Fantasy Make Believe Novels & Stories

May asked her heart hopping almost to her throat. "I'm not sure what it is I heard, did you make anything out of the sound? Glenn was scared out of breath, he was really in for finding Emily but the superhero he may have fantasized being while growing up, his teenage self was nowhere to acheiving it. "Like a flapping sound of something, I can't ... Can't tell what exactly." Summer provided a bit of answer, no one else had a clue. "Maybe we should go back and ask for help from the others. I'm having a really bad feeling about this.

Maya said suddenly, voice sharp with energy that hadn’t been weighed down by food. “Like?” Dante asked, tilting his head, his voice smooth, careless, but curious. “Twenty-one questions,” Maya announced proudly. “We take turns asking questions. You can pick anyone when it’s your turn.” His grin widened, something wicked sparking in his eyes. “And you can’t lie. You must answer. If you don’t, you drink a nasty concoction, vinegar, rotten eggs and spoiled milk.” Dante raised both brows, letting out a low whistle. “Jesus, Maya. You’re a terrible person.”

Disclaimer: This work is a piece of fantasy fiction. All names, characters, businesses, events, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. As a writer, I believe in the power of storytelling to create worlds that allow readers to escape reality and explore their imaginations. Each character and event in this story has been crafted with care, and I hope they resonate with you as much as they do with me.

Blame your own bad luck to trying to mess with me. After giving them some inspiring speech, i then made them put in everything that i’ll sold on the model plaque that i made. Are you asking me when i made these stuff? I made on the way back toward this place, with the cheat Creation Magic that made me can make something based on imagination alone. I made it by imagine that i construct on my Inventory, and it success. They didn’t say anything so i think it’ll be fine. Done with the preparation, i then taking a bath and preparing myself for the show. I just hope nothing bad happen.

She tilted her head while questioning. "Oh, we have books and plenty of stories about mythical creatures, I think most, if not all of it exist here." Alexis nodded as she spoke, she was fairly confident her brain conjured up all these creatures to distract her from her impending death. As depressing as it was, Alexis hadn't felt the slight bit affected by the thought because she was thoroughly distracted. "Like history books?" The woman asked looking slightly suspicious of Alexis. Though Alexis noticed she thought nothing of it. "No, no fictional books. Like romances and stuff." She knew the word fantasy probably didn't exist here. "Enough of that anyway. Your my mana tutor, right?" Her voic

How do I explain I could understand the book, and she could not? "I already returned it." I finally settled on a lie. Diana seemed to buy it, because she shrugged her shoulders, and changed the topic. "So, Maya," She began, her voice tinged with excitement, "did you know that you can use magic to create illusions? It's like painting with light and shadow, but with a twist." I listened intently, hanging on her every word as she explained the intricacies of illusion magic. With each new spell she described, my imagination soared, envisioning the endless possibilities that lay before me.

"Creed, I've had pancakes at some of the best cafés in the country. Unless you have magic in your hands, I seriously doubt yours will make m e cry." I leaned forward, resting my arms on the counter. "Oh, don't believe me? That's a gamble, Yuyu." She eye-rolled. "Fine, Mr. Fever Dream, prove it."

This time the road was free, so it was a smooth ride. There, she sat down with Xander and made a proposal for him: a fake relationship so that her family will stop bothering her and so that they can change Xander's image. She wasn't surprised at Xander’s cool look over her proposal, he just got dumped by his finance and didn't want to get into women affairs that fast,be it pretend or real. He sighed, drawing in a deep breath. He reassures himself, “I have to be strong, the relationship I thought I had in the past is over. With Callie's background in marketing, She assures Xander that she knows all about perceptions.

"We have Anatomy in twenty minutes. And you, my friend, are about to make an entrance." "Do I have to?" I groaned. "Can't I just be sick?" "Nope. You are the main character today," David said, standing up too. "Embrace the arc." Watching them leave the room allowed the door to click shut behind them, leaving me standing alone in the silence while holding a lukewarm coffee to stare at the I*******m story once again. Quiet nights are better. The words were nothing but a carefully constructed, filtered, and hashtagged lie, but watching the follower count tick up to 805, 806, and 807 brought a terrifying realization.

His hand rested over my stomach, tracing lazy circles. “I want to keep playing sometimes,” he murmured into my hair. “Keep the edge sharp. Keep the fantasy alive.” I smiled, sated and owned and stupidly happy. “Every anniversary,” I whispered. “And maybe… some random Tuesdays.” He laughed soft, warm, real. Then quieter: “And if we ever decide to add to the family… we’ll tell them the truth when they’re old enough. That their mother and father chose each other against the whole damn world. That the fantasy became real.”