Fae Novels & Stories

"Shit, you're hot as hell." My cheeks blushed in the same second. Damn, he's way too sincere. "Thank you? You're hot too." Kai looked pissed and Ryusei smiled wickedly at him. "I'm Ryusei like Kai said. You are?" I look at Kai and Ryusei again. "I won't tell my name yet, okay?!" "I like a mystery. You look like someone named Freya." Not at all. "Nope. Beautiful hunch, but you're wrong. So, you're a fae male?"

Winnie drinks it right out of the bottle until she gives herself a stomach ache. The downside is whatever we take that cannot compost, we have to bring back. Meaning the trash. There’s hardly a dumpster or recycling center available. I’m sure as hell not going to be the asshole that pollutes the place. Everytime we come back we have bags of trash. I packed a cooler with drinks for Grace, knowing she probably wouldn’t be thrilled with only water and goat’s milk. There are orange and lemon trees but the fae mostly claim the citrus for themselves. I tossed in some lemonade packets for good measure. I tossed in some stuff to fix hot dogs as well.

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There’s no meat - the fae doesn’t believe in killing other living beings for their food, but there’s bread and cheese, fresh fruit, and juices of every kind. I lean forward to make myself a sandwich with the dark bread and deep, yellow cheese, nearly moaning with pleasure when I bite into it. It tastes different somehow. Cleaner. Unlike the food we buy in the shops. “What did you do to this?” “Nothing,” the fae answers. “Why? Is it not to your liking?” “No. It’s frigging delicious.” Pleased, Oberon nods. “We grow our own food in our forests. Untouched by human hands and their pollution. This is what food always tasted like.”

I said, and the door opened. Fae walked in with grace and a huge smile. She was wearing a comfortable cotton shirt with a print of a cheerful woman dancing in the meadow on it. She paired it with jean shorts that ended on her mid-thigh. She looked beautiful, and with her long legs, she rocked it! "Hey, girl!" She happily went to my side and raised a brow at me upon seeing the poorly straightened crumpled paper on the side. "Now, I know you're frustrated, but don't vent it out on the poor documents," she joked, and we laughed.