Fiction Novels & Stories

This is a work of dark fantasy fiction and should be read with an open mind and a clear understanding of its mature and controversial themes. Happy Reading ! You can follow my F******k page, Mia X Novels, for more stories ! * * * * *

Four “So, what’s the genre we’re looking at?” Nico picked up one of the books on the desk and flipped it to the back, reading the short description. “This one seems to be about magical powers and shit. Fantasy?” Theo nodded, taking a sip of his wine. He set down his glass and picked up a book from the pile. “I have romance, crime thrillers and fantasy, here.” He handed him a book. “What do you think about this?”

Rene’s POV The rain beat hard against my bedroom window. I looked over at my empty bed, rubbing the cool emptiness. If Nathan were there, he’d wrap his long legs around me, as he embraced her. “Don’t worry, beautiful. We have to have a little rain if we want the flowers,” he’d always say. I thought about calling Lisa, but changed my mind when I looked at the time on my phone. It was nearly 3 a.m. I turned on the lamp on my nightstand and reached for the remote. After a few times scrolling through the channels, I couldn’t find anything to watch that interested me. I looked at my phone and, without thinking, decided to FaceTime the one person who i thought could be up.

"Who the hell are you? This is Lucy's house. What does it have to do with you?" "Seriously, there are all kinds of shameless people these days." The others immediately joined in. I didn't waste a single word arguing with them. Instead, I walked straight to the front door and pressed my hand against the fingerprint scanner. With a sharp beep, the door unlocked. Everyone froze in shock. But then the same relative suddenly spat on the ground and shouted, "So that's it! You secretly changed the locks!" A few younger relatives chimed in indignantly. "Hey, old lady, are you jealous because Lucy has such a perfect love story?"

“Neither do I plan on going anywhere.” THE END Author's Note If you have made it this far, thank you. Truly. From the bottom of my still-racing heart and maybe a few other places. This collection started with one restless night... and spilled into more. Each story is a different hunger, a different chase, but they all chase the same thing. This isn't a fairy tale. It is not meant to be. But if it made you feel seen, or turned on, or even a tiny bit reckless yourself... then it did what I hoped.

Nothing will change tonight. Pork chops are ready and on the table at the time Jeff is meant to arrive. He is late again, just like the night before. I eat without him. The food tastes fine, but I don’t even notice it as I chew and swallow. By 7:30, when Jeff isn’t home, I leave the table and go into the living room to try to read a book, even though I know the words are all jumbled in my head. When he comes in around 8:00, tipsy and not walking straight, he shouts at me that the food is cold. I get up and walk into the bedroom and close the door.

Billie. The dream came again. Flames roared around me, devouring everything. “Run, baby! Don’t look back! Find Marley! Run!”My mother’s voice cut through the chaos. But this time the fire didn’t burn. It transformed. The raging orange flames shimmered, hardened, and exploded into thousands of glittering diamonds. They cascaded over my skin like liquid stars in a cool and tingling sensation. Every diamond that touched me sent waves of strange, delicious pleasure through my body. My skin felt hypersensitive. I gasped, arching as the glittering stones kissed my neck, my breasts, between my thighs…

It helped me as a writer, so now I hope it will help me sleep. Stepping into the water, I glide beneath the surface until only my neck and head are above the waterline. It feels good to be encompassed by warmth. If only everything were so simple. What if all this is real, and I’m not hallucinating? What if I am actually being visited by a Sin, who lives in a territory halfway across the land? I’m not sure where I must have read about him, to start having dreams about those eyes, but it was surely in a late night reading session where I fell asleep with the book on my face, and woke with no memory of the last words I read.

Confused but felt something at the same time. Your output, it's-- "Fiction, a work of imagination. An exaggeration of reality sometimes opposite to it. It's like playing with reality trying to make it more ideal and dream-like. " After that, Craig take his seat and continue writing in his notea leaving everyone more confused and dumbfounded.

“Did that magical chamber took your Uncle to a fairyland? Did he already saw the what they called, fairyland?” “Uhm…” “No, right? So how did this chamber exist when it was just a myth, a story to satisfy kids and make them believe that magic exists. We’ve been there, but this is a realistic world. And magic like turning you into a frog, and one kiss from a prince, you shift back, doesn’t exist.” She heaved a deep sighed. “Yeah, you’re right.” “Of course, I am—” “But Uncle Flavio stories are pretty convincing—”