Final Fantasy Stories Novels & Stories

he growled against my neck. “I….I love…crazy.” I stammered. “Good.” He backed away from me, and in the dim light walked to a cabinet in the corner, pulling out a cuff and a blindfold. My breath caught as the metal of the cuff glinted faintly. I had watched videos of girls being tied up, blindfolded, and fucked, but I had never actually done anything like it. Lee had always preferred his sex safe and calm. Not dark and dangerous.

I tried to crawl but then I fell on my back, weak as my muscles trembled in pleasure, my pheromone thickening around me. I heard rushed footsteps. Not one. Multiple. My heart sank rapidly, but that single sensation made heat spread violently as if, for some reason, I was looking forward to some relief. “What's that scent?” My ears caught onto the words, before three men came into view. They looked like soldiers who led slaves down to the quarry to work. Boots stained, face ….. I don’t have time to analyse, all I wanted was relief, but not from them. It had to be the alpha, that was the plan. These soldiers would shamelessly take me and offer nothing but brutality.

"You still haven't told the family the whole story. We know you met in a silly coffee shop six months ago. But how exactly did you propose? You are such a boring, practical guy. I bet you just handed her a legal document and a ring at your office desk." I felt Finn's entire body go completely stiff next to me. His hand on my back tightened. I looked up at his face. His strong jaw was locked tight, and his eyes were wide with a sudden, silent flash of pure panic. Oh no. My heart dropped into my stomach. Finn was a brilliant lawyer who could win any case in a courtroom, but he was a man who needed to plan every single detail in advance. He had written a very long contract about our fake relati

“Does writing those scenes excite you, Freya Laurent? Did your body respond while you imagined me fucking you in this very office?” The crude word from his mouth sent a jolt straight between my legs. I pressed my thighs together, but the ache only deepened, a slow liquid throb. “Yes,” I voiced before I could stop myself. Shame and arousal tangled so tightly I couldn’t tell them apart. Dr Brandy’s lips curved, just a little. “Good. Honesty is the first rule.” He circled behind his desk and sat, pointing to the chair opposite him. “Sit. Open the document on your laptop. The journal entry. Read the first three paragraphs aloud and slowly.”

Every time I brought up another dark romance, another obscure vampire lore theory, another fantasy where the heroine begged to be drained while she came undone, they would groan and roll their eyes. “Elena, for fuck’s sake, you need to get properly fucked by a living, breathing man instead of jerking off to fictional undead dick,” my best friend had laughed the last time. But she didn’t understand. Nothing—no toy, no lover, no late-night fling—had ever come close to the aching, throbbing need that vampire fantasies stirred in me. The surrender. The possession. The exquisite terror of giving your blood, your body, and perhaps even your soul to something far older and more powerful than you.

Some stories started with hate. This one ended with everything.

I wonder if she's the one who was responsible for the stones and all the dark magic in the first place. Colt and Fox are double teaming, using their magic to push the line back, running the bodies into the buildings and cars around. They are just basically keeping them caged so they can't fight back. I can see tears falling down their faces. I'm not sure if it's from pain, pressure, or the fact that they didn't realize they would fail so abysmally.

"What is it?" "Those are the seven realms," He picked up one of the stones and grazed his finger over it. They locked eyes momentarily before Lucian continued speaking, "The realm of the dragons, the realm of the giants, the ice realm, the realm of fire, the realm of water, earth realm, and the realm of the dead." Katherine thought back to the tales Eleanor would tell her about the never ended conflict between the ice realm and realm of fire.

“Let’s hope nobody heard you begging for it.” Elijah was... Everything. But we broke up a year later when I had to leave. Since I've told you all this gory, beautiful stories about myself and it is time to finally close the curtains. I'm sad to go. Trust me, I am, but it's been fun sharing my deepest, sexiest secrets with you. I guess we might just call this entire book "the diary of a slut"

With the door to talking about sex cracked open, she added, "I enjoy a good sexual fantasy as much as the next woman, I guess. Which genres of stories do you like most?" "Normally it would be the hot-wife stories," Cheryl answered, "But I was reading a really hot incest/taboo story there the other day where the characters happened to be named Darlene, James, and Shannon." She looked Darlene in her surprised eyes and with a suggestive grin she added, "It's hard for me to imagine that's just coincidence. Did you write that story? Is that your taboo fantasy I was reading?" Darlene was a bit taken aback by her friend's blunt question, but her tone and the look on her face were certainly not judg