Fantastical Journeys Novels & Stories

Yet another fantasy Prologue Legora, the largest capital city in the world. Once one of nine, now there are four. We had lost five cities in the great calamity. Creatures from god knows where poured in from a tear in the earth. A dimensional tear in space and time the men of science called it, but really who the fuck knows? All I know is they were bigger, stronger, looked nothing like us and they outnumbered us hundred to one.

She just left a letter telling him not to worry, she will come back before sunset, otherwise, he will freak out. It took her a while just to get herself outside. The palace was so big that she can't even find the exit. She can't remember how many doors she has opened thinking it will lead her in the right direction. Ugh! I don't want to live in such a big place like this. Everything is just inaccessible. It was a perfect day with perfect weather. This place never fails to amaze her. It was very magical especially with those huge and small mushrooms that loom during the night. Different tube of crystals sticks everywhere and those fireflies-

' Zia's thought while scanning their surrounding. 'I know I can use all the knowledge I gained while traveling on this strange world. Maybe a God will decent and give us his power or... a system will just puff from nowhere and saying "Congratulations on your level-up" and that will be awesome' she thought. "Hippy-hop! Time to go back, my little cute brother," Zia said while smiling. "Yes yes, we must report this incident and after that, it's time to rest," he rolled his eyes. The twins fixed their clothes and prepared to go back.

His employees decided to clean the factory before he visits again. One morning, Xavier went to the factory to inspect how is their new product going, all his employees line up to welcome him as he walks inside the different aroma of liquor lingers on his nose, he continues to walk and travels his eyes to the barrels of wine. An old man opens a cask of wine and fills a glass of it, he offered it to him. Xavier held the glass of wine, he moves the wine around the glass and smells the aroma of it, his stomach can't hold the sensation of throwing up and he placed the glass on the barrel.

She just gazes at me intently, her expression veiled as I lay myself bare. The only thing I leave out is all the craziness with the dreams, the feeling of being followed, the strange time warp thing that happened with my bicycle in the forest. I'm saving those details for Dr Martel's couch. Kitty will definitely think I'm nuts if I tell her about my hallucinations. Because that's what they are. That's all they could possibly be. Fantasy. Delusions.

I stood up, said my goodnight and left for my room. On entering the room, I closed the door and went straight to my bed. I laid down to sleep but couldn't get my mind off the news. It has to be natural, why should a disaster be unnatural? "Could it be that there are supernatural beings who cause disasters just like I've always heard and read about in stories? No, it can't be. Those are just fictions...they are not real. How can they exist? In what form?" All these questions streamed through my mind. I was confused and worried. This so called disaster is claiming a lot of lives.

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad

Waves of ecstasy rolled, leaving me trembling, vision blurring. Finally, gasping, I clicked to ten: the ultimate, a combination of all— pulses, waves, throbs in chaotic harmony. "This... this is how I lose complete control. Everything at once, overwhelming. Pussy on fire, clit's exploding, ass clenching— total surrender."

It fell dazed towards the ground, but was able to recover and fly away. “There’s your answer, Eldion,” remarked Casser. “It looks like you can only go one way. You come here from Lazar instantly, but you need to spend days to return. I wonder why they didn’t create more portals like that one.” “If that were so, then there would be no need for caravans and traveling merchants like you, dear,” replied Mira. “I guess you’re right, my love,” said Casser, nodding in agreement. “I hope they don’t create more of those.

After that encounter, I tried desperately to avoid him. Lucky for me, he hadn’t summoned me again right away. I sat alone, trying to plan my way out of this predicament. I already had my future mapped out. Work until I was twenty-five. Find a matchmaker. Marry a human man. Have children. Live a quiet, safe life. King Baldwin was not part of that plan. I had never accounted for an obsessive king who seemed determined to pull me into his bed.