Good Fantasy Novels & Stories

Your person is coming. She smiled. “Thank you.” He nodded, “Go home, young lady.” Kisha stood, then hesitated. Can I ask you something? “Of course.” Why did you stop to help me? He looked at her as though the answers were obvious. “Because you needed help.” Nothing more. No price, no expectation, no demand, just kindness. Kisha’s eyes filled again. She understood then. That was what Morgan had given her. That was what she had been searching for. Love that didn’t come with a contract, care that didn’t have conditions and a place where she didn’t have to perform to deserve belonging.

Each was a florid fantasy, not viewed as a tale, but lived in him. He was always the main character, distinguished and adventurous, an illusion of splendor he supposed. Cavin likes them that way, it is much better than ordinary life. So if the thoughts of an insane journey still come, how was he to say he was cured? When even in a precarious voyage of the supernatural, here he was risking his life again. A true fantasy is a fixed mistaken notion that gains traction, like a wheel of a wagon on the road, it propels a person in different paths, often unpredictable and toward catastrophe.

“Do you think? If he knew, could I visit you like I do today? After all, I still enjoying our bed gameplay so far, my dear Robert…” Robert sneered and chuckled. This sly fox is really cunning and slithery. The problem is… If it’s come with money, she’s a real deal for him. He started Fashion Blast from nothing and because of her connection and money injection… BOOM!!! In two years, Fashion Blast has been listed as one of the most prestigious in the fashion business. And, now, they’re expanding their wings in the entertainment industry. Another side of the blinky world and full of glamourous socialites who soared money in full-body intact. A world where both of them live now. And he enjoys it

But this time, he had to hold back. He looked at the slender woman sitting across from him, her delicate fingers confidently holding a cup of milk, as if she didn’t notice how meager this table was for someone of her birth. Bread, jam, milk. That was all she had. All she could offer a duke. Damian understood why she was so thin. He also understood that his brother would never have been interested in a woman like her. Too noble. Too proud. Michael had loved entirely different women—the kind who whispered sweet words to him in bed and demanded expensive gifts.

And I felt bad for deceiving her, for not being honest with her about my feelings. But I couldn't help the way I felt. I couldn't help but think about Sophia, about the way she made me feel. And I couldn't help but smile whenever I thought about her. As the weeks turned into months, I found myself falling deeper and deeper into my fantasy world. I would imagine Sophia and me together, laughing and joking and exploring the city. I would imagine us holding hands, kissing, and making love. And I would smile, smile whenever I thought about these things. I would smile, and I would feel happy, and I would feel alive.

With that I dashed out of the kitchen " You cannot say thank you abi!!!" I heard Omale shout from the kitchen. " Come and collect it!!" I shout back "Can you guys just shut up" that was George. I would say he was the nerd of the house. Always reading, I read too but his own was just too much. He hated noise...any form of noise, and guess the worst, he believed in being a virgin still marriage, so he found our acts very irritating. Lol... Sometimes I wonder why God decided to waste such beauty on his kind of personality. But sometimes he breaks out of that his shell. It rarely happens sha.

Fucking hell, Steven thought, they had made that kind of money in just one afternoon, no wonder Adrian was so shocked, it usually took them over a month to make that much. Cassy then asked him, bringing him out of his slumber, "Does the color of the magic beasts have anything to do with the color of the flames?" Steven smiled at her and said, "Yes, you’re right, each magic beast can use a flame and depending on the rarity of the color a magic beast of the same level may be worth more or less."

Both the pre-ruin and the post-ruin, I wasn't ready for any of it. My movements came to a halt when my gaze flitted across the street and landed on the poster of the new Fantasy series I had been waiting on; All the Beautiful Things. It was a trilogy. All the beautiful things are red, All the beautiful things are gold, and All the beautiful things are black. It was more like Romantasy actually. A wide grin crept up my face and I looked sideways, before slipping towards the bookstore even though I knew there was no car in sight. Volxe bookstore.

I was inspired by Eoin Colfer and fused his style with my own and in fantasy genre. And lastly as for another work on Goodnovel.com I've a contemporary romance I'd love to suggest because now I'm aware of the flash forward style of GN. It's entitled as "Winning Over The Cold Heiress." Thank you~

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad