Action Fantasy Novels & Stories

“Fine. Who the hell are you?” She tilted her head. “Let’s play a game.” I narrowed my eyes. “Not a fan of games.” “You’ll like this one,” she teased. “For every correct guess about me, I’ll remove a piece of clothing. And for every wrong guess, you will.” I scoffed. “Pass.” She pouted. “Afraid you’ll lose?” I smirked. “Afraid I’ll win too quickly.” She laughed, shaking her head. “Try me.”

"He says to leave several alive and be sure they see some of us dead." Nicolas was getting the blood and violence he craved. The attack was sudden. Amy and Vorlyk battled The Moor, making it intense and bloody. They had to be sure the cats thought The Moor remained on their side. The male cats were reckless and unorganized. Raykon was obviously using the untrained as fodder. Two cats jumped Nicolas.

She felt like a child who had wondered into an R rated movie. "Our employees are all chosen for their exceptional physical traits. All the men are at least six feet tall, all are younger than thirty, and all are-" Here Mrs. Hartley hesitated, making Emma look up. There was a sparkle in her eyes as she held her hands a little over a foot apart. "-well endowed," she finished. "The ladies are also chosen carefully," she continued. "They are all well-toned and have a bra size of at least DD. A dozen ladies are available for fantasy play, as well as more than twenty males."

Big Jim stayed where he was, refusing to move. "What's happening? Is he out?" "Not yet. As soon as Big Jim moves, Aaron's gonna try to nab the flag in the back of his shorts. Then it's over" "Why doesn't Big Jim just quit now? It's obvious he's lost." "Quitting is not in our vocabulary," he answered, shaking his head like I was an idiot. "And it's not always a lost game at this stage. Watch." Big Jim jumped to his feet and spun, his speed incredible for his size, but Aaron had already dashed forward. Big Jim knew what was coming and lashed out, his fist connecting with Aarons face.

The exhaustion from the day's troubles was too much for his hypoglycemic system. Jason fiddled away with the envelope which slipped off his quivering hands. Losing his balance, Jason dropped to the marble floor with a loud thud, and everything blacked out. *** Song: Anna of the north (Lovers) 💔💔 You told me I would never see you walk away. Said you'd never break my heart Never leave me in the dark I guess there are just some promises we shouldn't make Shoulda knew from the start I'm in the dark Show a little loving

My fingers found my clit—already slick, already begging—and the first slow circle made my back arch so hard water sloshed over the edge. “Oh God,” I whispered, even though I knew it was the wrong name to say. I stroked faster. Two fingers sliding over and around my clit while my other hand came up to pinch my nipple the way I imagined he might. The water made everything slippery, louder. I slipped one finger inside myself, then two, curling them the way I’d done every morning for weeks. My hips rocked up to meet my hand. The fantasy took over completely—Father Chris’s voice in my ear, his breath hot against my neck, his fingers replacing mine, thicker, surer, pressing that spot that made sta

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.

The approach allowed for hunters to fight freely without structural damage to buildings by both hunters and creatures. After ten long years, we had a perfect system in place for raids. A raid was only viable with a minimum of fifteen hunters, four medics, fifty knights and twenty workers. Now, these imbeciles want to change that, common sense replaced by greed. The city of Anatol was by far the wealthiest of the four cities, being built on top of an old gold mine. That mine however has nearly run dry. These fools want to redirect valuable resources to retake a mine overrun by creatures.