Cnc Fantasy Stories Novels & Stories

Her brain is madness, going in there, would lead you to insanity, she's not grounded, she doesn't like the boring life of the earth or the humans, she prefers her own world, she prefers the madness. Cinderella wrote so far around fifty stories, all of which are different, they run between werewolves, vampires, and even angels, her imagination didn't really know any limits, she's sweet, funny and cute, I loved reading for her, it's not just cause she's my ward I read her stories. I read them because I liked them, I enjoyed them, and the stories are really good. I'm a little, I've been one since the day I died and became an angel, I never had a good life, maybe it's why I'm so connected to Cin

Something told me Gatsby was less cat and more something else, but I didn't know what. I closed the window and went back to bed. "Nothing is impossible." I thought about all the different stories I learned about the creatures of Sharra over the years. I thought about the story of Envy, the unicorn who gave her life to save Silindra and my mother. I thought and thought until I fell asleep. ***

The once innocent lad is now at the ripe age of ten years old and for five years, learning and living under the headmaster’s world. Within the smallest of rooms and on the bottom floor rest a space that has been lived in for nearly five years. There are two cots on opposite ends of the squared-off chamber and on each end right by the beds are a pair of twin desks. These davenports have been through endless generations of usages it seems. The top of the wooden surface has tally marks and names carved inside the framework. By the looks of it, a knife did most of the work. Its legs are thick and provide a foundation for the four legs to hold up the endless weight of others' subsequent life duri

Uncertainty hung in the air, yet the allure of the unknown called to me, promising revelations that transcended the boundaries of mortal comprehension. With a determined step, I crossed the threshold, and the cosmic energies embraced me. Visions cascaded through my consciousness—scenes of ancient realms and futuristic landscapes, characters with untold stories, and the ebb and flow of cosmic energies shaping destinies. The nexus became a kaleidoscope of narratives, each thread weaving into the tapestry of existence. In this cosmic dance, I glimpsed the threads of my own story converging with others, creating a mosaic of interconnected tales.

He said he was going to kill me after fucking me. My mind grew lighter, my thoughts became hazier, and I almost didn’t notice the way his body shifted. Moving away from mine.He removed his hand and backed away.It took me a few seconds to realize that he wasn’t standing on top of me anymore. And then I felt his touch on the insides of my legs.“Tell me, puppy, why do you sleep naked?” His voice was gentle, and so was his touch.“Because it makes your sleep better.”A spank landed on my thigh.“And is good for your skin,” I continued.Spank hit the other one as well.“Now, puppy, tell me again.” He took a break. “But this time without lying.”I grinned. If he wasn’t a fucking killer, we would’ve gott

“Make it a good one.” “Oh, I shall!” it chittered, and with a flourish, it conjured a new narrative pocket in our world. This one wasn't tiny. It was a full-scale, shimmering mirage that overlay a corner of the garden. It depicted a classic, sweeping fantasy epic—knights, dragons, a quest for a glowing mcguffin. But something was off. The knight kept tripping over his own cloak. The dragon was afraid of heights. The glowing mcguffin was just a very persuasive lightbulb.

Each was a florid fantasy, not viewed as a tale, but lived in him. He was always the main character, distinguished and adventurous, an illusion of splendor he supposed. Cavin likes them that way, it is much better than ordinary life. So if the thoughts of an insane journey still come, how was he to say he was cured? When even in a precarious voyage of the supernatural, here he was risking his life again. A true fantasy is a fixed mistaken notion that gains traction, like a wheel of a wagon on the road, it propels a person in different paths, often unpredictable and toward catastrophe.

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.

Jake Pov Today's a beautiful day, the birds are singing beautifully and the trees and the flowers are looking fresh and beautiful.... Today I have an important mission, I am bent on making Jenny forget about her worries inculding Dave problems,and Jean and Alice singing and dancing school which they started a week after my parents returned,are you surprised? I know she didn't tell you, she's so forgetful but she never forgets anything to do with her cat. I don't know if it has her in a trance or something bebecause I would love to try it.

My walls were clenching, my body trembling, my orgasm building higher and higher. "She's close," Jade said. "I can feel her pussy squeezing. She's about to cum all over my cock." "Not yet," Marcus growled. "She doesn't cum until we say so." I whimpered, trying to hold back the orgasm that was threatening to tear through me. It was almost impossible. Every thrust pushed me closer to the edge. Every slap on my ass made my pussy clench harder. "Please," I gasped when Marcus pulled back to let me breathe. "Please let me cum."