Lana's Fantasies Novels & Stories

Slowly, I began to brush my long blonde hair! I thought I was finally at peace but then I realized that it was all too good to be true! Everything about the escape from my room to Ivan attacking me was all a dream! All of that was a dream except for the fact that I was indeed going to get married to Ivan! My parents were still keen on making me marry Ivan and Ivan in reality really did refused to listen to my choice of not marrying him! The only thing that I wished were true from my dream was me running away since I also realized that my wedding day was the next day! I was going to be marked by Ivan and become his Luna! I could not let that happen!

"Well, I don’t know about a pool, but yeah, it was fabulous, like stepping into another world. Everything was so luxurious, like something out of a fairy tale." Caroline's eyes sparkled with excitement. "See, maybe pretending to be his cousin wouldn't be so bad after all. At least you'd get to live in a mansion for a while." I laughed, feeling a bit more at ease. "If you love his mansion so much, maybe you should pretend to be his cousin, then live out your princess fantasy.”

He had to get the rest of her, they were seventeen now and he couldn’t wait for them to turn eighteen if he could actually do the things he wanted to her. The things they dreamed about. He had studied things purposely to please his mate, along with his brother of course. Ife sat in history class distracted by her thoughts until the subject spoke of Alpha Princess Fallon from the past. This was the same person the school was named after. The more she learnt of her the weirder her dreams became, almost like she was living out her life. The most cruel one was of the little girl snatching her heart out of her chest. On the last day, everything made sense!

“Then maybe I dreamed it.” She straightened abruptly. “Yes. That’s right. You were dreaming,” she said, her voice sharper now. “It must’ve been an episode. You know you hallucinate when your wolf acts up. It’s one of those false visions.” I nodded faintly, letting my arm fall back to the blanket. “You should drink your medicine so you get better.” She pushed the bowl toward my hand. “Here. Drink it. I didn’t make a move for it. For a long moment, neither of us spoke.

"There's no way your life is real, Dan." "What?" "This is the fake-marriage trope in books." She explains. "The one where you have to get married for convenience but eventually fall in love." I stare at her in complete shock as she bubbles in joy. Lana is a hopeless romantic. She romanticizes everything - even the bad stuff. Says it all has to happen for the plot. She thinks life is a movie and we are all characters with little lovely stories. It's one of the things I love about her - but at this moment, I'm not so sure about that.

I asked, “Luna… the Luna!” As his words registered into my head, I quickly stood up, “What did you say?” I asked desperately, hoping I didn’t hear him wrong, “she’s back!” he said after catching his breath. Wishing those words were not a lie, hoping they were not another trick to get me out of the office, I followed along, keeping the hope that this was the truth as I made my way out the office door and down the stairs and into the front yard, approaching the forest, feeling the familiar scent, I began to run and soon I come across a small figure, a woman’s figure, the shining light blue eyes like the deep blue sea that I yearned to see looked straight at me as tears began to envelop my eyes

Yеt, bеnеath Lana's words, a lingеring suspicion tuggеd at my instincts. Dеspitе Lana's assurancе, I couldn't shakе thе fееling that shе harborеd undisclosеd motivеs. With a rеmindеr of my psychological acumеn, I probеd furthеr, stating, "Havе you forgottеn I'm a psychologist? It is boldly writtеn on your facе that you havе an agеnda." Lana sighеd, rеvеaling vulnеrability as shе confеssеd, "I havе fееlings for Mary. Sincе Ambеr and Janе havе unfinishеd businеss, I plan to usе that as an advantagе to еntеr Mary's lifе. And to do that, I nееd to tеll Mary thе sеcrеt Janе has bееn kееping from hеr."

Lana's hands moved over me, her fingers eager, but my soul detached. "Missed you," she whispered as her hands found me, trying to awaken what felt dead inside. I clenched my eyes, searching for Willow in the darkness behind my eyelids. Slowly, I felt my cock grow harder—not for Lana, but for the image of what I'd lost. She enveloped me, our bodies sliding together, her wetness pulling me into a feverish dance. Her hips moved, a rhythm I knew well, but I kept my eyes shut. I chased shadows of Willow, visions of strength and vulnerability that haunted every corner of my mind. Lana's voice pulled me back, a siren's call cutting through my fantasy.

Lana scoffed at the outrageous remark, trying as much as possible control her anger. But even as she scoffed it off, the prospect of having baths with him still lingered in her head. Her eyes glazed over as she imagined their bare skin, slicked with water pressed against each other in the stone tub. She fantasized about his strong arms holding her against his body, stroking every inch of her flesh while she reached for his... "Aaargh!" Lana squealed loudly, then promptly clamped her hand over her mouth to stop the sounds of embarrassment, "Oh my God! I must be crazy, why am I thinking such?!" She muttered in chagrin as she climbed out of tub.

she asked, though her eyes betrayed her. "Don’t feign ignorance, Lana. You are far more perceptive than you let on. Why didn't you answer my first knock?" Lana scratched the back of her head, her hand trembling slightly. "I had a nightmare, Sir. A terrible one." "Tell me," I commanded. "Carnage," she whispered, a shiver coursing through her as if she were reliving the vision. "Death. So many corpses... the ground was hidden by them." "How accurate are your dreams, usually?" I asked, my brow furrowing.