Fantasy Humor Books 소설 & 이야기

From the inscriptions on the width of some of the books, they were history books, although some were written in some other foreign language. Picking out the blue book, I discovered it was a novel, like I had thought. It was titled 'Enchanted.' "Always loved fantasy novels..." I mumbled to myself, holding the book to my chest. I noticed though that the book's cover was stark, not like the usual books I read which usually had the pictures of a man or woman as its cover. But that didn't deter me. The name was interesting. My legs led me back to the board. A mystery to solve. I thought, biting my lips. I would have to tell Jeremy first. It would be nice to have some action and adventure here.

Obviously the library. Frost wandered around the library. Trying to find a useful book to read. "World of Mages and Supernaturals. This one." "Royal Family of Esperanza Kingdom." Frost brought the two books she has found towards the brown couch. She sat down and started reading the first book she found.

Not that it would be The Moor, but if I physically attacked him, I was dead. "I've heard she's quite young." It was me who laughed. "I don't give a shit about her age. She's a cat." "The universe, Allah, Goddess, or God, whichever you accept, has a great sense of humor my friend. Our destiny will never be simple and we're meant to fight it. At least to a point. It's when we stop fighting that the stars line up, but that is not our nature even if we know something is meant to be."

She wondered if she was better off starving to death in that strange forest instead of spending the next couple of weeks in the company of this foul-mouthed villain. Nikjin chuckled when he noticed how he had managed to get her worked up emotionally just by teasing her. “Do not worry, my darling Luna. You will eventually become used to my kind of humor. You just wait and see,” he said confidently. “Point of correction, Nikjin, I am not your Luna and I will never be,” she said angrily.

From my emotions and feelings towards her, I was still like a reader reading the book with the b*tch butting into the story. I walk my way where I could find total silence, the library. There were no students around and only the librarian is there. I step inside and I was overwhelmed with silence, this is what I want, peace. I move my feet slowly, looking at the book, trying to grab a masterpiece. There were thick and thin books. I look at the story titles one-by-one. I went to the fantasy section. The Magic Of The Bottle The Lost Genie The Werewolves Mate The Bloody Moon

The room was quiet and the fondness of Ryuu from the content of the book swayed him to a couple of pages. A book of a man who was a foreign traveller in a far far away place. A world full of creatures which the mind could only comprehend; fairies, elves, talking trees, eater plants, humongous reptiles, birds could swim to any bodies of water, everything in the world of the Book could not be seen as normal on Earth. In addition, there was something mysterious in every character of the Book. Something intoxicating in which a young boy who was not fond of Books, but missed the smell of grass in the summer, dust on the road, and rusty steel from the old buildings he used to pass by; could only i

he wiggled his eyebrows at me comically and I laughed, nodding. He grabbed one of the boxes swiftly and handed it to me. It was the biggest one because my tiny hands were barely keeping it in place. He had a lazy, urging smile that I found sexy playing on his lips. I looked away from him and unknotted the ribbons. I pried the cover open and my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as I retrieved the first book. "André!" I whisper-yelled, my voice laced with awe. Being a bibliophile had its perks because as I looked through the four books, with somewhat modern yet vintage covers in mature colours, alongside intricate golden threadings, I knew they were Fantasy books. Dark Romantasies.

"Why don't you just tell me your problem with her?" "Ugh! Problem is a big word. She's just a speck of dust. She's too small but irritating for the eyes. So don't you worry about me, I'm absolutely okey with her," I paused and quaffed a glass of milk. I hope he can smell my sarcasm. "And I don't understand why she's called Cindy? She told me it was a shortcut for Cinderella, a princess in distress but she looks more like a camel than a damsel. Confusing, that's why I never read fairytales, witches had hopes to find a prince charming. So sad," I added, conversationally.

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.

Aunt Jo is helping Carson with wolf training while I’m having extra study sessions with Matty. I sat there reading a book on werewolf history. It’s pretty basic. But I don’t know the information. I am making loads of notes. While turning the page, I placed my coffee mug on the table. I allow my fingers to circle the rim of the mug. “What the goddess?” Matty gasps. I looked up at him, and he was staring at my mug. I looked over. The coffee was spinning around in the mug like it had just been stirred. “What?” I asked.