Cool Last Names Fantasy Novels & Stories

] [Dragon King: They don’t look like they know we are here. [Fire Phoenix: That red-haired is annoying me for some reason.] [Fairy Queen: Same feelings here @Fire Phoenix.] ……. A/N: For clarifications: Dragon King - Oliver Troublemaker Goblin - Jethro Silent Werewolf - Draven Snow Fox - Snow Not Little Mermaid - Nayara Fire Phoenix - Lumara Fairy Queen - Crystal Do you like these nicknames I made for them? On the other note, thank you for reading~ lovelots

The day of the winter cup finals came rather quickly, 45 minutes till the match, both teams were already getting ready for their games, for how ridiculous their opponent team name was they were intimidating, a team of Elite primes, Alpha type with an Enigma captain, compared to his own mixed team of various sub types Taiga knew they were a formidable opponent.

“I do not believe that you are strong enough to ride on your mare just yet. Now that we have settled that, let us begin our journey home. Weruona here misses his wife and children very much, and I believe Zanisk has a horde of she-wolves eagerly awaiting his return.” There was a murmur of laughter among the families and clan members in the gathering. In this era, Weruona was the name of Gary Silver, the firstborn son of Vak Smallchief and the next in line to become Prime Alpha. Whereas, Zanisk was Eric’s name here. It felt weird to her that her brother was her in-law in this life and he didn’t recognize her or know who she was in ‘reality’.

The zipper of Lila’s crimson dress slid down with agonizing slowness. Cool air kissed her spine as the silk parted. The woman—call her Jade, from the emerald flash of her gown—peeled the fabric from Lila’s shoulders, letting it pool at her feet. Lila stood in nothing but black lace panties, sheer thigh-high stockings, and the heels that made her legs look endless. The man—let’s name him Victor—circled her slowly, eyes raking over every exposed inch. His gaze felt like a physical touch.

“That’s what I want to do now.” Corey looked at him, “You don’t have to take care of me.” “I’m not trying to,” Mylo smiled. I’m trying to remind you that you’re allowed to need people too.” Corey’s eyes burned, he looked away quickly. Jethro noticed. Are you crying? “No.” “You are, you definitely are.” “I’m not.” Corey laughed quietly and wiped his face, don’t tell Mom. Jethro grinned, “Never.” They sat quietly for another moment then Jethro spoke again.

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.

No more running. No more drives. No more shadows. Just them. And the fantasy that had never ended only deepened, only sharpened, only become more completely, irrevocably theirs. He pulled her closer. Whispered against her ear voice rough with promise: “Happy anniversary, Mrs. Costa.” She turned in his arms. Kissed him slow. “Happy anniversary, Mr. Costa.” And somewhere in the dark valley below, the river carried on keep ing every secret, holding every moan,

The group erupted in shocked laughter and whistles. My stomach flipped. Jax and Marcus. They were standing a few feet away, leaning against the railing, watching us with matching dark, interested expressions. Jax — my roommate’s older brother, was tall, heavily tattooed, with a cocky smirk that made panties drop across Miami. Marcus — his best friend — was quieter, more intense, built like a fighter with sharp features and eyes that always seemed to see too much. I’d fantasized about them more times than I cared to admit. But right now, getting a dare about them held me back a bit.

He had been her long time crush and finally she had her chance at dating him only to be dumped for a much prettier, hotter blonde senior. Shawn was every high school girls fantasy, his protruding abs would make them crave for a touch, his killer looks got their eyes dizzy at his sight, he was even hotter being the school's baseball captain and he was excellent at the game. Emily had a short lived romance dating the hottest, meanest and popular guy in school and when it ended she as the victim got no sympathy from the masses. Majority of the girls hated her for having Shawn's heart and Bailey was loved for putting an end to it.

she boasted. "Classy," I mumbled under my breath, knowing that Luca could hear. "I'll see you around, Ella, and SpongeBob or whatever your name is," she said before marching off in her high heels. "Rude," Luca grumbled. "It's Ernesto Ludwig Weasley-Squarepants." I choked on my final fry and had to use my remaining lemonade to wash it down. "But really? Weasley-Squarepants? What kind of messed up, perverted Ron and SpongeBob breeding process is involved in producing a child with that surname? And ringworms? Where the fuck did that one come from?" He questioned.