Fantasy Shopkeeper Novels & Stories

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!"

“I thought the sapphire didn’t catch your interest. So you ARE interested in it, huh?” Kazal rubbed his neck. There is no way she would believe him if he said that the sapphire right now belongs to him. After thinking for quite awhile, the merchant made a resolute decision of making the jewel his. The reason was simple. He wanted to find a way to unbound himself from the sapphire so he could return it back to where it was or if push comes to shove, destroy the sapphire himself. Kazal didn’t expect himself, albeit as a national rank adventurer, to be able to destroy it, yet that was what he planned to do sooner or later.

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

According to people's information, there was a complete place to buy step goods because the owner of the shop bought his goods on the black market. The sound of the entrance bell rang, inside it seemed deserted. No one was shopping because the shop was a bit far from the market and the center of the capital and sold strange things so only people who needed something would go in there. There was a full suit of armor, glass bottles filled with water and preserved animals, fighting gear, deer antlers, a magic orb that even Altair himself doubted whether it still worked or not. "Welcome to my shop," said the shop owner. "Is there something I can help you with," he said again, who was cleaning th

Nor had she ever seen such an eclectic collection of oddities. She picked up a pair of boots, vinyl, with a huge, plastic zipper. A vague memory of a porn film she had accidentally flipped on one late night flashed through her mind. Dominatrix, she believed it was called. She dropped the boots and sank onto a little bench sitting against the wall across from the racks of costumes. Fantasies. She had never had a sexual fantasy. All her sexual thoughts had always centered on Steve and their quiet sex life. All she had ever wanted was his hands on her, his lips telling her the things she wanted to hear.

"Vicky, long time no see!" Jenny was a short brunette woman, around 50, who had a divine love for birds and a lack of patience for children. In her hand, she held a box. As soon as I saw her face, I caught a glimpse of her at 3 years old, sitting on the very countertop she was now approaching. The interior of this store was completely different from the exterior. To humans, it was a small store selling antique items; however, to supernatural beings with an extension of the Sight, it was a store filled to the brim with potions, magical weapons and gear, and healing herbs.

Whatever it was, I took a deep breath and stepped inside. The inside of the shop was dimly lit, with shelves full of books, crystals, and potions. The air was thick with the scent of incense, and soft music was playing in the background. It was both eerie and fascinating at the same time. As I looked around, I noticed that there was no one in the shop. That was until a small bell above the door jingled, and a woman appeared from the back room. She was older, with long grey hair that cascaded down her back. Her eyes were a piercing blue, and she wore a long purple skirt and a flowing white blouse. She smiled warmly at me and greeted me with a soft, "Hello, dear. How can I help you today?"

Yet, sometimes, the demons within were far more dangerous than those without. When she finished browsing the candle shop, she browsed a soap and bath salt store, then a tea shop, and finally entered a small store front of a business called The Murky Cauldron. She knew it was one of those New Age, magical shops that catered to those who believed themselves to be witches or searched for the faerie world, but she felt intrigued enough to open the door and venture inside. She laughed to herself. She always believed it to be a store serving the nutjobs who simply could not handle the reality around them. She never put much stock in any of it being real. Of course, that was before Vargas and the w

This time around, he double-checks the dressing rooms and has to be accompanied by one of the shop's female staff members. I couldn't even think to warrant help from the staff for an escape since they appeared on very friendly rather than formal terms with the demon. It's only later after we exit the shop, I discover it all belongs to the demon. I had forgotten that he's an owner of many corporations. "Don't you like any of the things we've bought today?" He questions with smug expectancy as we exit the tenth shop with bags full of merchandise. "How can you not be happy?" I can only offer him a cold shoulder as I glumly enter the jeep. He expects me to be satisfied with this materialistic he