Amputee Fantasy Novels & Stories

A spear that can be imbued with elemental magic for Trent with the ability to control ice. Daggers for Luke with the ability to multiply himself. A metal recorder for Athena with the power to see a person’s past and future. Heaps of books for Dion with the ability to copy any material he saw. And for Nicole who is a summoner, she has a space ring. Trent threw something at Celestin, which was immediately caught by the woman even though her eyes were closed. Trent was surprised by what happened because he did not expect that Celestin would be able to catch it.

Corey grabbed my hips bucking it rapidly and he slammed harder into my dripping coochie. Ahh… uhm … yes! Yes, eat me out. “Gosh, I can feel you so deeply” I breathed. Uh.. Yh eat me out loud.. uhm, slamming flesh against each other. Both holding onto each other like they would never let go, deep fantasies, Soul shattering moments. What seems like forever became present as tears stream from Kisha’s eyes. I never imagined I’ll get to feel you inside me again. Corey .. I’m so sorry all I ever wanted was for you to be safe.

he begged and I nodded I don't know what he really want to say. He came closer to me and sat on my bed.. "please promise me"he begged again Like seriously!! "OK since you don't trust me let's make a deal, if I get mad you'll slap me back to earth"i said "slap you? "he asked "yeah slap me"i said "hmm, deal"he said "talk already "I yelled This is not me, am really changing all because of Jace. "I would first like to apologize for making you pass through all this headache "he paused

She also didn’t feel comfortable about bringing another man into Omar’s life. The weird sexual fantasies that Amy would have would get stronger and weirder every night. There was one sexual fantasy that would arouse Amy the most. She loved sci-fi action films. In Amy’s fantasy, she would imagine making love to her husband in the front seat of a futuristic mid-engine sports car that was on an automated assembly line, being constructed by factory robots. Amy imagined her weird fantasy as an opening scene to a sci-fi action film.

He walked toward the bathroom, each step steady, though his heart was pounding. And behind him, Dante walked back to the chair, the cigarette burning low between his fingers. He stared at the closed door, "this is just the beginning" he groans, they'd just jumped the highest hurdle, but can they keep jumping, he has both a Elite prime luna and an Elite prime omega, can he really satiate them? No, doub was the beginning of self destruction, he knows his strength, his Enigma is no where near being weak, he has to get over that fear, that fear Yuno had instilled in him.

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.

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“Yes, but in a few hours, your leg will be good as new. And the best part? The army can afford to heal thousands more soldiers this way instead of wasting full-strength potions on one person.” Leon blinked in amazement. “You mean… no more choosing who gets healed and who doesn’t?” The nurse’s smile softened. “No more choosing. Everyone gets a second chance now.” In a bustling workshop, blacksmiths and engineers worked side by side, assembling something never before seen in Fantasma—mechanical prosthetic limbs. A veteran knight, Sir Alden, watched as an Aeternums doctor secured a sleek metal arm to his shoulder. He had lost his limb years ago and resigned himself to a life of uselessness.

Chantal felt her eyes widen at her mother’s words. “It could be fifteen.” Elofson smiled. “A good friend of mine lost his leg in Afghanistan. I want to help amputees.” “For fifteen million, I’ll race you back to Colombo.” Grinning, Chantal nudged Dishan in the arm. Alexis waved her hand in the air. “Can I come too? I could help to open up the clinic, but I don’t have transport.” “We don’t have room.” Dishan reached for his walkie-talkie.

Turned out, Amber's fingers had turned red. "Gosh! Why is it like this?” Sobbing, the woman stared at the shovel lying on the snow. "I'm too tired to lift the shovel. So, I used my hands. I didn't know my fingers could be like this." "Stupid! You have frostbite," Adam said without thinking. Hearing the diagnosis, Amber's cries suddenly stopped. "Then, should my hand be amputated?" “I don’t know. Let’s pray that my treatment works. Come in!"