Romans & histoires Flights Of Fantasy

Although she always told herself that and ended up either forgetting or postponing it. Other than the AC problem, Chloe's place was nice. It was a fabulous flat—a one-bedroom apartment with a great kitchen and real hardwood floors. Reluctant to leave—both the apartment and the bed—Chloe moaned and stretched. The erotic novel she had been reading before she slept off the previous night was still on the bed next to her, open to page one-twenty-three. She trailed her finger over the page, then closed her eyes, remembering the way the delicious, decadent words had played over her body, with a little help from her fingers, of course....while thinking about Timothy. She stretched like a cat, tempt

Mischief tried to smirk, but suddenly his eyes rolled back and his wings stopped beating. I cried out, as Mischief collapsed. He crashed down, catching the bookcases, and just like the dominoes that I’d imagined, they fell backwards on top of one another. The books flew down into broken piles. The room moved, as Mischief fell to earth. Anthony howled in anguish, swooping over the desk with me in his arms. I gasped at the sensation of flying, when my stomach lurched. What would it feel like to fly high in the night-time sky out of joy, rather than fear?

How many nights did I sit at that window, staring out, wishing for something better than what I had. I unlock the front door and Dom and I go inside and I shut the door. I take a deep breath, smelling the cleaners that the company used. The clean smell mixed with how the house always smelled, like fear. Instead of going straight to the boxes, I head to the living room to find Pa's recliner chair and all the rest of the furniture still there. I wander to the kitchen to find everything still there too. I head to the stairway and head to Frankie and Will's bedroom and all of their personal items must be in the boxes but the furniture is still present. I climb the ladder to my bedroom to f

" Benedict panicked, trying to sit up and grab my hand, but I was already prepared. I stepped back before he had the chance. His outstretched hand trembled before he let it drop, his voice choked with emotion. "Ophelia, is there really no chance for us?" "I don't like dirty things," I simply said. "That includes objects—and people." His gaze fell, and he said nothing more. With that matter settled, I set off on my travels again. Though my love life was a mess, my career flourished. I experimented with new recipes, my followers grew past a million, and ad deals poured in. The paychecks were fat, and my career was thriving.

The air was alive with the scent of possibility, the glow of the dream realm casting a soft, ethereal light that illuminated the path before her. As she journeyed deeper into the dream realm, Mama Hazel felt a sense of wonder and awe at the sights that unfolded before her. Magical creatures flitted through the air, their iridescent wings shimmering in the moonlight, while fantastical landscapes stretched out in a breathtaking tapestry of colors and shapes. Each step she took led her further into a world where imagination reigned supreme and where the boundaries of reality melted away.

Chapter 62: Welcome, Dear Guests. Crystal’s POV Far ahead of us unfolded a sight that I had never seen before. This must be what Kian said to be ‘the dark side’. This must also be where Lord Beike ran to after our fight in that village. The place looked straight out of a fantasy movie. Trees hang in the air with the falling flower petals that brought some sort of sweet scent. At a glance, it looked like any ordinary fairytale land. However, the large palace sitting in the middle of nowhere was covered in a dark fog – thrilling and somewhat scary. But most of all, the big dragons flying in the sky, instead of birds, caught my attention. Oliver also stared at the numerous dragons, surprise in

How he would show her the ring and tell her it had always been hers. He even let himself imagine her reaction. Maybe she would be surprised or touched. She would cry, and then forgive him. And then, they could start over. This time, he wouldn't let her suffer even a little. The flight took more than ten hours. He didn't sleep. By the time they landed, his eyes were red from exhaustion and the strain of holding himself together. The plane finally touched down. Oldtown's sky had always been gray. A drizzle drifted down, turning the air damp and icy.

He asked "When the flyers are ready"...I said and chuckled Did I flirt well? Damn am not good at this. "Ok, I can't wait to see you and Jean perform"... He smiled Only he's smile can raise the dead. And why does he always call her Jean. That doesn't matter now, what matters is how am feeling for Dave. "Alice..Alice"... He called "Oh, sorry I was admiring your...I mean the room, it's beautiful"... I said That was close

Typically Dragons were immensely large, but this one got two sets of wings, a larger pair set atop the muscular shoulders, and a slightly smaller pair set lower back that tucked below when folded, necessary to propel the massive body through the sky and fly. But looking at the creature filled Celina with a hollow sort of dread. It shouldn’t be making her feel this way; after all, she’s been waiting for an opportunity exactly like this. Why wasn’t she elevated? Ever since past few days, Celina had a myriad of emotions, from better to worse. Better because now there's something to strive for, a light amidst the unfamiliar fog. Worse because it scarred her for life, made her want to live a comm

He tried to open his eyes, but it was like they were sealed shut in the flames of his Magick. The thunder of hooves sounded around him, clattering on the flagstones. A warm body pressed against him. Voices that were too loud shouted to him, but he couldn't make out the garbled words. He hit his knees for the second time, the warm body pressed against him following him to the blessedly cool stone.