Fantastic Fiction Novels & Stories

"This.. this is insane, mother. In fact y'all are insane. Witches? Power in my blood? What bullshit thing is that! That's the kind of thing people make up in stories for children and I know that I'm a full grown adult so what's all this nonsense, Mother?" Florence chuckled softly. It sounded cold and amused. "Looks like you've snapped out of whatever that peasant did to you. I like that. Well, as for your question, darling, stories come from truth. Origins, love. Humans only call it fantasy because they are too weak and stupid to comprehend it."

If such themes are not to your taste, feel free to skip this chapter Bianca’s lips parted with a soft, wet smack as she finally pulled away from Damien’s mouth. Her breath was ragged, coming in short, sharp hitches that made her chest heave. The air in the room felt heavy and charged, the kind of heat that usually preceded a summer storm. Damien’s hands weren't gentle; they were fumbling with the zipper of her dress with a desperate sort of hunger. The fabric gave way, sliding down her body in a pool of silk that gathered at her feet like a discarded skin.

He said he was going to kill me after fucking me. My mind grew lighter, my thoughts became hazier, and I almost didn’t notice the way his body shifted. Moving away from mine.He removed his hand and backed away.It took me a few seconds to realize that he wasn’t standing on top of me anymore. And then I felt his touch on the insides of my legs.“Tell me, puppy, why do you sleep naked?” His voice was gentle, and so was his touch.“Because it makes your sleep better.”A spank landed on my thigh.“And is good for your skin,” I continued.Spank hit the other one as well.“Now, puppy, tell me again.” He took a break. “But this time without lying.”I grinned. If he wasn’t a fucking killer, we would’ve gott

We ate, Elsa and her husband had few discussions as we had our diner. I heard a knock on the room’s door, as I was seated alone in the guest room. I went to the door and my sister stood there. “Here” she said as she gave me a novel to read. I used to read novels a lot before leaving the city. But I got too occupied, I lost the zeal to read. I looked at the cover back, it wrote ‘Billy Sam’ that use to be my favorite author. I always read every book he published. I also wished to meet the author, but not anymore. I lost the spark to read.

Xyla Quest began laughing as she turned eagerly to gaze at Stanley Batton, exchanging a look of wonder before facing the heavenly rulers. “This is very magical, indeed. I never knew something like this existed in the world. I've always thought such things only happened in novels or television dramas. “Undoubtedly, fiction stems from life itself,” Xyla added. The empress laughed. “I have to admit that some fictional work from the human realm is incredible. No one has ever been here before, yet they could describe this place so well.”

All the characters, places, ideas or events mentioned in this book are purely fiction and does not relate to any living or dead. The story settings and other elements are purely my imagination and fictional. Most of the concept about Heaven and Hell are based on Buddhism and Christianity. The genre of the story is fantasty romance so there will mentions of supernatural creatures and magic. Stealing of my work/any idea will serve you severe punishment as plagiarism is a serious crime. Any illegal reproduction of this content in any form will result in immediate action against the person concerned.

She was pliable curves and delicate contours, slim shouldered, nip waisted and round hipped in a way that Andrew, as a man, deemed exceptionally cuddlable. Which was precisely what he wanted to do. “I’ll wait for you in the living room.” Only Andrew had a strategy in mind for that. Taking a seat in her chair, he picked up the book she’d been reading and grinned. He recognized the title, knew that the publisher had originally refused to print it as too bawdy, until the author, Winifred Watson, had promised another of the novels they did desire if they agreed. They’d horribly underestimated the reading public who’d adored the story's sly naughtiness.

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.

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

"Why don't these stories exist in real life? God, please, please just once, I wanna experience the fictional world" She squeezed her eyes shut, palms together in a praying gesture, exhibiting her desperation and longing for something impossible. "Mystical world of mystical creatures" That was her favorite comic book of all time, which she had read almost a dozen times by now. Her grandfather had given it to her when she was 7. It was a unique comic, a rare edition to be precise. A big fat book, having nearly 1,000 pages. It held a whole other world inside it. A history book, an encyclopedia containing minute details about the supernatural species. Their origin, abilities, weaknesses, strengt