Ballantine Adult Fantasy Novels & Stories

In another, I held a small, glowing orb in my hands, its light pulsing in rhythm with my own accelerated heartbeat. The most potent images were of battles—clashes of steel, roars of beasts, and the chilling screams of pain. I saw Lycans fighting alongside humans, an unlikely alliance forged in the fires of war. There was blood, so much blood, staining the ground and splattering against stone walls. And through it all, a sense of immense power, both terrifying and exhilarating, pulsed within me, emanating from the glowing parchment. The visions intensified, becoming more vivid, more insistent. I saw a moon, swollen and blood-red, hanging ominously in a sky torn by lightning. Below it, two opp

On the highest floor, no object from outside could reach her balcony and smash the window that easily. She called the service centre for help. But again, there was a knock on the door and she went upto the balcony looking for the sound. The breezes were strong and she got anxious as there was nothing outside that could affect her. Suddenly, her gaze caught something off on the opposite building. There stood a huge wolf. His eyes were piercing through Adrianna's soul as she got her heart in her throat. Those eyes, that Wolf's eyes were familiar and within a blink. The wolf disappeared.

He had been her long time crush and finally she had her chance at dating him only to be dumped for a much prettier, hotter blonde senior. Shawn was every high school girls fantasy, his protruding abs would make them crave for a touch, his killer looks got their eyes dizzy at his sight, he was even hotter being the school's baseball captain and he was excellent at the game. Emily had a short lived romance dating the hottest, meanest and popular guy in school and when it ended she as the victim got no sympathy from the masses. Majority of the girls hated her for having Shawn's heart and Bailey was loved for putting an end to it.

Normal…if you could even call him that. A thought slipped into my mind before I could stop it. How many women had stood where I had just the night before? How many had walked through his penthouse…through his life…without leaving a trace? I pushed the thought away almost immediately. I wasn’t naïve. Nicolai Moreau was one of the most sought-after bachelors in the entire South Bay—and beyond. Men like him didn’t need to chase attention. It found them. Constantly. A flicker of insecurity tightened in my chest as I stepped inside, letting him follow. The apartment, thankfully, was clean. I’d deep-cleaned just days ago, but now it still felt like it wasn’t enough.

I enjoyed the look on his face; I had to admit the gaze Alaric casted when he realized Erebus had his fingers down to my drenched pussycat. I wanted Alaric to ride me there and then have his way,plunge inside of !r with fast thrusts. I wanted more. I wanted Enoch to watch and jerk off on his cock while both men had their way with me, one sucking on my tits and one having his tongue between my pussy For fucks, I wanted Enoch hungry eyes to be pinned pn me while he relaxed Into his chair , running his hand over his thick and veiny lengthy dick and pumping his seeds right through the cap of his cock.

he said. "Trust me, I am," Ethan replied. "So have you heard from Silvia?" He asked Ethan. "No. But I saw her picture in a magazine last week, getting cozy with Gabriel. Guy, she has moved on. Just don't disturb yourself." Ethan said. Gabriel also happens to be one of the most eligible bachelors in the country. He runs his clothing line and he is also Ethan's distant cousin. "I'm now wondering if I was ever in love with her," Lawrence whispered.

“Lot seven. Twenty-six years old. Five foot seven. Natural 34C. Shaved smooth. Limits submitted: no permanent marks, no scat, no needles. Safe words in place. One month unrestricted use. Starting bid one million dollars.” A low murmur rolled through the room. Chairs creaked. Someone whistled soft. Lena’s heart slammed so hard she thought everyone could hear it. The first paddle went up. Black. Gold number three. “One point two.” Another. Number twelve. “One point five.” Bids climbed fast. Voices calm. Numbers sharp. “One point eight.” “Two million.” Lena’s breath came short. Her clit throbbed with every new number. Wetness dripped faster now. A small puddle formed between her feet on the pol

"I did not ask you a question. I gave you an order. Bend. Over. My. Desk." Ella walked to his massive mahogany desk on trembling legs and bent over it, the cool wood pressing against her breasts. She heard Damien move behind her, heard the clink of his belt buckle. "You made a three hundred million dollar mistake today," he said, his hand caressing the curve of her ass. "That earns you ten. Count them." The first smack came without warning, the sound echoing through the empty office. Pain and pleasure bloomed across her skin, and she gasped.

“You are fucking soaked, I haven’t even touched you yet.” My fantasy of getting fucked over his table is now coming to reality, I whimpered as his fingers moved my panties and touched my pussy. He raised my skirt up to my waist with no hesitation, the cold air hit my wet panties making it extremely cold on my pussy. He carried me like I weighed nothing, and set me down on his cold glass desk, he removed my panties and shove my legs apart, wide and open, like a slut. His fingers traced the juice running down my thighs back to my pussy, rubbing my pussy and looking into my eyes. My skin tingled and breath hitched.

Kevin groaned harshly. "She's sweet, isn't she? So goddamn sweet. I want to taste her again," Alyssa moaned. "No, it's my turn. You'll have your time with her tomorrow, just save some for me." She tipped her head back and giggled. "Don't you worry about that. I have a feeling once we get going our little Bethany will be quite the nympho." I stiffen slightly at the implication of being a sex addict. I was not a sex addict. I had a healthy sex drive for my preferences, I defended myself silently.