Best Fantasy Short Stories の小説・ストーリー

The library stood silent, its towering bookshelves casting long shadows under the dim overhead lights, a sanctuary of knowledge where I retreated to lose myself in words. I was introverted, my mind a labyrinth of intellect, but beneath my reserved exterior simmered a curiosity about my own hidden fantasies—erotic encounters in quiet, public spaces, a thrill I’d explored before with lovers past. My skirt brushed my thighs as I moved, a book in hand, the rustle of pages masking the quickening of my breath as I imagined being caught in passion here.

Only the sound of my voice breaking apart as they took turns in pulling me apart. Time blurred out. The desk rattled softly. The air was thick, heavy with sweat and breath and low, dangerous laughter. Every word that I had written in my fantasy journal all came alive. Every secret thought, every shameful desire—they all gave it flesh. They gave it fire. And I couldn’t stop. I did not even want it to stop. I let go. Completely. And as Ethan kept going, I finally found the storm that I had been wanting for a long time. The wave came over me, crashing wave after wave, leaving me trembling, gasping, crying out their names.

Erica whispered to her boyfriend who just smirked at her. "Then we'll do it anywhere you want, baby." END. * Next: When Beast Meets Beauty This is a request of a reader. Sophia was lured to the beast's castle by her jealous step-sister. The beast was said to be dangerous and eats people, but Sophia soon realized what kind of 'eating' it does.

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

Enjoy! I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

Kamala asked and he nodded. “A couple of my crazy guys back in college spoke about it. So it was the fastest way to get the money that I could think of. I signed for one month and by two weeks, I was able to clear the debt and get my home back. I know my story sounds unbelievable in this century but it's my truth” Kamala pulled him in for a hug. They lay back down and she narrated her own story to him, her face wet with tears when she was done.

Designed for people who want their fantasies to be served quickly, hot, and unrestrained, these stories are brief, intense, and explicitly sexy. There are no happily-ever-afters in this story. It's about the rush of the present, the energy of the moment, and what happens when two bodies naturally give in to it. Thus, locate a peaceful area, turn down the lights, and get ready. This is indulging, not just reading. With desire, Author. AUTHOR'S NOTE Writing Tales of Instant Lust was a delightful diversion into wild fantasies, unrestrained cravings, and unforgiving heat. Every story in this collection was written to be quick, intense, and relaxed, for readers who want to jump right into the act

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

I follow, cumming deep, her moans echoing as we slump against the wall, breathless. “You’re mine,” she whispers, kissing me fiercely. Princess, you’re killing me, in the best way. We rejoin the others, Elyria’s glow obvious, my harem smirking. Ardyn strategizes over wine, rebuilding defenses, while Kaelen vows to hunt Guild remnants, Zane scouting for news. I’m content, heart full. I rewrote the novel, saved Cillian, claimed a harem, added a princess. The story’s pull feels gone, our choices ours.

Maya said suddenly, voice sharp with energy that hadn’t been weighed down by food. “Like?” Dante asked, tilting his head, his voice smooth, careless, but curious. “Twenty-one questions,” Maya announced proudly. “We take turns asking questions. You can pick anyone when it’s your turn.” His grin widened, something wicked sparking in his eyes. “And you can’t lie. You must answer. If you don’t, you drink a nasty concoction, vinegar, rotten eggs and spoiled milk.” Dante raised both brows, letting out a low whistle. “Jesus, Maya. You’re a terrible person.”