Fantastical Stories Novels & Stories

“Where did he get this?” Farida shrugged. “He didn’t say. Besides, I kinda believe he made that story up to give the painting an air of mystery, not that it needs that to sell by the way.” “You may be right,” Erin said, her eyes still glued on the stone. “And on that note, I say we get on with our work for today,” said Farida.

Updates for this series will be twice or thrice a week, with a full upload of a story, not chapter-by-chapter updates, depending on my school schedules. What fantasy do you have? Comment on it, and you might be lucky enough to get your story chosen.

I felt my pussy contract at his words, grasping at something that wasn’t there yet I desperately craved. “Just focus on the stars, baby.” he licked up and down my neck while his fingers finally parted my folds, finding my clit. He rubbed the bundle of nerves until I shook. I stared up at the ceiling as shooting stars and comets zipped by. I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky.

A/N In case you have a fantasy you want me to pen down, just comment on it, and I'll pick the new stories from it.

TALES OF INSTANT LUST - SHORT READS Preface Greetings, Reader Welcome to a world where passion flares up in the most unexpected places, where lust takes the stage, and where desire never waits. The concept behind "Tales of Instant Lust" was that not all love stories have to be quiet or poetic. Irresistible chemistry, unsaid tension, and raw hunger can sometimes express more than a thousand romantic words ever could. Designed for people who want their fantasies to be served quickly, hot, and unrestrained, these stories are brief, intense, and explicitly sexy.

I squeak from under the covers. My grandmother gives me a disapproving look. "I mean, tell me a new one, please." I say. "I want a story I never heard before." "One you haven't heard before? That's no easy task." She walks over to my bookshelves; her fingers trail over Grimm's Fairy Tales, The Happy Prince, Collected works of Hans Christian Andersen. Even at that age, I had a huge appetite for fantasy. For the unreal. Gran sits back down on the bed. She looks thoughtful for a moment, scrutinizing my face before nodding.

Nothing is impossible" the grand commander said landing a horrific punch punch on Drex making him fall from the air "Abracadabra" Claus (the most powerful troll in Romania) enchanted, swaying his hands towards Drex and the fatal five, a very strong rope bonded them together as they move an inch not, they tried resisting but they couldn't, the grand commander sped towards them with a super kick breaking the bond, they fell helplessly on the ground

away from the planets of these two, beyond the reach and conjecture of all. And the end of the story was just as far from the imagination as the writer. If the fairy got the alien, there was no loss-making deal and if she didn't get it? Not every story has to end in laughter. Some stories even become immortal and these incomplete, immortal stories are more appealing.

“We’ve all made some terrible decisions at some point in our lives but that shouldn’t keep us from living happy lives. “The idea is to learn from our mistakes, use them to build ourselves up and become better people, and you my husband, you’ve done exactly that. All these things are happening simply because of fate…just life taking its course.” “Shouldn’t this be considered incest or something?” Ben’s serious tone when he asked the question made Martha laugh even harder. “Tulani and Luyando…and even Natasha might be siblings of some sort but there’s no blood involved. I know the whole thing is crazy but it’s already happened.” Ben was giving her a strange look. “I hope you know that you don’

Lifting my eyes, I met his soft gaze. A grin spread across his grim face, “We are not staying here tonight, I got a surprise for you. ” Couldn't he understand that I had a stressful day? I exhaled, ready to spill my mind. “Ray…” I tried to protest but was interrupted as Raymond lifted me in his arms, my shoulders brushing against his chest. “Are you insane?” I cried, struggling to free myself from his grip. “Yes, I am. I'm not denying the fact that I am…” he paused, thinking of the perfect word to use in his sentence. “I was crowned the king of Insane men in New York,” a chuckle escaped his lips.