Another Typical Fantasy Romance Novel Novels & Stories

“This isn’t a fantasy book, Haylee Smith. I’m talking about our life. So no, you aren’t a vampire.” “Are you sure about that? With everything happening lately, my life definitely feels like a fantasy book.” I retorted, smiling to myself as I walked down the hallway, even though I shouldn’t find this funny. “In fact, this story is transitioning too—into a fantastic fantasy romance. The heat of the kiss we shared with—” “Can you stay focused?” Liya interjected, but I sensed her happiness as we both recalled the passionate moment we had with Xalen before he left my bed. “You are such a horny wolf.”

“They’re not here. I haven’t sniffed out any in this town. Plus, it’s daylight. They can’t come out during the day.” “What about if they had a magical amulet or something?” He widened his eyes. “Well. . .sure. But not many have them and. . .how did you know that?” “The Craving series. It’s these paranormal romance books that talk about vampires. They mention witches and werewolves too, but not as much. It’s mainly about vampires.” Maddox watched her with fascination. Although he was naked and bloodied, she was too out of it to notice. Keeping her talking about the books would be the best way to keep her relaxed.

What if my mate doesn’t find me attractive? I whiffle the thought from my head and step into the shower. Letting the hot water run over me relaxes my tense muscles. As I wash myself, I wonder what my mate will be like. I imagine a strong-willed woman who isn’t scared to be herself. She’ll be the most beautiful wolf. She’ll be mine. The thought causes me to harden, and I stroke myself, thinking of her, imagining how amazing her touch will feel. She’ll make me feel less alone. I release at that thought. I just want someone to love. I finish my shower. My member is still hard, and I know it will take a while for it to relax. It craves something that I can’t give it, my mate's touch.

Ambrose's eyes flickered; he smirked slightly. Larissa noticed that she had gotten distracted. She continued giving Ambrose a pat-down. "Stop … Don't touch me there!" Ambrose turned red from head to toe. Larissa realized that she had gone too far, so she let him go. Ambrose asked shyly, "What are you looking for?" Larissa said seriously, "I wanted to see if you were carrying any magic items that could protect you from the sun." Ambrose said, "Do you seriously think the author will allow fantasy elements in a romance novel?"

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Sandy’s POV Our honeymoon was coming to an end. After spending days, having the time of our lives, we were going back to reality, at least, that was what my brain termed it as. What Anthony and I had here was simply a fantasy. Everything that had gone on since we arrived here was all because of responsibility and our new rule in the contract binding our new lives.

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As each growing second increased the period of their shared gaze, Zara found herself having a racing heart, sweating palms, and a pulsing mind that kept wanting to feel his lips against hers. “H-” Zaramanni swallowed hard to push away her inability to be audible. “How?” Slow and provocative was his action as his darksome eyes traveled to her lips. “It is…” His voice was slow and provocative as well. “… a special gift from the goddess.” Zara was aware she had already pointed out how strange her attraction toward the man was, but she just had to take note of it again. “Oh,” Zara replied. Her voice sounded like someone else’s.

“Fantasy?” Came the uncertain inquiry through the bullhorn that sounded out loudly amongst the hustle and bustle of the crowded pier. Raising my hand I picked up my duffel bag and began making my way forward. As I walked the men about me stared. They always stared. It was kind of nice and yet annoying at the same time. It didn’t help that my Russian born mother so enamored with her relocation to a new and in her eyes, ‘fantasy land’ of America had named me as such.