Lana's Fantasies Novels & Stories

She hates buying new clothes. ‘There were no Otherworld among them,’ Moira answers, bitter. ‘So no, no one to track or trace us with magic.’ ‘So someone told them,’ Lana closes her eyes as she holds me and my heart thumps harder. What if it was Lana? What if she wanted saving from her gilded cage. I swallow, drawing back to look at her, staring into her green eyes. Is she on my side? ‘Was it you?’ I can’t help but wonder aloud.

They sighed as their lips pulled away, turning their heads to me with equally big grins and inviting me to join them. "Anthony?" Eve spoke up, pulling me out of my daydream with a surprised shake of my head. She laughed quietly. "You okay there? You kind of spaced out." "What a surprise!" Lila remarked with a roll of her eyes. I sighed, trying to rid the fantasy from my mind. Though, as a red-blooded human male, I couldn't help but be fascinated by the idea of girlfriends experimenting with each other. I chuckled in an attempt to brush it off. "Sorry about that," I responded.

All she worried about was if Simon was really going to come here because of her. No, Simon can’t come here, he can’t defeat them. She was sure Josh was also here. “That’s all you heard? So boring. Don’t worry, if Simon still wants you despite that then I would just use your life in exchange for him being with me. If he doesn’t agree, you die, if he agrees you would be my puppet all the days of your life and you know what kind of puppet you would be? A sex puppet to all my very handsome male friends while Simon would be married to me believing you are living a decent life in another country.” Lana said as she let long nails trace the abs of the muscled men standing there.

Stanley said, "Do you know that when we traveled, we made the world believe that we were going on our honeymoon, but it was actually a business trip? In the end, though, it turned out to be our honeymoon." Lana smiled, "Yeah, I'm just imagining what everyone will say when I finally leave. There's going to be a big gossip, but I'll follow it from wherever I am." Stanley stared at her, "You keep talking about leaving. You seem to really want to go. Do you plan to go to your sister who is married to a prince?" Lana shook her head, "It's not that, sir. I just don't want to ruin our arrangement or take your kindness for granted."

Esen looked into his eyes, her heart racing with excitement and fear. They were filled with desire and passion. She could see stars in them, and something else - something dark like a night sky, the moon. Her face was flushed, and she couldn't blame it on any sun. She looked as if she came out of a painting or an anime, maybe. Her hair fell over her shoulder in an artful way, and she felt a shiver run down her spine at the sight of him. Altan didn't notice this and simply smiled at her.

"Well, I'm already dressed so I guess I'll just go anyway.” “Run along,” she muttered, still squinting. I pulled out my earpiece from my pocket. "You know you could just wear your glasses." "And risk looking like a nerd? No thank you." "You are a nerd," I said, shaking my head. Lana had been through so much these past weeks and here she was reading like nothing had happened. She made it look easy and I got jealous sometimes. "I'm a pretty bitch," she announced, swaying her head proudly.

Antonella’s hate is poisonous, and for once, I can’t even blame her. But Lana… Lana doesn’t deserve this. I reply with a single word. Done. Then I shut the laptop and push it away. I am lost in thoughts. He whispered Lana’s name in his sleep? Ricardo? The bastard doesn’t just want her, he dreams of her. That kind of obsession, I know, is dangerous. Dangerous for him, dangerous for her, dangerous for everyone in his orbit.

He was rubbing his chin and eyeing me curiously. “That doesn't explain the child…are you okay now? I want to go to the Moon Council and check something out in their library and maybe speak with the moon Goddess,” he stated firmly, and I told him to go for it as I leaned back into the cushion. He disappeared, leaving me. “What is going on, Lana? “ I sighed, wanting answers. “I don't know, but it seems that the pup gets irritated in the presence of Dante,” she snickered. “Thanks, Captain Obvious,” I mumbled.

He clicked his tongue, appreciating my body. While I started cooking, he leaned in and commented, "Yvonne, am I doing this right?" He reached out and grabbed the handle of the frying pan, his strong hand covering mine. At the same time, his other hand rested lightly on my waist, steadying me. I almost lost my balance, heat spreading across my body as I experienced my fantasy turning into reality. Even my ears felt like they were on fire. Antonio's proximity was overwhelming, and I could feel the intensity of his presence, a mix of boldness and unshakable confidence.

“Fantasy?” Came the uncertain inquiry through the bullhorn that sounded out loudly amongst the hustle and bustle of the crowded pier. Raising my hand I picked up my duffel bag and began making my way forward. As I walked the men about me stared. They always stared. It was kind of nice and yet annoying at the same time. It didn’t help that my Russian born mother so enamored with her relocation to a new and in her eyes, ‘fantasy land’ of America had named me as such.