Lana's Fantasies Novels & Stories

“I guess that is what free will is for. Not everything is world-ending, Lana. Power can also save lives or even help you make a marvelous cup of tea. Tell me, Lana; If you can have anything in the world, what would you ask for?” Lana gives me a helpless shrug. “I guess if I could ask for something right now, I’d ask for…a bath.” I chuckle at her simple request. “That’s all you want? A bath?” Lana nods. “If you saw the makeshift showers we use, you’d understand why taking a hot bath in an actual bathtub is as close to heaven as I’d get at the moment.” I laugh at her turn of phrase. If she only knew how close to heaven she really is. It still amazes me to know that she’s unaware of her angelic

AUTHOR’S POV. Lana sat in her room casually going through a fashion magazine, unbothered about the celebration going on in the mansion. She hummed softly, sipping her wine as she flipped the pages, her toes shaking to the rhythm of her hum. She was in her own little heaven — quiet, peaceful, and inspiring evening. Until the door opened and someone walked in. She groaned, but her gaze remained on the magazine. “I didn't know lingerie was the new fashion for nine year old kids,” Mira sneered.

I snatch my laptop from the table and jump on my bed; I have more important things to do, and my thighs are already shaking in excitement as I turn on my laptop. It is quite a pity that I'm not the perfect son my father thinks I am; I stare at the image of Lana Winters on my laptop. My dirty little secret. She is sitting by the poolside, her hair is wet, the skimpy outfit she is wearing is soaked to reveal her huge breasts, and her exposed thighs are slim and long; this is only one of the hundreds of pictures of her that I have on my laptop. I love Lana; she just didn't know it yet, but she is going to be my wife and the mother of my kids; yeah, maybe I am delusional, but I don't care at thi

“The sperm bank idea makes sense. It would protect everyone involved.” Riley felt a surge of gratitude toward his friend. Despite his personal feelings, Fitz was putting the pack first. “Will you speak at the hearing tomorrow?” Sabrina asked. Fitz nodded. “I’ll stand with you. Both of you.” “Fitz I know that this isn’t going to help much at the moment but from what I have read in the texts each Luna falls in love with each Harem mate but they’re love is different to the main thats all doesn’t make it any less important but knowing this it would make it easier for me to place you as I know your less likely to want to stray.”

Lana POV Walking out I went in search of my cousins and little brothers. I couldn’t sit in that room any longer while they compared dick sizes. What a day, not only do I have one person claiming I am their mate I have two. Like how is that even going to work, and how is it even possible? Arial comes out after a few minutes searching for me. Sitting on the lounge, I watch my cousins play Mario kart in the games room, hoping my mother can sort out this drama for me, so they can be on their testosterone-filled way. Of course, I had to be mates with two people that despise each other.

L A N A Her face twisted in disgusted disbelief. “Are you seriously pulling this now? Now, Lana? After everything we’ve done, everything we’ve sacrificed, you want to chicken out because he hasn’t written you a damn love letter yet?” “I’m not chickening out,” I said, though my voice faltered. “I’m thinking. I’m finally thinking clearly for the first time in months. And I can’t stop wondering, what if we were wrong? What if none of this gives us what we wanted? What if we just end up, monsters? Alone?”

They didn’t, which meant they had a different motive, one I’d uncover soon enough. “You don’t look like yourself, it’s like you’re distracted,” Alaric said suddenly, watching me like he always does when he’s serious. “And I know it’s not because of our new prisoner.” It was no surprise that he noticed, I hadn’t done much to hide how I felt since I left Lana’s room. “Lana’s been seeing someone in her dreams and it’s the same person over and over. And I am only just finding out about it.” “What do you mean, ‘seeing someone’?” Alaric asked, then his expression changed after he figured it out. “The woman who looks just like her?” he asked, and I gave him a ‘yes’ by nodding my head.

Doesn’t help. The phone buzzes again. Another email. I open it, skim the lines, but the words blur. Instead I see her on her knees in my head, crawling under my desk like she did in that dream last night, lips wrapped around my cock, eyes looking up at me while she takes me deep. “Fuck,” I breathe, hand dropping to my zipper, palming myself through the fabric. “You’re gonna be the death of me, Lana.” I unzip slow, pull my cock out, stroke once, hard, pre-cum slicking my palm while I picture her mouth, her tongue, the way she’d moan around me.

He dropped the knife and reached around to Jazz's throat where he pulled her tongue through the gasp. Cathy screamed, squeezing her eyes shut against the horrific sight before her eyes. It's a dream, she told herself. It's nothing but a dream. But in her head, she knew she was wrong. If it was a dream Jazz would not exist because up until... Yesterday? Was it yesterday or two days ago? She didn't even know the woman existed. If it was a dream she would wake up in bed with Ted trying to convince him to accept her as his mate. This was not a dream.

Su Lan thought of how irresponsible her great (50x) grandfather was and didn't put any hope on the other gods either. Su Lan: "Circular with bling bling around the rim." The Hello Kitty screen changes to a circular screen with flashing lights on the rim. Su Lan stared at the blinding screen and chose back the hello kitty screen. Su Lan (in her mind): At least I wouldn't be blinded by the screen. Su Lan then thought in her mind: Hide from guards. The hello kitty head screen pops up and gives her different options. Option 1: Hide aura and blend into the background.