Cozy Fantasy Novels & Stories

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.

Behind the walls of the magnificent Coile Castle, a princess has been begging for sunshine. She's been cooped up with these books and dolls that won't talk to her even if she wanted to. There were times when she is just counting the strands of her hair so she'll feel that she became productive. Ever since the outbreak among the children and women began, his brothers and father forbid her from stepping outside the palace's premises without their permission. "What if I turned my self into a hamster or ant so I could sneak out from the castle?" she mumbled while scribbling something on a paper

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I run my fingers from his chest to his stomach, thinking where his wolf should be. “ It seems that you want to see the body under the shirt.” Cozy suddenly says with a teasing smirk all his dad actually handsome face. “What?” I do not respond in time. I look confused. He gestures down towards his shirt and I realize that he is talking about that shirt he is wearing. His perfectly sculpted chest along with his sexy abs are showing in front of me and I do not think I have ever blushed harder than I do at the moment.

Does he join some sort of cult or something? Archer is very strange, and he emits so much coldness and authority. He's not a man of many words either. Will I ever be able to escape this miserable life? I need a plan to escape. I need to think of something fast, but first, let me imagine multiple ways of killing Tommy. It brings me joy. Maybe I'm turning into Archer because I'm spending too much time with him, but I want to. I want to kill Tommy. I always daydream about it,, and it has become almost my drea,m, and I pretty much want to accomplish it by all means.

Like I’m not just Zoe the nurse, but Zoe, a woman with needs, with heat coiling low in my belly just from the way he looks at me. “Long shift?” His voice is deep, smooth, wrapping around me like a promise. I swallow, my fingers tightening around my coffee cup. “You have no idea.” He steps closer, close enough that I catch the scent of his cologne….something rich and spicy, like cedar and sin. His thigh brushes against mine under the table, just for a second, but it’s enough. My breath hitches. My skin prickles with awareness. “You deserve a break,” he murmurs, his breath warm against my ear. A shiver runs down my spine. “Or maybe something more.”

“And you wanted me to notice.” “Yes.” He hooked his fingers into her thong and dragged it down her thighs, letting it pool at her ankles. Cool air hit her soaked pussy. He groaned softly. “Look at you. Dripping down your legs already.” One thick finger traced her seam, gathering wetness, then pushed inside without warning. She moaned, pushing back. He added a second finger, pumping slow and deep, curling to hit that spot that made her knees buckle. “You’ve been fantasizing about this, haven’t you?” he said against her ear, leaning over her. “About me bending you over my desk and fucking you raw while the campus walks by outside.”

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

“You are fucking soaked, I haven’t even touched you yet.” My fantasy of getting fucked over his table is now coming to reality, I whimpered as his fingers moved my panties and touched my pussy. He raised my skirt up to my waist with no hesitation, the cold air hit my wet panties making it extremely cold on my pussy. He carried me like I weighed nothing, and set me down on his cold glass desk, he removed my panties and shove my legs apart, wide and open, like a slut. His fingers traced the juice running down my thighs back to my pussy, rubbing my pussy and looking into my eyes. My skin tingled and breath hitched.

“Alright, fine. Cards on the table. The real team building starts now. We’ve got these hot toddies, spiked just enough to loosen tongues. No judgments, no HR bullshit. We’re confessing fantasies around the fire. Dark ones. The ones we bury under spreadsheets and sales calls. Who wants to go first?” The room got quiet for a moment, just the pop of the logs in the fire filling the air. My heart started picking up speed, that tingly warmth turning into a buzz that ran through my whole body, making my skin feel electric. What the hell was in this drink? It was making my thoughts race, my body reacting in ways I couldn’t control. I pressed my thighs together without thinking, feeling a heat start