Drunken Fairy Novels & Stories

Six months ago, White Mountain They tossed her around among them. "Who wants the youngest of the fairy's little warriors?" one of the massive southern fairies shouted as he toyed with Prenah, ripping her luminous silky robes and pulling her hair. One of the cruel southern warriors struck her on the cheek with a closed hand, bringing blood from her olive skin.

He didn’t want me to get any closer. Seconds later, Millicent’s tall form came into view. Creatures ran from behind her in droves. Millicent reached out her hand, causing Frederick to levitate. He floated backward toward her, unable to do anything but stare at me. His lips wobbled as he cried. When he was in front of her, Millicent wasted no time laughing as she maliciously ran a dagger across his throat.

"Megumi's been asked for a couple drinks by the neighboors, would you be so kind and watch over this clumsy girl, Kou?" Kou chuckles and agreed as my mom tossed us outside. I awkwardly said, "You don't have to, you know?" "Why are you drinking again? Is your heart broken again?" Kou teased I protested, "Hey! I wasn't drunk last night. I just... I wanted to avoid Yui and Henry." "I know." Kou said, "Well, I have plenty of time. So, let's go." "Go where?" "Drinking." I smirked at him and said, "Call. The first one who gets drunk gets to earn a favor from the other one."

I thought to myself. For the rest of the day I had to endure my brother's and father's tantrum and after what we call an unhealthy amount of waiting we finally met Amelia, Nebula tribe's alpha mother. She was wearing a plain bright red skirt which was below her knees, same red blazer and a white top underneath with matching red high heels. As we approached her my father smiled his one of the finest fakes smiles that he usually put on his face on the occasion like this, my brother was trying to be a gentleman which he was.

I guess her height is 176 cm which is 12 cm different from me, who has a height of 188 cm. She is beautiful, enchanting. A unique beauty, I called her beauty "fairy tale beauty". Is she from another country? She looks different from a common girl in this country. After a while, she finally realized that I was staring at her. That girl, Nadya, whom I didn't know her name at that time, saw me too. While I looked at her with a look full of admiration, she smiled at me. Her cheeks weren't red, maybe that's her "Candle skin" uniqueness, but I could sure that she was shy when I looked at her. And behold, even her gaze is so different; her gaze is gentle, delicate, and winning. I swear she looks li

she said, her voice melodic and poised as she bowed gracefully, I returned the bow, my curiosity piqued. "I am Avery Lockwood, second daughter of my father, the ruler of the Fairy World," she introduced herself, her voice clear and unwavering. I had heard tales of the Lockwood sisters, the most formidable fairies in their realm. Alvary Lockwood, the eldest, was renowned for her fierce combat skills and wild nature, her prowess in close combat rivaling even Selene's. Then there was Avery, known for her powerful fairy magic, calm demeanor, and elegance. Yet, seeing her in person left me intrigued and perplexed.

I raised my voice. He chucked and raised his hands in mock surrender. "Fine, fine. Here's what's going to happen," he said. "I grant you three wishes… one for each time you're able to… satisfy me." The way he said it made me want to vomit. But besides that, what was he talking about? "You're a genie?" He smiled. "No, darling. I'm a fairy. There's a difference." "What's the difference?" He smirked and replied, "Genies stay in a bottle. My cock alone wouldn't even fit in one."

There’s no faking it in the slightest when I lose control, my pussy squelching as I moan like Beverlythe whore. I’m a wreck on the bed when I’m done coming and he pulls the dildo out of me. I could lie here in the aftermath all night long, but he wastes no time in going back to the mini bar and gesturing me over with a click of his fingers. Fuck. My whole body is wobbly as I drop to the floor and crawl to him. I’m sure my makeup must be a total mess as I grin up at User 677 like he’s a king. “More champagne, little whore?”

The eyes of the wolves all turned to me now and the tipsy stranger’s blond hair bobbed as she turned to widen her eyes at me. She was ethereal…like a fairy, with big doe-shaped hazel eyes and a face so small I could have sworn it would fit in my cupped hands. How much more embarrassing could one night be? “Beg your pardon, miss? Are you alright?” the blond fairy tittered, laughing like the sight of my ruined dress was the funniest thing on the planet before she snapped up the wine glass i’d been holding, sipping it with all the air of a queen bitch.

I stayed silent for a long time before I finally spoke. My voice was hoarse and unfamiliar. “The house my mother left me is still in Sienna’s hands.” “Can you help me to get it back?” Sebastian shot me a glare full of barely contained frustration. “My aunt’s property? Don’t worry. I’ll get every last bit back for you. No need for you to fret.” He pushed a glass of whiskey toward me. “I’m just afraid once your wounds heal, you’ll forget the pain.”