow. The accumulation is visible.” Fleur turned to Elian. “The novels come from this?” “Everything comes from this,” Elian said. “The novels, the foundation, the letters, the conversations. You can’t write about staying from anywhere other than where you’re staying.” “And the third novel?” “Still growing,” Elian said with a small smile. “Underground. Like garlic in winter.” Fleur looked around the home, its quiet layers of meaning, the evidence of lives faithfully lived. “I’ve filmed many people in many places,” she said finally. “This is the most real place I’ve been.”

" I immediately run towards her, and I was about to push her... But... It's too late. I found our body lying on the road with blood. I tried to reach out her hand even though I cant hardly move my body and my eyes are getting blurry. "J...J...Joy... Joy... Wake...up. Wake up. Joy... Wake up." I shed tears. I keep patting her hands, but she's not responding to me anymore. My eyes are getting blurry that I want to close my eyes now. However, before I could close my eyes, I saw... The door of the car opened. From inside a woman come out. I didn't have a chance to see her face because I lost my consciousness. --- THE END. SEE YOU IN BOOK 2 :')

And so began the romantic comedy story Ryan had created, rated PG and full of humor. The readers of "Living With the Five Billionaires" are unaware that the story is based on real life, except for those who know Ryan and the five leading men in the story. They also don't know that some of the scenarios in the story may be a bit exaggerated. For example, in Episode 15, Edward (Vincent) and Jules (Ryan) encounter Erban (Terban), blocking their path with a tense expression on his wrinkled face. "Where are you going? Why are you so dressed up?" Erban asked.

I closed my eyes, trembling as tears escaped and fell into the food. "Happy birthday, Eleanor Shaw," I whispered to myself. "Keep moving forward—onward forever. Even if no one loves you, there's still light at the end of the tunnel. As Jeffrey said, you have enjoyed over 20 wonderful years of wealth and privilege. You've had it good." Just like that, I repeated words of comfort to myself as I wiped away my tears. I moved all my belongings that I had sorted out over the past two weeks in the living room.

Anita would spend hours browsing the internet until finally, she clicked on a link that changed her life. "mmmm, what is this, on my feed?" Anita mused as she slowed her scrolling to a stop, on the top of her feed there was a novel that was recommended to her by one of her F******k friends. The cover displayed a man and woman that were intimately intertwined, and on the woman's wrist were chains, and in the man's hand, there was a red riding crop. The novel instantly caught Anita's interest, she was not a virgin but she was innocent still in many ways so seeing the cover of this book piqued her interest so she gave it a chance, and this one fateful moment in time ended up opening her eyes to

Just a friendly reminder, Babes. 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. We’re closing in on the shaky part of this book. Like what I’ve mentioned in the beginning, some scenes ahead might not be suitable for everyone. This book will tackle sensitive topics such as rape and self harm. And if you decide to go further, I would ask for your kind understanding.