Sometimes Truth Is Stranger Than Fiction Novels & Stories

Said a middle-aged man to Lucas. "Mr. Trex's afternoon." Lucas warmly welcomed the greeting of the agency manager who was renting the building. "As promised, Mr. Lucas may choose one of our models." Mr. Trex said casually. Ellthan let out a low chuckle. Hmm a model agency masked prostitution place. He thought. Lucas sighed unreservedly. "Can't more than one?" He asked irritably. Ellthan looked at Lucas lazily. Mr.Trex smiled "No sir. By the way, not all models are like that." He said that what made Ellthan think why not all of his models became prostitutes.

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.

“Who are you trying to fool? My wife is perfectly healthy! How could she possibly be dead? I just saw her two days ago…” Yet right in the middle of snapping back at the supposed scam caller, a cold shiver ran through him. He swept his gaze over the room, then turned toward the wall — the one stained with blood. Suddenly, his mouth felt dry. He shook his head. “No… impossible, it can’t be… She’s fine, she can’t possibly…” he muttered. On the other end of the line, the caller had completely run out of patience. “Ugh, another clueless family member. Imagine — your own wife’s dead and you don’t even know.”

"It's very rude to question someone over a falsely written article." "Well, how can you say for sure that it's false?" The stranger retorted. "And who are you to say it was written based on true facts?" Leonica asked, finally regaining her composure after the tabloid she had read. What a load of bullshit, she thought as she shook her head, people sure were thirsty for her family's downfall to have enough time to create a bullocks rumor like this. But then again, she shouldn't be surprised, it was expected.

He insisted I crouch by the door to listen to their voices. "On October 6th was Xavier's birthday. I summoned the courage to tell him the truth, but he said he would only listen if I finished all the cream on the cake on the table. He knew I was allergic to cream and couldn't eat any." ... The notebook contained records of events from nearly four years. With every page I read, my body temperature dropped, and countless images flashed through my mind, like someone stabbing me with a knife, causing excruciating pain. It was him, the man I dreamed about, Xavier Quinn.

But she hates us; why can't we tell her the truth? Well well, you're more selfish than I thought. —I stood up. —Do you want to tell her the truth? Do you want to tell her that she killed her parents and ordered me to kill her little sister? That all this time she's been a big hypocrite calling us murderous monsters when she was the one who did it? —I paused for a second. Do you want to destroy her like that just to see if she shows gratitude for what we did for her so you can rejoice in her love?

I added, "He's been feeling guilty over accepting your bribe, so he chose to tell the truth. He's already been removed from his position." Valerie suddenly smiled eerily. "It's all he deserves for being so easily swayed by money. It was almost as if he'd never seen it before! He could barely take his eyes off it when I took it from my pocket."

He caressed her cold, lifeless cheek with his hand, his eyes filled with utter bewilderment. "This isn't real. It's all fake. It has to be fake!" As if suddenly struck by a thought, he crawled frantically to my bedside, pulling away the white sheet that covered me. The moment he saw my lifeless face, he broke down completely. I had never seen him cry so desperately. Hunched over, his gaze lingered on Halle's face and mine, disbelief etched in his eyes. "How could this happen?" he murmured. "Wasn't it all supposed to be a lie?! Why weren't you lying to me?!

Rebecca's face contorted with anger, and she asked, her voice shaking, "What? The Joneses are the top dogs in wealth? You've got to be pulling my leg, teaming up with them to fool me, right? How else could I be clueless about this?" They were beside themselves with worry.

Through all that blood, one lesson had remained constant: the truth was the only thing that mattered, especially when everyone around you was desperately trying to hide it. The Stranger turned his gaze toward the network stream, a genuine, albeit tragic smile breaking across his face. "As stubborn as ever," he murmured. Luca didn't offer a response. The Stranger let out a long, heavy sigh and nodded his head slowly. "Fine." The entire global network fell completely hushed. Billions of human minds held their breath, waiting, listening into the dark.