Good Short Fantasy Books Novels & Stories

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Marretje adds when she sees me stare longer than necessary at the books; little does she know that I have less interest in reading. I have my hands on the drawing in no time, my fingers neatly trailing the stained, softened edges of the paper. Something about the rough sketch etches a feeling of familiarity with it, but I am not certain if Katelyn once showed it to me. Without warning, my head pulls back and my hands freeze, a bright white light flashing in front of my eyes before I could blink twice. My neck seems to snap from the force that is. I am lost—somewhere in a cold acre full of ice and snow, so much snow that I struggle to keep my legs steady.

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I don't have any pending assignments right now, so I thought I'd read a story on the Good Novel app first. Ever since I couldn't buy physical books anymore, I started reading different stories about fantasy and romance on this app. At least I'm having fun, especially when I'm stressed out over school work and other stuff. I'm reading Miss Thinz's story Her Ruthless Alpha because I love Erdy and Zerra's story. I hope I can find a man like Erdy. They're not just handsome and rich, but they're also really loving and caring. But those kinds of men can only exist in novels.

The day had been long and tiring, full of unexpected events. I bent over to set the alarm for tomorrow and reached for my book. I have been engrossed in a collection of traditional fairytales with a mafia spin. They were captivating, and I cherished the quiet moments when I could indulge in reading them. Stephanie Swann was one of my favourite authors, and I loved the worlds she created in her books, especially the morally ambiguous male characters and fierce female leads. After devouring three chapters, I glanced at the clock and sighed in disappointment, realizing I would have to wait until tomorrow to read more.

I whispered. The name slipped out naturally. My fingers moved faster, plunging deep while my thumb pressed firmer on my clit. The fantasy kept growing, till it was like a vivid image in my head. I saw him flipping me over, taking me from behind, his hands spreading my ass so he could watch his cock slide in and out of my dripping pussy. “Jake… oh god, Jake,” I moaned, my voice rising. My hips bucked wildly against my hand. My thighs trembled as the orgasm hovered right on the edge. “Jake, please… fuck me harder.”

But my impression of badboys was about to change. I sat in the library with a pile of history books on the table beside me. I copied something in my notebook while making reference to the bulky textbook open beside me. I dropped my pen down and sighed irritatedly as the sound of hushed moans kept distracting me. “Fuck yeah. I want three fingers now” The girl whispered huskily and I screwed my nose up in disgust. How could people actually pick a library out of all places to make out in? I stood up and held the table's divider while looking over at the boy and girl that were about to drive me insane with their fornication in a prestigious place such as a library.

Little did I know, the spark was about to become a raging inferno, courtesy of something far beyond the mortal realm. It started on a rainy Friday night. I’d come home exhausted from a long week, my blouse clinging to my skin from the downpour outside. I kicked off my heels, letting them thud against the hardwood floor, and poured myself a glass of merlot. The apartment felt emptier than usual; my last girlfriend had left months ago, citing my “workaholic tendencies” as the reason. Truth be told, I missed the warmth of a body next to mine, the soft curves and whispered promises in the dark. To distract myself, I rummaged through the old box of junk in my closet— relics from my rebellious pha

It seemed to radiate a faint magical aura. Curiosity getting the better of them, Alex picked up the book. Its cover was adorned with intricate runes and symbols, and the title read, "The Chronicles of Destiny: A Hero's Journey." The pages within were filled with tales of chosen heroes who had risen to face great challenges. As they read through the stories, a sense of connection and purpose washed over Alex. It was as if these heroes from different realms were speaking directly to them, urging them to embrace their own destiny. With the book in hand, Alex sought the wisdom of the town's sage, Mrs. Evelyn, known for her knowledge of the mystical and arcane. She lived in a cozy cottage on the

"Why don't you just tell me your problem with her?" "Ugh! Problem is a big word. She's just a speck of dust. She's too small but irritating for the eyes. So don't you worry about me, I'm absolutely okey with her," I paused and quaffed a glass of milk. I hope he can smell my sarcasm. "And I don't understand why she's called Cindy? She told me it was a shortcut for Cinderella, a princess in distress but she looks more like a camel than a damsel. Confusing, that's why I never read fairytales, witches had hopes to find a prince charming. So sad," I added, conversationally.