Stranger Than Fiction Book Novels & Stories

"It's okay. You're safe." I buried my face in his chest, my voice muffled. "How did they even find this place?" Hector was quiet for a moment. "I'll handle it." True to his word, he took care of it. I didn't know what he did or said, but my family never showed up at our door again. Life finally settled into a peaceful rhythm. I managed to find a new job in Solvane. The company was small, but the culture was incredibly supportive.

"You once asked me..." "...whether an Author controls the story." The voice paused. "You were wrong." "The story chooses the Author." Adrian looked around. "The Stranger?" No answer came. Only silence. Then... the floor beneath the First Study trembled. A deep pulse echoed through the walls. Not violent. Rhythmic. Like a giant heart awakening beneath reality. The White Book floated into the air. Its cover opened without warning. Instead of words... it showed a map. A map unlike any Adrian had seen before.

“I like to find out if there are any serial killers in the areas I visit.” “Okay, neither of us was alive at that time, and I thought you didn't like to travel.” He poked holes in his stories. “A. He could still be alive and killing as I texted. B. This is the first time I am doing this and I hit the jackpot. I mean Clown face? He is a legend.” His eyes glazed over. “That’s so worrying that you're touting this kid killer as a legend. You know that you're a total stranger to me, right?”

Hi, and welcome to STRANGER ATTRACTION. This is Kaelith’s story. A girl found in the woods with no memory, no past, and no name except the one given to her by the wind. She has a father she would give her life for, but her family… they are not all on her side. Her brothers want her in ways she can’t ignore, a stranger has eyes only for her, and everyone in her small town seems to have a stake in her life.

It's like a harry potter but with spice. Entitled 'With her body' it's horror and at the same time fantasy. "Interesting." Ano ba ang mga tao ngayon. Bakit mahilig silang mang-gulat? Kunti na lang at baka atakihin na ako sa puso nito. But about the book. I bought it. With her body. Sounds intersting.

Jennifer scoffed and said, "Wrong? Cedric, I'd know your phony, pretentious act anywhere, even if you were turned into ashes." She strutted toward me in her towering heels, her commanding aura making the crowd shrink back. "You promised to vanish when I kicked you out of the villa. So, what happened?" She stopped in front of me, looking down as if I were nothing but trash. "Now, here you are with some kid from who knows where, crashing the variety show I'm on. Who's this little act for?"

Those beautiful yet sharp eyes regard me with the same intensity that they gave me in my dream. “Well, fuck.” I curse under my breath. * * * Dear Gentle Readers, any idea what on Earth is happening? Do tell your theories in the review/comment section. Thank you and stay safe! P.S. Clarabelle's story is called "Fuck You and All of Your Bullshits" and it is available here on GoodNovel.

I opened the room door which had a big sticker of twenty-nine pasted on it and to my greatest surprise, I saw a guy lying on his stomach, watching a movie or so. It dawned on me that he watching porn when I heard the weird sounds coming from his laptop. He hadn't noticed my presence since he was very engrossed, so I quietly stepped out of the room and let out a big sigh of frustration. So this was my new roommate? Great! Just what I needed!

I paused which stretched too long. I forced a small smile. “Occupational hazard, I guess.” But he didn’t smile back. Instead he leaned forward slightly. “Strange." He murmured. My pulse quickened. “What is so strange in it ? Many people do it .” “ I don’t know why it feels… familiar. Like I have seen it before .” The word hit harder than it should have. I tightened my grip on the cup. “Maybe you’ve seen it somewhere,” I said lightly. “People have habits.”

I could not. Instead, I might as well have said the most foolish thing ever. "And if I knew that the festival offered... demonstrations of masculine anatomy, I would've—" I stopped, horrified. Had I just said that out loud? This was not exactly a part of my ludicrous plan. Mr. Stranger didn't laugh. He didn't mock me. Instead, he stepped closer. Close enough that I could smell leather and something darker, wilder. This was precisely how my journals described it, and I felt both fear and exhilaration in equal measure.