Fantastic Fiction Novels & Stories

“You do not speak to him. You do not look him in the eyes. You do not breathe the same air as him if you can help it. You are a ghost. Do you understand?” “Yes, ma’am.” “Good.” She folded her hands. “Now come. Let’s discuss your wages and show you to your quarters.” My room turned out to be far nicer than anything I had ever slept in — even better than the orphanage. The salary was equally shocking. For the first time in my life, I felt like I could actually breathe. Later that afternoon, after the other maids had returned to the kitchen, I returned to Lord Blackwood’s chambers to finish tidying. The room was already mostly spotless. I polished the silver candle holders, straightened the hea

He had sacrificed himself for her and she wasn't going to let the others die so she pulled herself together and raced even faster before it got to her. Her eyes brightened up in hope as she sighted the fire they had made for the night. It felt weird as she got closer, it was awfully quiet and soon she got to know why. Her lips were muted as she beheld the terrible sight before her, she had given up in body and soul, they were all dead, the creature had gotten to them before her and at this point there was no point in running, it was clear that it was teasing and could get to her no matter how far she was from him.

“Of course not. It’s just a house . . . my house, as you said.” “I can’t believe it. You’re Mr. Horror, and you don’t believe in ghosts? How is that even possible?” “Okay, Bias, I’m going to blow your mind with one hell of a revelation about writers and their stories. I’m pretty sure Lewis Carroll never fell down a rabbit hole into a magical Wonderland; it doesn’t seem likely that Anne Rice believes in vampires; and I highly doubt J.K. Rowling has met any real wizards. That’s what makes it fiction and not nonfiction.”

There were ladders, too, nestled against the shelves—long wooden ones that reached for the heavens. They seemed to beckon me, whispering promises of untold stories, hidden just out of reach. But the real magic was in the rows of fiction books, the ones I knew best. The ones that offered escape, that invited me into lives and realms I could never touch in the real world.

"Have you read too many fantasy novels?" Adrienne looked at him. "I read fantasy novels when I was young and I was always shocked by those horror cases inside. Ever since I became a forensic doctor, I discovered that the actual society is actually much more terrible than fantasy novels. The most terrible thing in the world is not demons and ghosts, but humans." All of a sudden, Jefferson reached out a hand and he held Adrienne's hand in his. "With me, such a fierce devil, by your side, what else are you afraid of?"

“Another masterpiece from DarkPen" “Your comics are just too good. I can't believe Sebastian later fell in love with Ayllsa. Though we were expecting" “A vampire and a witch. That is just the kind of novel I want." “ " I smiled seeing the readers all love my book. Fantasy is a genre I am based on and this is why I believe my next book is going to bring me more fame though not everyone will recognize me. Meanwhile, I closed the laptop and breathed a sigh of relief before standing up from the chair. I yawned and stretched my hand and back.

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He had called Tatsuya to come to his apartment,with an excuse of "let me explain, i have a plan". The apartment smelled faintly of burnt coffee and old paper. It wasn’t messy in the usual sense, but the kitchen counter was drowning under the weight of scattered documents, photocopied articles, hand-written notes, and Taiga’s looping scribbles. Every corner of the surface was littered with scraps of obsession, like a crime board without the pins.

>>> If you really want what you said, tie a green ribbon to your door handle and leave it unlocked. Instantly I stop walking, my thoughts immediately telling me what this person is talking about, and in a way, I don't think so... And so I type back a reply: <<< What do you mean? >>> Your fantasy. Staring at the reply that came almost immediately, my first thought is that it’s a prank, but my second is worse: I want it so bad that my thighs press together, and I draw in quick breaths, completely forgetting that I'm still outside on the empty streets by 9pm.

In fact it was getting pretty obvious that I could do more than spank it to her, she was giving some pretty clear signals. As I sat up and clicked save on my latest Miss Ross driven story it occurred to me that I probably should get something going with Kim and give up on my stupid fantasies. I'd been watching and writing too much p**n lately. I minimized the screen on "Special" and stared at the next document which was my goofy vampire story for the group. As I read the uninspiring words I realized it could be a decent story if I tossed some hot sex in there. I doubted that Miss Ross would appreciate that though. I grinned as I thought that in any scenario I could envision she would not onl