Crashed Into Fantasy Novels & Stories

Victor pounding deep and hard, hips snapping, balls slapping against her ass. Jade grinding down on Lila’s mouth, fingers pinching her own nipples, moaning loud and shameless. The mirrors reflected everything—Lila bound and writhing, Victor’s muscles flexing with every thrust, Jade riding her face with abandon. Lila came first—muffled screams against Jade’s pussy, body arching off the bed as she clenched around Victor’s cock. Jade followed seconds later, flooding Lila’s mouth with her release, thighs trembling. Victor pulled out, flipped Lila onto her stomach, and entered her again from behind—deeper this angle, brutal. One hand fisted in her hair, the other reaching under to rub her oversen

Holding them steady. Holding me steady. Always. “Zara,” he called. I didn’t look back. “I’ve got them,” he said. I believed him. Without question. Without hesitation. So I focused forward. On the crack. On the thing behind it. On the intent pressing through. The fracture burst open. Not like a tear. Not like a portal. It shattered. Reality splintering outward like glass as something forced its way through with brutal, unapologetic force. A massive form slammed halfway into our world and stuck.

“I’m heading to bed. Don’t stay up too late watching trash TV, alright?” “No promises.” Crystal responds, shooing me away. “You know that’s my favorite type since you’re so boring.” Rolling my eyes, I don’t bother responding before I head to my room and collapse on my bed so that I can finally let the weight of reality slam into me. “Shit,” I hiss, realizing what I was running headfirst into. “There really are monsters living amongst us and pretending to be humans.”

As I stood to leave, Melinda's foot shot out, tripping me. Caught completely off guard, I tumbled to the floor. A glass ornament nearby toppled over, shattering into pieces all around me. Her eyes burned with undisguised malice as she pressed her heel into the back of my hand, driving shards of glass into my palm. The intense pain nearly caused me to lose consciousness. Amidst my agony, Jeffrey's angry voice jolted me back to reality. "Evalyn! How long will you keep up this act? Are you staging this pathetic scene just for money now?"

He’d bleed from the inside out. When they finally reached Maya’s apartment, Dante killed the engine and stepped out with him. He walked him up to the door without a word, then caught him gently by the wrist. He leaned down, pressed a slow kiss against Maya’s lips, and let him go. He stayed there, , Maya looked at him, sadness in his eyes, he knew Dante was spiralling, questioning. Watching until Maya disappeared inside, before he finally turned back to his car.

I guessed I was so used to being alone here that I never noticed. I brushed Mom off and told her to get some rest before heading off with my car keys. As soon as I got to my apartment, I spotted the Maybach in my parking lot. Harrison was back. Feeling upset, I went upstairs and scanned my fingerprint at the door, but it didn't unlock the way it usually did. Instead, it beeped to signify that my fingerprint scan had failed. I refused to give up. I tried a few more times, but I still couldn't get the door to open. Left with no choice, I tried to key in the password instead, but it had been changed as well.

she continued. Clang! Crash! Clang! The intrusive sound of metal crashing against cement broke her concentration as it echoed in her ears; startling her. The tension in her body instantly exploded, forcing her suddenly forward. She tripped, stumbling over her own feet. In the thick blackness engulfing her she had lost sense of her own body in connection to the room around her. She flew forward. Slam! Her head bounced fiercely against the wall. A thin stream of crimson blood ran from her hairline down her ear, chin and neck. Oblivion mercifully claimed her. The world was suddenly silent.

Killian roared. ​The collision was not a physical impact; it was a Data-Crash. When Killian’s shadow met the Inquisitor’s light, the reality around them buckled. The ground beneath the sled turned into a liquid-grey grid, and the sky flickered from bruised purple to a sterile, blinding white.

That wasn’t a knock. It was the kind of crash you’d hear if someone threw an iron safe at a golden wall. The door up in the sky shook so hard, you could almost feel it in your bones. Every time the “customer” slammed it, a ring of white fire shot across the clouds, and the whole field—where June and Dante were standing—started to ripple, almost like the ground was just water pretending to be grass. The grass didn’t just bend, either. It twisted into sharp silver needles, then snapped back to green again. Everything was coming apart.

I praise Him most of all for turning the evil situation that had been hell pressed to do worse than just simply kill me, into a life made so full with happiness that I could never have asked for as much as He had given to me. In truth, my life had become a fantasy. A dream come true. Glancing back into my mate’s eyes, I could see that the same was true for him. I was well and truly his fantasy.