Cerita Fantasi Novels & Stories

Sorry for not introducing myself earlier on. You can call me “The Diwata”. It’s our local term for a Fairy Enchantress. Try to imagine me as a full-grown woman, but I’m actually a Fairy. So no, I do not look anything like Disney’s Tinkerbell. I will be your storyteller in all the stories in the book. And just like everything you read here, it’s up to you to decide which is real, and which is not…

On a special day where she first saw on an unexpected situation the face of the man that she used to see and was able to be within her dreams and fantasies. She had a large photo of this man right on the wall of her room. And on the back of that big picture there she wrote and announced how much and for how long she would love and dedicate her whole heart to him without any covetousness. That photograph then served as the image of him with whom she spoke with. She felt that because he was smiling, the man in the picture was smiling at her. And even everything was pure fantasy. Nothing is missing, because she is happy.

“Where did he get this?” Farida shrugged. “He didn’t say. Besides, I kinda believe he made that story up to give the painting an air of mystery, not that it needs that to sell by the way.” “You may be right,” Erin said, her eyes still glued on the stone. “And on that note, I say we get on with our work for today,” said Farida.

The stories she had shared with Theo melded with the narratives of the dream realm, creating a kaleidoscope of tales that danced before her in a mesmerizing display. As she wandered through this fantastical land, Mama Hazel encountered creatures of myth and magic, each one a guardian of stories untold, a keeper of secrets waiting to be revealed. The characters she met whispered of forgotten tales, of hidden truths, and of the transformative power of storytelling that bound their fates together in an intricate dance of destiny.

Antonio spoke as he moved closer to me. I jumped, immediately trying to push him away. "You're being way too bold. My husband is home!" I said, feeling a rush of panic. Antonio chuckled, a mischievous grin on his face. "What's the problem? Doesn't it make it more exciting?" I thought to myself that Antonio was absolutely crazy, but for some reason, I couldn't help but get swept up in his madness. After what seemed like forever, Antonio finally pulled away from me.

Until dawn crept through the curtains. Until the package arrived. Until tomorrow became today. And the fantasy The forbidden, addictive, all-consuming fantasy Became forever. Fade out on the snow. On two new passports lying open on the dresser. On two gold bands glinting in the wea k morning light. On her moan soft, satisfied as he whispered against her skin: “The fantasy never has to end.”

Leo said from behind me, removing his pants in displeasure. A foreign sensation entered my body, and I shuddered. "What are you doing?" "Duh. What do you think? Isn't this what you've been looking for?" As Leo spoke, he lifted my legs. A wave of heat and shame hit me at once. Flustered, I quickly said, "I'm not ready yet! Leo, give me some time—" Before I could finish speaking, Max suddenly nibbled on my delicate point. He slowly unfastened his belt and wrapped it around my hands.

he says as he hands over the piece of paper. As I look at the drawing, I can’t help but think I have made an impression. A male cartoon character is lying on a table with a knife through his hand. Blood was oozing over the side of the table. A girl with yellow hair stands behind the table. At her feet is a broken crown. The title at the top of the page reads ‘The Beta has arrived. It’s about time.’ “I’m guessing someone else is glad you’re here,” Matty says as he throws a strawberry into his mouth.