Fantasy Books And Games Novels & Stories

No one was present and I had all the time choosing and deciding what I wanted. "You can buy three books, maximum" Karthik added from beside me. Only three books? Just three books out of all these eye-catching feasts before me? I wish I could buy the whole shelf because there were wide varieties of books also the books I wanted to read so badly which had been stuck on my wish list for years. I could see the Harry Potter series pocking out of the fantasy section; my all-time favorite book. But I had already read them back home so it's a waste of time. I also saw Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys books to my left which excitingly was the crime and thriller section, I had almost read all of them too. I

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.

The thought brings a wry smile to my lips. Gradually, as I lose myself in the brushstrokes and colors, I feel the tension begin to drain from my body. The art is a balm, soothing the raw edges of my emotions and transporting me, if only for a moment, to a world beyond my own troubles. After the exhibition, I find myself drawn to a nearby bookstore, another haven in the storm of my life. Historical fiction has always been my weakness, especially when there’s a romance woven through the pages. There’s something about losing myself in another time, another place, that never fails to captivate me.

Feeling at a loss as to what to do with myself, I decided to explore the library. Wandering through the currently empty house on my way to the library, I begin to find myself feeling rather lonely. Flicking Kenzie a quick text to see what she is up to, I walk through the door and into the library. Perusing the shelves I see that the majority are classics such as Charles Dickens and Jane Austin. But tucked away in the corner I spy one of my favourite fantasy series. A Song of Ice and Fire by George R. R. Martin. Curling up in the lone red leather chair I open the first book and begin to read.

It always smelt of model glue. Apart from a small rack at the back of a chain bookstore at the mall, this was the only place for his friends to buy role playing materials, and the selection here was even skimpier. Weird off-brand titles haunted the single shelf of games. Role Aids, Flying Buffalo, Judges Guild. While waiting for the owner to help a customer, he flicked through a flimsy softcover, bound like a spiral notebook, named Spawn of Fashan. Jon took in its ugly layout, with bad art and densely packed text. Hideous. He threw it back. The owner was an old man, sporting skinny arms and a fat belly. Cotton white hair stuck out of his ears, and rainbow suspenders held up a ratty pair of b

Suddenly she saw him grimace and when she followed his gaze she realized that there were prices posted underneath each book and these prices were exorbitant ranging from 5 000 to 100 000 gold coins. Cassy then asked him confused by these prices because the most expensive book she had taken was 10 gold coins and it was the book about the presentation of the 8 flames, "Why are these books so expensive, and why are they sealed?" Steven put his arm around her shoulders and he said to her a little disappointed, "All these books have a special fighting technique that allows any warrior who absord it to use an element. The symbol that you see on the cover identifies the element that the fighting te

"Had you ever done it before you became a slave?" "No. I wasn't that wild before I was married. My fantasies mostly started after my marriage. I wasn't unhappy as a wife, but it definitely called to me. I think it mostly started after our friend, Zoe, said she was becoming a sex slave to Brianna. I'd never really thought of it before seriously, thinking it was strange before it became real to me. Then I started reading sex slave romance novels and got into reverse harem novels. After, a lot of my fantasies extended to more than one person fucking me. My slavery was Master's attempt to make some of those fantasies become real." "Had you ever been with a woman before?"

"Erica. And I'd really appreciate if you'd tone down the magic tricks and answer my questions a little.” "Magic tricks?" She smiled. "Like this?" She snapped her fingers and the entire room lit up, unapologetically displaying it's hidden details. The countless bookshelves filled with books that circled the room. The long, wooden table that ran across a particle section of the room, probably meant to bar movement past it, and the immaculately designed wooden box on the table before them. "Yes" Robert answered, snapping out of what he thought was definitely a daydream. "Like all these. Look…" he leaned in a little closer, making undaunted eye contact with Erica. "... I just want to know what h

Books about herbs, waters, potions, magic and all sorts of healing techniques, along with history books were my favorite reads and luckily for me this dusty, abandoned library was chock full of em. I slide a finger over the spine of the book I was reading currently, suddenly an image of Zander sliding his finger up and down my spine yesterday night suddenly invaded my mind. I groan and drag the book out it's position on the shelf and walk over to the small chair and desk set up by the window to read. And yet even as I attempt to absorb the meaningful words of information my mind is invaded once again by a certain green eyed Prince.

But today he was here reading Infernal Devices with me, although he was getting upset every minute because of the fantasy content of the book. “Ugh, wizards and vampires? That doesn’t even exist, this book must be for children, that’s all,” he said, which made me laugh at his reaction. "What'll I do? I have this fantasy spirit inside me,” I respond. He snorted and commented, “Women,” but it wasn't like he wasn't having fun too.