The Authenticity Project: A Novel Novels & Stories

One just says “Liar.” The Montclairs have always had their fair share of scandal. But this, this is next level. I managed to survive that boarding school tabloid leak and the PR internship disaster of 2019, but this? This might actually kill me. I throw the phone across the plush hotel bed and bury my head once again into the pillow. Just as I was about to consider trying to sleep off my new reality, a knock rapped at the door. Three beats. Not enough for room service and too impatient to be my mother.

" I shifted the phone to my shoulder, using both hands to organize the final batch of project files that needed to be archived before I could officially close out the synthetic protein research case. The old records room in VM Group's basement level wasn't the most comfortable place to work, but it was quiet and private—perfect for the tedious task of documenting every aspect of our breakthrough treatment for the official company archives. "It's not exactly a fairy tale progression," I replied, pulling another stack of molecular diagrams from the box beside me. "There was that whole part where I was accused of corporate espionage and nearly lost everything I'd worked for." "Details," Jennife

Anna was a miracle child, and so is this book. She looked down on the paperback on her lap, its cover dazzling as ever. The Anthem of Lycanthropy. She couldn’t believe she was the author of this, that this was her life, and that her life story went viral — with everyone thinking it’s a realistic fiction. But of course, nobody knew that she was the writer behind the works except her and Ellie. Everyone just knew the writer as L.M.H. and that was it. Leal Miragia Horryn.

In Love With The Maid Onyido, Joy Ijeoma THE MAID SERIES (Book 1) This novel is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, to real people, living or dead; or to real locales are intended to give the fiction a sense of reality and authenticity. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and their resemblance, if any, to real-life counterparts is entirely coincidental. DEDICATION

said the old man with a devilish grin. -"No, no you are lying. She is my daughter!" I shouted at him. -"It is something you can prove easily with technology. Don't you think?" he suggested in a smugly way. I stood there numbly staring at him. I couldn't believe my ears. My whole life was one big lie. The woman I considered my daughter was not of my blood. She belonged to the enemy. All this time I had a snake in my bosom. I raised a powerful woman to be my rightful heir, my continuation and proved to be the enemy. My world was falling apart. All of my dreams were shattered.

"Eleanor, have you thought this through? This project requires total isolation. Once you head off, you won't be able to see your family." Jonathan Hensley's words pulled me back from my thoughts. My eyes were still damp. A lot had happened at home these past few days—nothing everyone at the institute didn't know about. I, Eleanor Shaw, was a fraud. "I know this incident has hit you hard, but you shouldn't act rashly. This concerns your life."

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.

“Then prove it.” By dawn, Jessica was gone. Only tire tracks and the sound of distant bells remained. Olivia drove back to Bucharest in silence, her thoughts spiraling. Had Ethan truly done this? Was her life nothing but a continuation of his experiment? When she returned to the hotel, she found the room ransacked, files scattered, laptop missing. But on the table lay a single object: a flash drive. It was labeled “Project R Truth.” Her hands trembled as she plugged it into her spare laptop.

She knew the investigation was the only thing that could possibly save my sanity. She leaned back against the heavy door, her eyes scanning the newly opened doorway to 80A. "Fine, Ashford," she said, her voice heavy with resignation. "You investigate your lie. But if you cross the professional boundary, if you disrupt this project, I will not hesitate to expose you for the insane, stalking lunatic you've become." "Understood," I said, a flicker of cold satisfaction warming the guilt inside me. I turned and walked into my new, empty apartment. I didn't look back. I had my base of operations, and I had Nova's hostile, watchful presence directly across the hall. The game was on.

"The doctors said not to overwhelm you—" "Please." I grab his hand, this stranger who loves some version of me that no longer exists. "I need to know if you've ever heard of Marcus Henderson. Or Catherine Lewis. Or a little girl named Truth." His expression shifts to genuine alarm. "Sophie, you're scaring me. Those are characters from your book." "My... book?" Jacob reaches for a tablet on the bedside table, tapping the screen before turning it toward me. I stare in disbelief at the cover displayed: "His Forbidden Truth" by Sophia Winters. My name—or some version of it—attached to a fiction that mirrors my reality.