Gaslamp Fantasy Novels & Stories

It was exceptionally bad for me, seeing as those men's lecherous gazes made me want to squeeze my thighs together. All I could do was shuffle forward slowly. But the slower I got, the longer I was trapped under those terrifying gazes. "We're here." I finally let out a sigh of relief. A soft beep sounded. It appeared that the staff member had used a keycard to unlock the door. "Go in and wait for the guest." After entering the room, I noticed that the room didn't look like a place for sleeping. It looked more like a torture chamber. There was a weird bed located in the middle of the room, with handcuffs dangling off the posts.

He should not say that he will share a room with me, Mom will surely go frantic! "You should have said that I'm sharing the room with you. We shouldn't be cleaning this. I will go to your room later anyway so the cleaning is no use," Landon lamented while we are in the guestroom. Mom and Felix are having dinner downstairs. Mom actually invited us to join them that we already had our dinner. Of course it was an alibi. Not because we are vampires and eating human food will give us nothing but bland taste, but because I'm afraid Landon won't be able to hold himself back in front of Felix. The way he stared at Felix, it was very obvious that he was trying so hard not to reach for his neck and tw

Before we could stop ourselves we both inhaled the gas and we immediately fell to the ground, unconscious. - - ┈┈∘┈˃̶༒˂̶┈∘┈┈ - - My legs feel full of staples and sand together. My mind is overflowing and pounding trying to remember what's happening. A sharp intake of breath and I'm awake. I try to stand up but I can't move. I blink rapidly to gain back my vision and it's slowly starting to look clear. To my surprise, somehow I'm starting into very rage grey eyes that seem to know too much.

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The air reeked of blood, gasoline and death. “Burn in Hell, Witch!” Gabriel yelled, making me realize what he was planning to do.

Dedicated To; °To Whoever Reading This° ♣️♟️♠️ *You Can Fight Love But you Will lose* Bille Elish ~ Bad Guy🙃 The flaring heat of this tiny room. The continuous dropping of water droplets from the aged old kitchen sink. The uncomfortable stench of blood, sweat, and cocaine makes my body itch. My right leg which I drape over my left begins to wiggle impatiently, a tick passed on to me by my dearest father.

The dark veins on her neck moved slightly with her pulse. -- Lucian had left three boxes of books stacked against the far wall of the main room and I opened the first one and started reading and did not stop for hours. Most of it was terrifying in the specific way that information is terrifying when it confirms the worst thing you were already afraid of. Soul possession through blood magic. The host soul weakens incrementally with each surfacing of the invading consciousness. Over time the host's grip on their own body becomes unreliable, then intermittent, then absent. The invader does not kill the host. They simply crowd them out, slowly, until there is nothing of the original person left

By the time I saw the signature blue fireflies outside Hel City, it was already 11:06. Entering Hel City and flying over the crowded streets—so different from the divine realm above—I finally saw the Hall of Ghostsmiths, a place I had only ever seen in books and journals. Behind it rose mountains and deep valleys. The towering fortress was encircled by a river glowing with a brilliant sapphire hue, golden light shining upward from below, lending the entire structure an air of mystery and opulence. Above the fortress floated a massive circular magic array—after each exam, those who passed would step through it and become Ghostsmiths. A minute later, I released the bone phoenix and, summoning

​The figure smiled, revealing teeth made of "Dialogue-Fragments." ​"I’m the Ghostwriter," he said. "And I’ve been hired by your father’s Real-World Estate to file an injunction. But it’s gonna get messy." ​Suddenly, the red ink began to flood the 401st Chapter, turning the blue sky into a dark, rainy night in a city that shouldn't exist. ​[NARRATIVE ERROR: GENRE-FLIP DETECTED. ROMANCE-FANTASY IS NOW... NOIR-THRILLER.]

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.