Cozy Fantasy Novels & Stories

For all everyone in this room knows he could have gotten a girl pregnant but isn't aware of it yet. “M, yeah. Definitely judgy” Sheila smirked and she and Ian nodded. “That's your problem.” I shook my head and put my head phones on. I stood up from my bed. I was wearing a hello kitty pyjamas. I walked over to my closet, picked out an outfit and headed to the bathroom to change. I stepped out in a purple oversized hoodie that could pass as a short dress that stopped halfway on my thick thighs. My blonde hair was tied in a cute pigtail. I stood in front of the mirror on a door of my wardrobe and did light make-up.

Summary: Arianna Cole craves to be used, dominated, and taken by multiple men at once. Behind closed doors, her darkest fantasies come alive, and nothing can satisfy her hunger. Warning: This story is filled with themes of submission, cock-hungry sluts, BDSM, double penetration, humiliation, interracial fantasie, and gangbangs with men of all sizes. Skip if you get triggered. Only continue if you are ready to shiver, scream, and cum like never before. •••••••••••

She closed the door behind her and looked around, scrutinizing everything like it was shit. “So you’re the assistant,” she said, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. “The one who spends all those late nights with my fiancé.” I was surprised but tried to stay professional. “Yes, I’m Ava. I help Mr. Voss with his schedule and documents.” She stepped closer, her eyes narrowing. “Let’s be honest. You think you can seduce him, don’t you? The way you look at him. The way you dress, that skirt squeezing that ass you barely have. You think you have a chance with my fiancé?”

Kisha quietly made her way to the door, didn’t want to make her presence known to Mylo. Her inside was building, clenching her walls tightly. She never gets horny easily but she needed a release badly right now. She entered her car, pulled down her panties and began to beat her meat, exploring her wonder land, bucking her hips against her fingers. Corey…damn me !!! she called out his name grinding fiercely till she came. Her breathing was rasped. She made a mess of herself but this time she refused to cry. She fantasized about Corey’s hands, because her traitor brain remembers them better than she wanted.

“I beg your pardon!” Erin said haughtily. She didn’t know which one annoyed her the most – that this strange man had the audacity to call her his mate or that she felt he might be telling the truth. “Erin, there you are!” Farida said and waltzed into the back room in her flowing chiffon kimono with beautiful Aztec prints. Her chocolate skin glistened with health and her full Afro hair looked like a dark halo around her head.

They also have purple blood. Kilin class are smart cunning creatures that have both scales and fur of brown. They are able to mask their scent and almost complete disappear from the eye. They appear almost invisible except for a small blur of lights that surrounds the hair areas of their body. There are hard to find and even harder to kill, they have purple blood that if not washed off can burn and slowly eat away at skin. Coatyl class are small furry creatures that eat st the remains of the bigger classes, so far they remain harmless. They have beautiful white, brown or grey fur that is very sought after in the cities. Their blood runs blue.

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.

Aunt Jo is helping Carson with wolf training while I’m having extra study sessions with Matty. I sat there reading a book on werewolf history. It’s pretty basic. But I don’t know the information. I am making loads of notes. While turning the page, I placed my coffee mug on the table. I allow my fingers to circle the rim of the mug. “What the goddess?” Matty gasps. I looked up at him, and he was staring at my mug. I looked over. The coffee was spinning around in the mug like it had just been stirred. “What?” I asked.

"You can't be rethinking this. Can you? You've come this far, you need fo finish this." I still didn't say a word. I just looked at my drink, untouched, fingers tracing the condensation on the glass. I was not just a woman observing her man slipping away. I was seeing him drown and maybe, maybe, I was the one who had started poking holes in the boat to begin with. “There's a lot to do.” Cozy's eyebrow jerked up, but she didn't press. She simply gave a slow, complacent nod, as if she'd seen this game play successfully before. Unknown to her, the game had not even started.

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.