Comedy Fantasy Novels & Stories

He came to realize how desperate he was to save trivia 's life, yet still, his very own life in the hands of a woman who betrayed him years ago was the best choice he could make. “Good enough..you but not solid, you will not become a slave to me? When exactly did you slave away? When you see me, that's all you see? Wicked magic and sorcery! Witches flying over on broomsticks and yanking out propels souls to eat? Having people's fingers for dinner just to maintain our beauty because we mainly look like ogres?” Faedra asked her gaze stone cold while she filled in her complaints; she still couldn't believe that all he saw was her as nothing other than an evolving monster.

"You had a non-dragon mate that you rejected, didn't you?" Fafnir let out an aroused sounding moan, and hearing it coming through the phone was a little more than disturbing to say the least. "Oh boy did I ever. Scarlett. She was the fire fairy princess of our hemisphere. Drop dead gorgeous, curves like you wouldn't believe, long wavy blood red hair, sparkling orange eyes, the heart of a saint with the level of crazy that could keep a man happy in bed until his dying breath." "What ever happened between the two of you?"

With each step they take, they draw closer to the heart of the mystery, and the line that separates reality from fantasy becomes ever thinner. The visions persist, their spell unbroken a tapestry of enchantment woven into the new character's consciousness. Intrigue dances like firelight in their eyes, igniting a thirst for understanding that cannot be quenched. Their thoughts are consumed by the images that have taken root, a symphony of colors and shapes that defy logic. The call of curiosity is too strong to resist, and they find themselves drawn into a quest that transcends the boundaries of their everyday life.

“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.

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.

I believe you'll enjoy this film. "Is it a chick flick full of crying and kissing?" " he asks, poking me in the side with a playful poke. "No," I say, trying not to laugh while avoiding his prodding fingers. "I believe you'll enjoy the film. It's a comedy about a wealthy man who loses everything and is forced to work odd jobs to make ends meet." "Oh," he exclaims. "That sounds like something out of a horror movie to me." We arrive at the movie theater just as the previews begin.

She just hopes she wasn't dreaming. "Thank you, but I'm not a Princess Ibrahil, this ain't a fairytale.." she said sarcastically. "What if I tell you this is a fairytale?" He looked at her closely... "Andrea... I'm a prince!" he said in a low tone of voice. Andrea laughed out loud. "Seriously? Are we in England now? I was actually thinking we are on another planet as I can see too much moons here even at mid-day!" She scoffed.

I asked. He kept on smiling like an idiot and at last broke "Cassandra, cut me some slack I'm not an alpha, why would I'll be there, just to witness our father's conspiracies. Nope I've seen enough of them. I'm out." He said with a shrug. I looked at him through narrowed eyes as my eyes ran through his clothes, he was wearing rugged jeans nowadays this what human called fashionable. His fascination with human world was increasing tremendously and out of our imagination, no one knew why.

His eyes widened as the phone clicked open. "Zoey you were right! His password is Jerry! "Hmm!. Wonders shall never end!" Hunter said.He entered the phone files and checked the documents.Comedy acts were written in them (maybe where he stole his jokes from?) and a copied poem.Hunter checked his videos and even his music list but found nothing out of the ordinary.Next he checked the picture gallery.Scrolling down he saw Jerry and his parents playing golf, Jerry and his parents attending fancy parties, Jerry with his friends, Jerry in selfies, Jerry and his dogs, a border collie and a german shepherd, Jerry and a girl kissing, Jerry laughing, Jerry giving someone the finger, a hand holding a l

"Don't you have any plans to get married? No one spends years with the women you're related to?" Once, speaking to his mother Zeny on a video call, that was what she asked after news of his separation from Beth Cortez, the leading lady in his recent TV series. “Ma, it's like you don't know about this kind of work; almost everything has a contract. So once a project is over, the relationship is over too. If you know what I mean,” he saw one of his Mama's eyebrows rise when she got the meaning. "Do you mean that Beth is also one of the women who became your contract girlfriends?" his mother asked.