Romans & histoires Best Female Fantasy Books

Deliberately forgot, but that's hardly the point. I grind my pussy against his hardness as he swipes my hair to one side. He buries his face in my exposed neck and takes a long sniff. "You smell like a real-life wet dream." Real-life wet dream? I laugh at my vivid imagination. Tens of women at work drool over Rhys Redmond, but I must be the only one filling up pages with fantasies of things that will never happen. If this doesn’t get me checked into a mental facility, nothing will.

From my emotions and feelings towards her, I was still like a reader reading the book with the b*tch butting into the story. I walk my way where I could find total silence, the library. There were no students around and only the librarian is there. I step inside and I was overwhelmed with silence, this is what I want, peace. I move my feet slowly, looking at the book, trying to grab a masterpiece. There were thick and thin books. I look at the story titles one-by-one. I went to the fantasy section. The Magic Of The Bottle The Lost Genie The Werewolves Mate The Bloody Moon

It was hard for her to read the words, but lighting a candle she did so just the same. Winastra was so close to perfection as a person and the answer as to why must lie in this book that she seemed to already know by heart because she had read it so many times. If she could Wenzou wanted to learn what it was that made Winastra so different. She had asked Winastra but the woman did not seem to be able to share her beliefs with her in a way that made sense to Wenzou. An idea popped into Wenzou’s head, then, “Did the blonde girl, Tasy, did she know this book?”

Nor had she ever seen such an eclectic collection of oddities. She picked up a pair of boots, vinyl, with a huge, plastic zipper. A vague memory of a porn film she had accidentally flipped on one late night flashed through her mind. Dominatrix, she believed it was called. She dropped the boots and sank onto a little bench sitting against the wall across from the racks of costumes. Fantasies. She had never had a sexual fantasy. All her sexual thoughts had always centered on Steve and their quiet sex life. All she had ever wanted was his hands on her, his lips telling her the things she wanted to hear.

There were also creatures that resembled human women but with skin the color of moss and lips like purple wine. Then Ruslan saw a young girl about his age. She had the most beautiful white-gold hair and skin that appeared to shine moon-bright. Her face, too, was otherworldly beautiful as her hair. When she turned, her brilliant pale blue eyes met his for the longest time. At the sight of her, Ruslan thought of the sorceress and Cassandra. He wondered what they were doing now. The demons walked him through the other sad, brilliant eyes. They reached an empty golden cage. Ruslan took a deep breath and stepped into it. He didn't bother to look at the label on his cage. It was probably read: hum

Seeking Deeper Fantasy is set in Stark city, where Corey Lawson, a 31 years old faces challenges as he discovers that the woman he is in love with, Kisha Prime, is the reason his whole childhood became a nightmare. Driven by resilience, he takes Legacy Woodwork to a greater height. Kisha Prime, a 25 years old, raised by her stepfather Morgan Lawson, the man who abandons his family to be with his one true love, Marla. Sharing deep memories together of life, but unfortunately are not allowed to be together because of the hatred between both families. Robert Prime, deeply in love with Marla orchestrated a wedge between Morgan and Marla by getting married to her against her will. Mor

I can make a life for myself once I run away, judge and juvie be damned. Juvie would have been a better choice. When the door opens, a woman walks inside. My previous bravado pales at the sight of her. The only word that comes to my mind when looking at her is magnificent. She’s tall with a trim figure, pale skin, and perfectly coiffed, silver hair. I didn’t even know hair could be that color because she looks to be in her forties. It’s the early hours of the morning, and she’s wearing a stylish skirt suit. She walks over to stand behind her desk.

Eventually, with my arms full, I found Nicholas still in the fantasy section. He was engrossed in a thick hardcover, his brow furrowed in concentration. “Find something good?” I asked, approaching him. “Possibly. But I think you might like this one.” He handed me a paperback with an image of a woman wielding a sword on the front. I read the title aloud. “‘The Lycan Chronicles.’ Hmm, never heard of it.” “It’s a fantasy series,” he explained, still flipping through his own book. “Great world-building, complex characters...” He glanced up and smirked. “Plus, it has some... steamy scenes.”

The girl laughed again when remembering those ridiculous things. Lizzy really thought that the events that happened to her were too coincidental with the cutesy stories she had written and so she wanted to laugh. The fantasy romance that made her name and sold thousands of copies. High fantasy that led to her success as a young writer. "Have you read my novel all the way through?" she asked again, leaving Alaric even more confused. Alaric thought all the babbling was a Datura effect. "I haven't read any books," Alaric replied flatly.

I didn’t know what magic smelled like, but this room felt like it had some. I stepped inside slowly, looking around like the brave warrior princess I pretended to be when I played with my dolls. So many books. Stacks and stacks of them, tall and wide and thick and dusty. I touched one of the shelves, my fingers dragging over the wooden surface until I stopped in front of one really old-looking book with gold edges. The title was shiny. “The Flare Witches.” Oooooh. That sounded cool.