Fanfiction Narnia Novels & Stories

Maybe she shouldn't have mentioned the fantasies part. She wiggled her eyebrows, completely unaware that Magnus was listening intently, his fingers barely twitching against his thigh now. The pack around them held their collective breath, waiting for some reaction. Any reaction. "I used to write the most ridiculous fan fiction," Cathy continued, completely unselfconscious. "Edward and Bella? More like Edward and my imagination. I bet he'd be way less interesting in real life. Probably would just brood and play piano all day. At least werewolves seem like they know how to have fun. Do you guys have epic pack parties? I'm imagining full moon dance-offs or something."

Her brain is madness, going in there, would lead you to insanity, she's not grounded, she doesn't like the boring life of the earth or the humans, she prefers her own world, she prefers the madness. Cinderella wrote so far around fifty stories, all of which are different, they run between werewolves, vampires, and even angels, her imagination didn't really know any limits, she's sweet, funny and cute, I loved reading for her, it's not just cause she's my ward I read her stories. I read them because I liked them, I enjoyed them, and the stories are really good. I'm a little, I've been one since the day I died and became an angel, I never had a good life, maybe it's why I'm so connected to Cin

Alora let out a deep sigh. "It's been quite a day, huh? I think this is enough for me for a lifetime. Thank you very much. Narnia was way PG, a fighting squirrel was cute. There's nothing cute about any of these bad boys coming at you. I cannot count how many times my life flashed right before my eyes," she said, gesturing. Evanore gave her a side glance. I did the same and we all burst out laughing. "I must see this Narnia," Evanore said.

he gasped at the woman holding up a pen. “The bookstore across the street!” she smiled. “It’s you, right?” she tapped the cover. “You have the same hair and eyes.” She looked down, “do you also have two cocks?” “Excuse me?” “My girlfriend skimmed ahead, and, in the book, it says Narnurs is the Cockaignian name for ‘he who has two cocks’ and I’m curious if the author only used you because you match the description of the character after she wrote it or if you were her inspiration.” The was looking him up and down and then pointing to the exceptionally large and clearly enhanced package the straps were wrapped around. “I mean it’s evident on the life size cutout in the bookstore there is two.”

In order not to waste time, he opened his book; The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe. He was once again transferred to the world of Narnia, where his dreams were laying. He took a look at the windows and I saw the snow majestically falling on the ground. He smiled and mumbled to himself, "It's snowing like in Narnia." Some students glanced at him from time to time because they were still not used to seeing such hair colour. Sometimes Jimmy gets angry and takes a chisel, ready to cut it but something strange happens. The chisel breaks into tiny pieces as it comes into contact with his hair. For that, he was condemned to always live like this.

How could she think about him when only moments before she was thinking about the hated Dave and how much she feared him? She flipped her laptop open again and decided she’d continue with her children’s books, the Sacred Sword series, urban fantasy stories about a brother and sister who found themselves in the Himmapan world where the heaven and earth were at war, gods and demons fought for power, and amongst them were creatures like the naga, garuda, and hanuman who aided the two children in their journey to save this world.

He continued “I've decided to marry Caroline as soon as possible because she’s a loving woman and I’m sure she’ll take great care of my kids.” “Do you mean she'll be our new mother?” Asked my 10-year-old brother. “Yes darling.” My father replied. “Look dad, I don’t have any objection but are you sure about your decision? I mean you’re wealthy and handsome at the same time…” I hesitated and tried to convey my message to my dad in simple words. “What do you mean Lana? She Isn’t a gold digger.” My dad looked surprised at what I said. “She's not calling her a gold digger but I think she’s right” Anna tried to cover up for me in a light tone.