Off Limits Fantasy Novels & Stories

Five days after I saved my girlfriend from an unhinged, violent patient, the wound on my arm tore open and got infected again. I wanted her to drive me to the hospital, but she spared me a glance before refusing, citing the need to avoid her being seen treating family. Left with no choice, I took a cab to the hospital by myself. Dizzy and weak from a burning fever, I lost my footing and tumbled down the stairs, injuring my foot in the fall. At that exact moment, my supposedly busy girlfriend, Stella Sloan, was gently supporting her young male intern and passing right by me to cut in line for emergency treatment. A nearby nurse quickly tried to smooth things over for her. “Dr. Sloan takes

“Sean plays defense, Coach.” “He does.” He answered. “Then why move him?” I demanded, with an irritated tone. He finally lifted his head. “Because I want to.” I shook my head in disbelief. “Our formation works because everyone knows their role,” I said. “Ryan, Tyler and I have spent months building sync up front.” “And now Sean gets to be part of that which will mess up our game .” I clenched my jaw.“He's never even played well with our offensive formation.” He shut the folder. "Then teach him."

“Only if he stops writing his number in hearts. That’s a red flag.” Elias sat a respectful distance away with Marcus and Tyler, but his knee brushed mine when he reached for a napkin. The contact was brief, innocent to anyone watching, but it sent electricity straight through me. His fingers grazed the back of my hand as he passed the napkin. Clingy. Needy. Like even in a crowd he couldn’t stand not touching me. Tyler noticed nothing. He was too busy teasing Elias. “Mr. Carter, you’re basically the town handyman at this point. That custom deck you built for the mayor last year is still the best selfie spot in Willow Creek. You ever think about going full contractor instead of architecture?”

But I love them. "Matt!!! Oh my gosh!! Bitch, why? Just why did you keep all of this from us?" France belted and I inhaled deeply to face them with all of it. "It's confidential, okay? We signed a contract from Miss Higgs for that. So, I just did what I need to. And, this gf/gf thingy? It just happened now. And, I, myself, still can not even believe it! Like, I thought I was just dreaming earlier... And, now, too." I let out and they both wore their unpleasant dreamy faces. And, I really want to poke their eyes right now.

I hung up. The thing was — and I would take this to my grave — I'd started dreading my injury getting better. Which was insane, because football was my life. Football was my future. I had three scouts from two different leagues who had personally messaged Coach Miller about my draft potential. My entire post-university plan lived inside a lacrosse stick. But lately, when I lay in bed running through hypotheticals, the one that kept surfacing wasn't "what if I never play again." It was "what if Kelsey's mom recovers and they leave and everything goes back to normal and I never figure out what this feeling is."

Blurb Sabrina Daniels has spent years quietly pining for her older brother’s closest friend—the star forward and team captain, Ronan Dickson. When her parents leave the country for several months, she’s more than happy to move into the house her brother shares with Ronan… until the night she finally confesses how she feels and he turns her down. Shattered and embarrassed, Sabrina does her best to stay out of his way. But living under the same roof—and the undeniable pull that still crackles between them—makes distance almost impossible. Ronan may have rejected her, yet he never pulls away when she tests the boundary again. What begins as stolen, secret kisses quickly deepens into

The sender was anonymous, the subject line stark: "The complete picture emerges." The attachment was a series of financial records spanning several years. Payments made from Damien’s accounts to an offshore entity linked to Lila, dated both before and after their reunion. The amounts were substantial, labeled as “discretionary support” in internal memos. The final record showed a recent transfer, made just weeks before their wedding, with a note: *Ensure continued silence regarding the child.* Elena’s breath caught sharply, her vision narrowing as the implications settled over her like a heavy cloak. The payments suggested ongoing involvement, a deliberate choice to maintain distance while b

I had no clue what any of this meant besides the ridiculous amount of money they are offering and that it was a five-year contract. My agent asked for a few minutes with me, and they got up and left. He turned to me, "Colt, this is a good contract. There is one thing that you need to be aware of. They have first opportunity at promotional deals. Meaning if they want you to do something to promote the team you have to. They added a hefty amount to do so, but it also means that you might have to turn down other deals if it conflicts with other offers you get." "I don't care about that. I just want to play ball."

I truly wanted to get on top of him to find out what it was like, but since he was Yvonne's boyfriend, I kept those desires strictly to my fantasies. I was consumed by a burning, restless craving. I gave in and fantasized about Clyde's vitality and size that night and slipped my hand down my pants to satisfy the urge. It was then that Yvonne suddenly showed up at my place, forcing me to pull my hand away quickly. I had just been picturing Clyde spreading my legs, and then there she was. It was almost as if she could read my thoughts. "Clyde is way too big! He made me swollen and sore down there!" Yvonne exclaimed, sobbing.

"I think I should leave, this isn't really the place. But I have to say, Mr. Drake, your fiancée loves you deeply. She was calling my friend from her hospital bed just to check on your business. She really doesn't take anything about you, or your business, lightly. That's what real love looks like, I think. Excuse me." I started to step out when Charlotte grabbed my hand. My heart jumped as I turned to face her. "Thank you for explaining everything," she said sweetly, "but you don't have to. He gets irritated when people bring up his personal life. I'll call you later about the rest of the plan." Drake cleared his throat. "Charlotte, you know you're supposed to run things by me first." "I kn