Fantasy Farm Novels & Stories

Eleanor's youthful handwriting sprawled across the first page: October 15th, 1890. I have purchased the old Whitmore farmstead despite Father's objections and the family's dire predictions about unmarried women living alone in the wilderness. They cannot understand that some discoveries require solitude, that some conversations can only happen away from the noise of conventional society. The previous owner mentioned unusual properties in the soil—plants that grew too quickly, flowers that bloomed out of season, vegetables that thrived despite poor weather. The neighbors speak of curses and supernatural nonsense, but I suspect something far more scientific and infinitely more wonderful.

“I'll eradicate every last one of them from the surface of this world, if I have to.” I followed the trial of the cart to an open valley. Meara's scent had just been there, or I could smell a drop of her blood. But something else was there with me. Dead carcass. Immediately it lunged at me as I turned to face it, but I was left stunned. My feral red eyes dimmed for a moment. It was a brown fur Lycan, only that this particular Lycan smelled like a vampire. I had seen this before. A conjuring—Necromancy. Such magic was forbidden, lost to ancient wars. It takes only a powerful witch to be able to conjure a soul from the underworld into a dead Lycan's body.

You'll be surprised by the amount of people who enjoys reading smut. “Get as curious as you could but stay away from boys. As a girl older than you, i want to tell you that you should keep yourself as pure as you are till you meet the right guy.” She nods. We were already walking through the gate of the farm. They didn't lie. This farm is so big and I'm just at the entrance. “What does this farm produce exactly?” It was divided in sections and there were golf carts for people to move from one place to the other.

I smiled back at them. As well as the farm they are also organized. On the right side are the rice plants and on the left are the sugarcane. Wow, sugarcane! I haven't eaten in a long time. With the vastness of the farm, I could no longer single out the other crops that were there. Tall trees are at the far end of the field that provide fresh air. This farm of theirs was near the forest I had entered at dawn when I reported to my Mother Queen. That forest is crowded, I also expect that many wild animals live there.

A Journey Begins on George's Sugarcane Farm as Friends Unite for an A****n Adventure . The atmosphere at the landing strip at George's vast sugarcane farm buzzed with a sense of collective anticipation as if the very surroundings were echoing the excitement of the group assembled there. The atmosphere at George's place was one of palpable excitement. The sky, now adorned with hues of orange and pink as the sun began its descent, reflected the collective anticipation of the group gathered on the sprawling farm. The sun, a glowing orb in the sky, slowly dipped beneath the horizon, casting a warm, golden hue over the landscape.

We failed. Mula sa panghihinayang at pagkatalong naramdaman ko ay tila bumalik sa isang iglap ang lahat ng pag-asa sa puso ko nang makita ang isang parang malawak na farm. Katulad na katulad ito sa mga farm sa Earth noon na nakikita ko sa mga libro. Malawak, berde, at maraming makukulay na mga bulaklak. Medyo malakas ang hangin kaya naman parang nagsasayawan ang mga bulaklak sa paligid. Maging ang makukulay na mga puno ay tila umiindayog at sumasayaw sa hangin. May nakita rin akong isang hilera ng mga tanim na mais, ngunit ang pinagkaiba nito sa Earth ay kulay rainbow ito.

All of this information is important to show how the farm is doing and make decisions about how to improve it. “Being an agriculture tycoon is hard, being the world's richest farmer is exhausting, to crown it all, I'm still the motherfucking Lycan king of a fucking kingdom.” I groaned and slumped after sorting out some files with similar works. “Knock, knock” The sound of someone interrupted by not-so-interesting work, and from the scent mixed with delicious aroma filling up the room, I know it's Martha, Julietta's daughter, there are only a few people allowed in my wing, and Martha is one of them, I know Julietta will not send anyone up, due to the fear of them putting something in my food,

But other than that, you can't tell anything is wrong with her. Fairies are connected to nature just like nymphs and sprites. We all share a special sort of bond to help the earth grow. It's our job as nature nurturers to keep her safe and healthy. So when something comes along and tries to destroy it, she cries out to us for help. Some of us are gifted with a special healing ability that works on nature, but unfortunately it doesn't work on people, or I could heal myself.

She has never seen a farm so active before in her life. More than twenty 'farmers' who were working at the same time, in various sections of the huge farm. There were all kinds of fruits, food, and trees, growing there. "This is one of the biggest farms in the Werewolf Clan," Wolfaraine explained, as they walked from one section to another. "Most of these crops go straight to the market, while some of them are taken directly to the homes of those changelings that do not have much food to eat."

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