Fanfiction Narnia Novels & Stories

Cherry whimpered. "You'll try it on, missy. I'm not having you drag me in here for no reason." Michael watched the two girls emerge from the changing rooms with a slightly bemused look on his face. He watched as Cherry followed meekly behind Lucy to the checkout, paid for her new bra and panties, and followed her over to where Michael was examining a rack of nightgowns. Lucy leaned toward Michael's ear and whispered, "Looks like you don't need special powers to turn someone into a sex slave."

She can't destroy my things if she doesn't know my locker combination. The walk to Harris Park feels like the walk Aslan, the lion from Narnia, made for Edmund. He sacrificed himself for Edmund and gave himself up to the White Witch, or so the story goes. My dad used to read me that story besides the fireplace. Then, after mom went to bed, it was just him and me and Narnia. The big tree is empty. Jeremy must have left school earlier because I rejected him. I sure hope he isn't too pissed at me.

A father as terrifying as Baba, a mother as cowardly as Mama, and a sister as sweet as Cara. A tear slipped from the corner of her eyes as she wrote down the characters’ goals. She only wanted one thing, maybe two. Taking a deep breath, she tapped a key on her keyboard. This was her story, and she would write herself a happy ending. Hana wrote until her fingers went numb. But somehow, she couldn’t get herself to stop. It was so easy to picture every scene and change the settings from contemporary to fantasy. To watch Kyle, a dragon rider in her story, burn down the men who tried to harm her with his dragon. She named it K.

Deliberately forgot, but that's hardly the point. I grind my pussy against his hardness as he swipes my hair to one side. He buries his face in my exposed neck and takes a long sniff. "You smell like a real-life wet dream." Real-life wet dream? I laugh at my vivid imagination. Tens of women at work drool over Rhys Redmond, but I must be the only one filling up pages with fantasies of things that will never happen. If this doesn’t get me checked into a mental facility, nothing will.

And if she’s the Quianna I knew, then she also knows the secrets we’ve shared. “You looked like you want to test me out. Don’t come near me or you’ll forget again.” She said to me, so I just stood up a meter apart from her. “Right, first question, what’s my favorite book?” I asked her confidently and she just scoff. “It’s Narnia, you love how the characters would enter to another world and came back like it’s normal.” She proudly answers. She’s right, also by the reason. Whenever I read the book, I kept on wondering how their parent won’t notice their disappearance and they just ended the adventure like nothing happened.

I know that this conversation is going nowhere, and that she probably wants to defend her straight Fanfic, and her characters with no chemistry. — They make a beautiful couple. Kanya is perfect for Will, she comes from a noble family, practically a princess, and my son will be the CEO of our companies, in the future a marriage between them seems inevitable, and... I can't imagine something like that, it's impossible. This Fanfic of hers is doomed to be a nice, big, flop. — This story would be perfect if the future CEO liked a woman, but I think you know he likes a man, don't you?

I shook my head and continued along my path, trying to forget about how sarcasm was the foundation of my speech now. Anywho, Palawana, the town in which I currently live, is probably the closest to the city. Nonetheless, it's also the most ignored, which works well in my favour. Why you may ask? To keep my existence low-key, that is. I, Nadia Rafsani aka Nailah El Nour, am currently working in the grand city, Karandish, infamously known as the land of the exotic bimbos and himbos and everything in between.

It's all a fantasy. Fable has been my escape. An unhealthy one. A safe pretend world where I could bury myself. Just like how Zee cried after she finished the final Harry Potter book, or how Jamie bases so much of her worth on the fictional version of herself that lives across a thousand Instagram pics, in the comments and likes of a thousand strangers. Just carefully constructed lies to comfort and lull. Dreams.

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I said calmly and Nadine shivered. “In that forest we were looking for the grimoire of my dreams,” Nadine said carefully. “I felt the power of the magic notebook, but it was minimal and the location was fuzzy. I don't know if that means anything, but the truth is that none of us were able to use its powers.” At that moment, I saw Aris's eyes widen sharply. “You saw the Fairy Wasteland,” my friend said and Nadine frowned. “That doesn't exist; it's not real,” Nadine replied defensively. “It's just part of a story that—”