Realism Novels & Stories

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.

Tomorrow. CAMILA With my teary eyes, I ran away from the crowd. It was in anger, pain and regret. I couldn't do it. I couldn't win it, I'd never be able to do it. I couldn't beat her to it. She won. I rushed to the bathroom and I locked the door as the memory replayed in my head. We were done with it, we were done and we stayed back to hear the results. According to them, they took the pictures to the Governor and he…he chose the winner, Chloe. She won the game. I chuckled as I stared at my hand, it's the reason for my failure. I swatted it till I felt no more pain. I really thought I'd be able to do it. I've encountered many failures but this, this definitely hurts. I bit on my lips trying

I need to at least try and work some magic. On instinct, I move my hands up and down. Slowly, as if feeling the fullness of Pierre's c**k on my hand, letting him feel the friction between my hand and his c**k as I rub him at a teasing pace. And I was doing it for a while until he suddenly groaned, a white cream emerging on the tip of his hard shaft. "Why are you so good at this Justine Elle?" He asked, there was madness in his husky voice yet too consumed with pleasure to even hear the answer.

Without having anymore regrets. This underworld business was tiring and hectic. It turns you emotionless. It makes you commit sins without you even realizing it. And he was saying all of this from his experience. He did many sins in his life he wished he could erase; he had regrets which he desperately wanted to wash off from his past. But they follow him like his shadow.

So real that he still couldn't differentiate between reality and dreams. His eyes blinked fast as he felt sweat dripping from his forehead and when he looked down, his bulge was staring at him excitedly. “What the hell is all this, you lusty bastard?!” He cussed as he pointed at his dick. His mind was choked with so many explicit images and it was proper for his dick to respond. Knowing he couldn't continue like this, Kelvin stood up and walked to the window letting the breeze calm him down, but the more he tried to calm down, the more agitated he was.

Zaykee asked as he faced the walking General. "The one Dwendo saw is one of my ultimate powers, the 'Realistic Illusion'..." The woman spoke in between their conversation. "Hey, stupid leader, note this situation into your head," Astrid ordered as she walked towards him. "You crazy girl. What did you just say??" Zaykee shouted towards her, then gritted his teeth, "Why would I?" "Damn it, are you a slow person?" Astrid rolled her eyes, "Of course, this will be one of the thousand truths that we'll expose."

Watching as hundreds of people kneel to you isn't something I could ever be used to. The beta couple, Aiden and Samantha rise from the crowd and climb up the stage. I watch their stiff body language and sigh internally. Aiden and Samantha have been having problems since graduation because Samantha plans to do a course in Interior design from a college that is two states away. This has been her plan for as long as I can remember and even though Aiden is supportive of Samantha following her dreams, he and his wolf aren't exactly leaping up at the chance to try out a long-distance relationship. As far as I know, they are still working through their issues of trying to meet up, of trying to main

I shut the door and go to my bed to lay down. Creator guide us. I close my eyes and I immediately feel the shift between realities. It's a heavy feeling that soon overtakes me. When I open my eyes again I'm standing on the realm bridge. The realm bridge is as busy as ever with jumpers walking along it and a few of them jumping off it. If only they knew what was going to go down tonight. "There you are," Ri says popping up behind me. "I was starting to think that he already took you."

She hesitated no longer to pick them again and straightly checked the phone for the time - it was one o'clock in the morning. She looked at the painting, The Via's Masterpiece - It was the same painting that her hallucination brought her inside a while ago. This type of painting is called hyperrealism, the kind of painting that she devoted most of her time to achieve perfection for this art category. She placed the canvas on one side of the wall and positioned herself on the other side of the wall to study her creation from a small distance. The portrait of the young woman placed on grasses and flowers and the background of the two mountains similar in size an