Novel & Cerita Futa Fantasy

“You speak as if you expect my help.” “You are the only one who can help,” Isabella said directly. “Jane is your niece. She carries the Hartess blood. And whatever your family may be…” She hesitated for a moment. “We do not choose the people who become our family. But we always choose whether we will remain part of their lives.” Some men are used to getting everything they want. They take by force, by charm, or by wealth, but they always take. Damian Hartess was one of those men. But this time, he had to hold back.

His hand rested over my stomach, tracing lazy circles. “I want to keep playing sometimes,” he murmured into my hair. “Keep the edge sharp. Keep the fantasy alive.” I smiled, sated and owned and stupidly happy. “Every anniversary,” I whispered. “And maybe… some random Tuesdays.” He laughed soft, warm, real. Then quieter: “And if we ever decide to add to the family… we’ll tell them the truth when they’re old enough. That their mother and father chose each other against the whole damn world. That the fantasy became real.”

I agreed coming with him since I'm doing nothing here and besides I really wanna catch things up from him. He assisted me in getting inside his car. When we reached the mall, he bought me lot of things until people who noticed us, flooded in front of us, asking for a picture with them. Just by looking at them, I can say that they belong to the fans club of our love team, the YashRel Fandom. I can't believe that until now, there are still people who ship our love team even though our love team was gone in the showbiz industry for years.

“The auction begins in twenty minutes. Submissives volunteer. Bidders win one night—whatever they desire, within negotiated limits. Safe word enforced. Everything recorded for security. No names required.” She leaned closer. “You’d fetch a high price.” Lila’s breath caught. She should leave. She stayed. Twenty minutes later, the lights dimmed. A spotlight hit the stage. The auctioneer—a tall, androgynous figure in a tailored tux—stepped forward. “Lot One,” they announced smoothly. “A delicious newcomer. Virgin to our stage. Limits: no blood, no permanent marks, no scat. Everything else… negotiable.” Lila’s heart slammed against her ribs.

The werefox alpha was already laughing loudly with a group of hybrids, tail swishing behind her. Some leaders had come with their true mates. You could tell by the way they stayed close, hands brushing, scents tangled together. Others brought mistresses or consorts, pretty distractions to make the night easier. Ronan caught sight of a demon prince with two beautiful companions draped over him, all sharp smiles and glowing eyes. Normal for these things. Nobody judged too openly here.

To make it better, Janina mentioned adding an audio recording and even livestreaming their reactions as we waited for them. My mother used to say that Ziyah was always a trip to be around because she was very mischievous and a huge prankster. “There are three Fae Protector lines. Each line was created by one of our Gods. They are supposed to reach out to me when the time comes. Also, I’m able to cast glamours that other Fae can’t see through,” Ziyah said, getting us back on track. That was very good information indeed! So, I added to the discussion by explaining Jackson’s ability to cast now. There were whistles of approval all around.

That is my decision and it will stand no matter what he says. “I understand if you decide anything” Lucia walked away. I could tell that I hurt her. She was fond of Zara when she was alive but she couldn't save her. How pathetic. “What was that all about? What do you mean you're trying to lay off the workers? if you lay them off now that there's a little bit of uneasy with the other Alpha. They might think that you are really a tyrant, you cannot just lay them off like that. Why not do it one at a time, that way no one would question your decision since you are the Alpha and he decided what to do in your pack”

"Your tattoos look so real" he whispered in awe, tracing his finger over the outline of my retracted wings. Humans were funny, they didn't really believe in us Fae, but they had the expectation that our wings were an external appendage. The reality was we could release or retract them at will, allowing us to blend in with the neighboring kingdoms. I propped myself up on my elbows, allowing my eyes to rake over this Adonis. I had picked him up in a human bar hoping for a fun romp in the hay and he had delivered.

Vivian had been so consumed by jealousy that her eyes turned red as she stood among those seeing me off, muttering to herself over and over again, "I should've been the Boss's wife. If only I had met the heir first." Now that she had been given a second life, she could not wait to seize what she believed was her rightful happiness. What she did not know was that meeting Luca was not the beginning of happiness at all. It was the start of an even more terrifying nightmare.

flashback Kayla made it to this handsome stranger and his dog before I did, but he thankfully held on to her before she could touch the animal. “Woah, princess, you don't just touch any dog like that, okay? It can hurt you.” He explained, tone gentle. “But I wanna touch it.” Kayla pressed stubbornly, her mouth taking on that cute pout most people found hard to say no to.