Fantacy Novels & Stories

Alice said "So Nikki what's you're hobby"..I asked "Texting"...she replied immediately while we stared at her in amazement "Am kidding"...she said and we laughed "I love dancing".. I said "And I singing"...Alice said "Now will you tell us your real hobby?"...I asked "Oh, I love reading"..she said "Oh my gosh".. Alice screamed "You read?"...I asked in shock "Yeah"..I said "well I thought you would be a... "Spoilt brat"... She cut in

“Celestina and I layered the wards, the candle enchantments, the remembrance ritual, and the atmospheric spells together.” Celestina nodded. “Liliana’s spell didn’t stay with the cards.” “It grabbed onto everything,” Katrina finished. Christina leaned toward me. “That sounds bad.” “It sounds really bad,” I whispered back. Katrina must have heard us because she glanced our way. “Not bad,” she corrected. “Complicated.” Adults always said complicated when they didn’t want kids panicking. The scarecrow shouted, “I can hear you!” Gunnar threw both hands up. “Nobody was talking to you!”

I grinned and added, "Okay, we'll start working on a novel called 'The Monster and the Flower.' Which I was working on. Because you already know I write fantasy romance, this novel falls into that category as well. Do you have any doubts about what I said?" He lifted his hand and stared at me like wanting me to pick him. "Stop teasing me and ask what you wanted to ask," I answered with a grin. He inquired, "Romance. I'm aware of what it is. But what exactly is fantasy romance?" "It is a work of fiction with mystical, non-human, and romantic aspects." "Like something from a fairytale?" Fairytale? Does he think I'm a children's book author? Don't be angry with him! He's your crush and has come

With the ancient text spread out before her, Seraphina began the delicate process of casting a spell, one that would grant her a fleeting glimpse of what lay ahead. As she whispered the Hebrew phrases, her voice infused with magic, the room seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly aura. Seraphina's eyes, usually a deep shade of brown, began to glint with a silvery light as the spell took hold. It was a risky endeavor, for peering into the future often came with a price. It was a realm where uncertainty danced with possibilities, and not all visions were clear or welcome.

Chapter 13: The Threads of Fate As the Red Teary Moon Pack continued their journey, they came across an ancient temple hidden deep within the heart of the wilderness. Inside the temple, they discovered a magnificent tapestry that stretched across the walls, filled with intricate patterns and vibrant colors. The tapestry seemed to shimmer with a magical aura, and the pack members sensed that it held a profound secret. Curiosity piqued, Emily reached out to touch the tapestry, and as her paw made contact, a surge of energy coursed through her. Visions flashed before her eyes, revealing the interconnectedness of all living beings and the threads of fate that bound them together.

Darice looked at Ana in disbelief. "It doesn't say but the characteristics described are very similar to the Falkland wolf." "That book must have been written by a madman. Or it could be a wolf that looks like that." Darice still did not believe Ana's words. Ana just shrugged her shoulders lazily to explain more. They both went back to drinking coffee while busy with their own thoughts. "Hurry up and finish your coffee, class will start soon." Darice reminded Ana to hurry up. Ana glanced at the clock on her phone then nodded. The girl gulped down the remaining coffee half at a time. Darice just shook her head at that.

“Alright, fine. Cards on the table. The real team building starts now. We’ve got these hot toddies, spiked just enough to loosen tongues. No judgments, no HR bullshit. We’re confessing fantasies around the fire. Dark ones. The ones we bury under spreadsheets and sales calls. Who wants to go first?” The room got quiet for a moment, just the pop of the logs in the fire filling the air. My heart started picking up speed, that tingly warmth turning into a buzz that ran through my whole body, making my skin feel electric. What the hell was in this drink? It was making my thoughts race, my body reacting in ways I couldn’t control. I pressed my thighs together without thinking, feeling a heat start

I was dripping, actual strings of slick running down my inner thighs. “Fuck, look at you,” he growled, eyes devouring every inch. “That pretty pink cunt is soaked. Clit all swollen and peeking out like a desperate little slut.” He reached down and dragged two thick fingers through my folds, spreading my juices everywhere. “So fucking wet for your tutor’s cock. You’ve been fantasizing about this since the first spanking, haven’t you?” “Yes,” I moaned, hips jerking forward as he circled my clit slow and teasing. “Every night. I touch myself thinking about you spanking my ass red then fucking me stupid. I cum whispering your name like a pathetic little whore.”

Family. It was the second week. Benjamin came out of the washroom after taking a refreshing bath. He was rubbing his head with a towel thinking about the weird behaviour of Noah Gabriel. He was a casanova in his own style. Openly BI. Girls boys. Anyone. He would just have to raise his eyebrow and would be flooded with bodies.

Forbidden Fantasies