Fantasy Shopkeeper Novels & Stories

My claws ripping through something soft. I clenched my eyes shut, hands trembling. “It’s not real,” I whispered. “It’s not real.” But one name rose in my mind, unshakable. Elaine. She was the timber merchant's daughter, the one who worked at the shop next to my father's forge. I didn't know her well, but she always smiled at me in passing. 'Could the beast have . . . ?' "No!" I gasped, pressing a hand to my chest. The idea was unthinkable, impossible. She wouldn't kill a person. She wouldn't.

Even the smallest piece of fabric seemed to cling uncomfortably to my skin. Unable to resist the pull of what I was witnessing, I continued watching for a long time, my strength gradually draining away until I could no longer support myself. I slid to the floor, overcome. The heat of my breath filled the room, thickening the air with a charged energy I couldn't ignore. To be honest, I never expected my new tenant, Antonio Gomez, to be this captivating. The young woman he was with couldn't seem to keep up with him, but for someone like me—more experienced and mature—it only made me wish I could be in her place.

He stepped into the herbal shop, the scent of dried flowers and incense thick in the air. The shopkeeper, a wiry old man, greeted him with a wary smile. “Looking for something special?” “I’m looking for a man,” Alaric said, showing a photo of Master Fu. “He was here earlier.” The shopkeeper hesitated, his eyes darting toward the back room. “I don’t know anything,” he said quickly. Jimmy stepped forward, his presence intimidating. “You’re lying,” he said, his voice low. “Talk, or we’ll shut this place down.”

It was high time for Reive to take matters into his own hands. “My dear Sir,” Reive said politely to the owner. He took three long steps towards the man attracting his attention, “Today we will need something from you.” “And who you are, sir?” the shop owner said. “Reive, maybe, let it wait till the castle?” the girl said from behind. The necromancer didn’t turn his head. He slowly leant his elbows on the counter, interlocked his fingers, staring into the tailor’s eyes. “First,” he began, “Close the shop, so that no one will disturb us. Second, help us choose ready-made suits and fit them. Third, do this for free and give us a purse of gold.”

Seraphine did want to get one of those as a memory, seeing how there were not anything like that back at her Kingdom. “Hello!” One of the stuffed toys greeted cheerfully, conquering Seraphine’s heart to a larger extent, and this increased her determination to get one of them. Looking at the shopkeeper with expectant eyes, she enunciated, “How much do they cost? I want to buy one of them.” To this, the man standing behind the table voiced out, “They aren’t exactly for sales. You have to win them.” Frown formed on Seraphine’s face at that, and she enunciated, “Win them?”

S) T.A.S avatar on my phone grinning like a madman, I have planned to expand my nation and to handle the Church of Light, besides more people means more consumption, and more consumptions mean more money. I can't wait to swim inside my own sea of bills and golds. After spending 2 more days lazying myself at home, I decided to go back to Fantasma. As always the situations back in Fantasma were business as normal, nothing really big happened in the last few days, except that my shop in Merinna Town finally opened for business. As usual, right now I held Aeternum High table Meeting to discuss the development and progress each department has made.

please give me a fucking sword. 'And don't give me a fucking cauldron. Those idiots! That movie!!! Ahhh!!!' He yelled in his thoughts. He doesn't want to remember that scene of Plok (2x) or else his mind would be tainted. "I command you! Open the box! Now!" He ordered his slave, Butt. 'Now... I learned so many things about this world and I even made a slave! I can't think what surprises are coming!' "This box!!! This box! I WISH IT WAS THE IMMORTAL ARTIFACT!"

NAME: FRAGMENT OF THE NIGHT CLASS: MYTHICAL ENCHANTMENTS: IMMUNITY(EX), PROSPERITY(S), MANA(EX), ADONIS OWNER: KAZAL(BOUND) “…What?” Kazal widened his eyes in disbelief. “I… The owner is me?” The dog merchant started to panic. First of all, he was glad that this sapphire is not that of a demonic artifact, but now that he became it’s owner, even bound by it, how should he do about it? Kazal caned his nuzzle. He was deeply contemplating that it was a wrong decision for him to take a second look at the sapphire. It was as if the sapphire was calling him since the first time they met.

Kisha didn’t know where she was going, she only knew she couldn’t stay at home. The argument with Corey had ended hours ago, but his words were still circling inside her head. To conquer the world together is a great deal. She wanted to prove him wrong by letting him witness what she had just seen. She had even pretended to believe him. But now, walking alone through the busy streets of Stark City, she realized how deeply those words had reached. The evening crowd moved around her. Cars honked, people laughed, street vendors called out to passing customers and music drifted from an open shop. But Kisha heard none of it clearly. She simply walked, one street became another, then another. She

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