Fantasy Buddy Reads Novels & Stories

When she asked for it, her voice was weak and frail, and Cassie almost cried feeling her pain. But she found her a few books on the subject she was looking for and left her to it. As an extremely empathetic soul, she was urging to help soothe the girl’s heart, but that was a woman on a mission and the Lady knew she needed that time alone. After over twelve hours of incessant reading and searching, Bree dozed off on top of a colossal book on magical beings. It was awfully generic, but the section on phoenixes had over a hundred pages and rose hopes within her heart.

I wake up out of the blue to a chill down my spine, lifting my face from the pages of a Scottish folk book and wiping away the hints of saliva on my cheek and jaw. Eventually, after exhausting myself from homework, I chose to grab some books from the fantasy and legend area with the expectation of observing something on the subjects that my girlfriend and the coyote had seen the night before. However, reading made me feel sluggish and I ended up nodding my head. I dubiously remember Jay and Justo trying to wake me up and asking me to come home.

“You’ll have to read them to me.” I sighed, realizing I couldn’t get him off my lap. I could shove him, but he’s probably prepared for that and would deadweight or pop right back into my lap. It’d be an endless loop. So, I had to give up and endure. “My dad knows what I read. Uncle Alex started Bound To Please, a book club many of us in the ranked families across multiple packs are part of. We all enjoy reading paranormal romance because it’s an interesting escape to see how these humans have tried to describe our reality.” I explained.

“So, Luna, is there anything, in particular, you like to read?” I sighed, curling my toes around the sand beneath my feet. “Fiction.” “Of what kind?” I repressed an irritable huff, but only because he sounded genuine when he asked, as though he did wish to know. Not a lot of people talked that way. Especially my mate, who almost stepped on my ankle while I was reading. I kept my eyes down, but I could feel the Alpha’s presence by my side as we resumed to stroll. “Mhm, mainly fairy tales. I know it’s silly and very child like, but it is satisfying to read how they all get a happy ending. It gives one hope to fight through their hardships.”

Eventually, with my arms full, I found Nicholas still in the fantasy section. He was engrossed in a thick hardcover, his brow furrowed in concentration. “Find something good?” I asked, approaching him. “Possibly. But I think you might like this one.” He handed me a paperback with an image of a woman wielding a sword on the front. I read the title aloud. “‘The Lycan Chronicles.’ Hmm, never heard of it.” “It’s a fantasy series,” he explained, still flipping through his own book. “Great world-building, complex characters...” He glanced up and smirked. “Plus, it has some... steamy scenes.”

I envied her and I wished I was the one standing next to him, with his arms around my shoulder and my body pressing on his. “Dad, this is my friend. Remember the girl I told you I met on the first day on campus? She’s the one. Her name is Laura, and I love her so much, she’s my best friend.” Arlene let out excitedly, and while I loved the fact that she called me her best friend, I just didn’t think I deserved the title, considering the thoughts I was having about her dad. “And Laura, this is my dad. He’s Jackson, one of the youngest billionaires in the country, but he doesn’t like to show it… I do.” She let out, whispering the last part and making him giggle.

Lucy leaned toward Michael's ear and whispered, "Looks like you don't need special powers to turn someone into a sex slave." "Um," Cherry said, her voice meek and unassuming, "I was thinking. There's a place I know of, a friend of mine told me about it. I've wanted to go there for a while, but I've never had someone I thought I could go there with. W-we could go there." "Sounds... interesting," Michael said. "Let's try it."

There were modern novels, too, including Stephen King and Sidney Sheldon, but they didn't look as well read as some of the others. Dante moved up behind her and gripped her shoulders, kneading them gently just as her fingers tripped over a copy of Dante Alighieri's The Divine Comedy. "You read a lot." "I do," he said. She slipped her fingers onto the shelf surface, her fingers making a mark in the thin layer of dust there. Just as she began to turn, she noticed another mark in the dust, as though something normally sat there but had been moved. "Why don't you," he began, pushing her back against the shelf, making it teeter slightly, "go take off some of these clothes while I change the sheet

“HEY!! WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING?!” The shout ripped through the air, and Matthew’s head snapped toward the sound. That voice, it was so painfully familiar. The disaster itself had spoken. It was Mr. Yap, the guidance counselor. Shit. Shit. I’m doomed. “HEY! WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING?! COME BACK HERE!!” Mr. Yap yelled, just as Kaizer’s cousin bolted, disappearing in a flash and leaving Matthew alone. What the hell?

Bellamy thinks for a moment then nods to himself, a decision made. “Lie back and listen then.” I tilt my head in curiosity but I comply. He leans over and tucks in the sides of the blanket around me, making sure I'm snug and comfortable. Next, he grabs the book he was reading earlier from the bedside table. He ignores the bookmark and flips back to the beginning. Then he starts to read, his voice calm and relaxing. It’s some mystery book about a bank heist. I’m so tired I barely even pay attention, I just let the soothing sound of Bellamy’s voice lull me back to sleep. During the night I wake twice more. Both times I’m crying and I have the impression of fear, but I don’t remember what exact