Matt's Fantasy Book Reviews Novels & Stories

Dave's parents welcomed us happily, I have never met people as nice as they are, now I know where fave got his sm. What the hell is wrong with me I noticed Nikki was avoiding me and Alice and I intend on knowing why after I unpack. We were shown to our rooms and I was surprised when I opened mine and saw the mist breathtaking, awesome time ever. "Everything is blue"I said happily and snuggled Kate "How is it possible, are they mind readers" I asked Kate "I told my mum and dad about your objection with blue colour and they decided this..." I heard Dave at behind me I turned and admired him again, he wasn't wearing his jacket just a black shirt with his hands tucked in his pocket.

I said and he nodded as he took the books and I just stood there my mind clouded with thoughts. Things weren't adding up. How come Raven suddenly found a room in my own chambers I never knew existed? And then she comes out with another Book of Alphas, one that is making me question everything I've ever known. I sighed in frustration as I started pacing the room. What kind of game was fate playing with me? “Your Majesty? Take a look at this," Matteo suddenly said as he dropped the books back on my table and my eyes narrowed at him. “What is it?" I asked and he pointed to a name.

That alone told me that this was more important than I thought and I could not wait to hear whatever it was. "I got some news on Matt," he said with a low voice. Matt. As much as Matt and had similar characters, I did not like him that much because he was nothing but a Wanna Be, a guy who thought he could play in the big leagues because he was making a little money on his own but he was never a real threat to me because I knew him well and I knew his type.

It was because the alternative was ridiculous. "Werewolves?" "Yes." "The ones from movies?" "They're not entirely accurate." I shook my head, still smiling in disbelief. "So this..." I gestured around the office. "...this whole thing is an elaborate prank?" "It isn't." "You actually expect me to believe that werewolves exist?" "I expect you to listen." I laughed again. "I'm sorry, Damien, but that's insane." His expression didn't change. "I know how it sounds." "No, I don't think you do."

Matt's hand remained in mine, our fingers intertwined, sending sparks of electricity through my body. As we walked, he would occasionally stop, drawn to a particular title or cover. He would pull a book off the shelf, his eyes scanning the blurb before handing it to me, a silent request for my opinion. I would nod or shake my head, and he would either add it to the growing pile with me or return it to its place. We explored the fantasy section, Matt's eyes shining with excitement as he devoured the titles. He pulled out a beautifully illustrated edition of “Life's journey through the dark”, his fingers tracing the intricate designs on the cover.

***Naomi's POV*** -"Huh, nothing." Matt throws the book he was holding across the table. His eyebrows were frowned together, showing his growing frustration. He walks back to the Library's encyclopedia section, browsing through the nearby shelves. -"The pack's Library is enormous. I am sure we will find some answers. We just need to be patient." I say as I stroll through the book I am holding. Matt wasn't the only one running out of patience. Truth be told, mine was nearing its end as well.

Yet another fantasy Prologue Legora, the largest capital city in the world. Once one of nine, now there are four. We had lost five cities in the great calamity. Creatures from god knows where poured in from a tear in the earth. A dimensional tear in space and time the men of science called it, but really who the fuck knows? All I know is they were bigger, stronger, looked nothing like us and they outnumbered us hundred to one.

Deliberately forgot, but that's hardly the point. I grind my pussy against his hardness as he swipes my hair to one side. He buries his face in my exposed neck and takes a long sniff. "You smell like a real-life wet dream." Real-life wet dream? I laugh at my vivid imagination. Tens of women at work drool over Rhys Redmond, but I must be the only one filling up pages with fantasies of things that will never happen. If this doesn’t get me checked into a mental facility, nothing will.

Until dawn crept through the curtains. Until the package arrived. Until tomorrow became today. And the fantasy The forbidden, addictive, all-consuming fantasy Became forever. Fade out on the snow. On two new passports lying open on the dresser. On two gold bands glinting in the wea k morning light. On her moan soft, satisfied as he whispered against her skin: “The fantasy never has to end.”

“Mate, did you hear that? Did a freaking tree branch just drop or what?” Alpha Matthew took a quick peek out the window and was like, “Meh, whatever.” “What’s up? Is there something going on out there?” I asked. “It’s probably nothing. Maybe it’s just some prankster or Theophile looking for something up in the tree,” Alpha Matthew replied. “Ready to take a dip?” “I’ll catch up with you later. I’m still keen on finishing this book.” Alpha Matthew exclaimed, showing me a book with a black and gold cover.