Narnia Fanfiction Novels & Stories

She looked for a way out, but Anwen moved quickly to close an open window. Narine looked at Anwen fearfully. “I didn’t mean anything bad to you. I just wanted us to be friends!” Anwen called out to the fairy, but Narine ignored Anwen’s words. The girl was busy flying here and there, looking for a way out. “Hei! Please listen to me! I really just want us to be friends!” Narine still wouldn’t listen. Anwen wanted to persuade the fairy again, but someone knocked on the door. She opened the door, and a maid came with a cake and a drink.

"Why? Don't you want to talk about the man you intended to marry?" "It's not that it's just...I don't feel comfortable talking about him. I'm married now and thinking about him makes me feel like...like I'm cheating on Aslan in my mind." "Would you look at that?" Hanifa clapped her hands enthusiastically. "Najmah Haroun, the star and baby of the Haroun household is now matured." "Seriously Adda, you gotta stop teasing me. You knew it'd happen sooner or later anyway. You remember what I told you before about the deal Aslan and I made?"

Anita asked. Nancy's eyes landed on Conan. The both of them have a deal so he won't mind her using him right?. "Well, she's been telling some maids how close she is to Sir Conan here. It's really.... disturbing. As a maid, she should know her place and not try to get too close to the royal family. But not only has she done her best to please her, she's also been going around telling her friends how close she is to Conan..I can't help but think that maybe....she's dreaming of becoming the baroness one day. Young people are really fearless. They dare to dream of anything and everything" Nancy said.

“Is that true, Nash?” "No, Ate Alyana, I am not! I didn’t even see her pink panty—“ Nash covered his mouth as if he didn’t mean to tell he truth. “You jerk! You literally saw it, you’re a pervert!” The girl approached Nash and suddenly pulled his hair while here I am, laughingly watching the two of them. I feel something else with these two. I think they have a future... just like from what I always see in some of the drama series. ‘The more you hate the more you love.’

I grimaced at this one, fully aware that could lead to his death, except his wolf blood kicks in on time. “Gee, that is homicide.” Narin blinked at me in disbelief. “Just keep the ideas coming.” “Make him bald?” “Hide his clothes after soccer training?” “Put something in his breakfast to make him fart for the rest of the day?” Narin’s eyes gleamed in excitement as she lifted her hands to my face, signaling me to stop. “That is it! That is the one!“ She tapped her fingers together like some supervillain. “I have just the perfect spell for this one and I have been itching to use it.“

’ Nancy looked envious and wailed, “I want a man to peel shrimps for me in the future too!” Jasper said seriously, “What nonsense are you talking about? You're not even of age yet and you're already fantasizing about men?” “Can’t I still fantasize a little even if I’m not of age yet? I won’t be breaking the law by fantasizing about it. Even Nara, who’s so ugly, can dream about marrying a handsome man, so why can't I fantasize about my future ideal husband?” Nancy argued back with dissatisfaction. But as luck would have it, Nara happened to enter the cafeteria at that moment.

Nathan's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with thoughts of how to get the heirloom from her. "What makes you think I want it?" he asked, trying to sound nonchalant. Sarah laughed, a cold, calculating sound that increased Nathan’s rage. "I know all about Lunaria's dreams of becoming the Lycan ruler," she said. "And I know you can help her achieve it. But only if you marry me." Nathan's face twisted into a scowl, but he knew he had to play along. He nodded, trying to look enthusiastic. "Alright, I accept your proposal," he said.

I turned around to look at Cool when I heard an unfamiliar voice talked inside my head. But he just gave me a questioning look. 'What?' he asked with his casual and normal deep voice. Something very different from the soft but cold voice I just heard. That was a freaking woman's voice! Thoughts started running on my mind again but I was taken out of my reverie when Blaze kneeled on the floor and bowed down towards me. "I will dedicate my life and loyalty to you, Fhyra, the fated savior of the whole Narte Fantasia."

His voice cracks, a rare vulnerability slipping through his princely facade. I watch him pace, muscles tense under his half-open doublet, and my heart aches. Shit, I broke him. In the novel, Ardyn’s unflappable, but this? This is off-script. “Ardyn, listen,” I say, standing, my voice, Cillian’s voice, soft but urgent. I grab his arm, feeling the heat of his skin, and my body reacts, a familiar twitch in my cock. Not now, damn it. “I get it sounds insane. But it’s true. I was her....a BL fangirl, devouring Thorns of Desire every night. Now I’m here, in his body, messing everything up.” He stops, searching my eyes, piecing it together like a puzzle.

“To her. To both of us. I don’t know. It’s blurry.” Delilah lets out a bark of laughter. “Okay, great. Now you’re starring in your own fanfiction.” “It’s not funny.” “It’s hilarious. You need a therapist. Or a priest.” “I’ve been reading these books, okay? The kind where the guy is dangerous and obsessive and completely wrong, but the girl still falls for him because he sees all of her. And I keep imagining Professor Montelli with his hand in my hair and his mouth at my throat and—”