Off Limits Fantasy Novels & Stories

“I know it sounds crazy, but it’ll solve all my problems. My family’s been on my ass about getting married. If they think I already have a girlfriend, they’ll back off. Come on, Zoey. You’re cool, you’re real, and you don't look like someone after my money. That’s rare as hell. Please?” I stared at him like he had grown two heads. “No,” I said flatly, crossing my arms. “Hell no. I’m not doing that. Find somebody else to play your fake girlfriend, Lincoln.” He didn’t give up. Instead, he leaned in closer with those big, dramatic eyes, trying to look all cute and convincing. “Come on, Zoey. Think about it! You’d get to go to VIP parties, private concerts, travel wherever you want on my jet. Wh

Members only. I know what club he's talking about. I've heard whispers—Callum's teammates, late-night conversations I wasn't supposed to overhear. A place called Lux. Underground. Invite-only. The kind of place where NFL players go to disappear for a night, where everything is off the record and nothing leaves the building. And Caleb is taking some other girl there tonight.

So I do what I always do: work. I open the deck. “We’re still bleeding users after day three. The ‘off the clock’ feature isn’t sticky enough. We need a social hook.” He’s behind me now. I can feel him reading over my shoulder. He doesn’t ask permission. Dominic doesn’t ask permission to exist in a room. “What if we make it competitive?” I murmur, mostly to myself. “Leaderboards for who logged off earliest. ‘Meridian Time Champions.’ People love winning, even if the prize is just… peace.”

“Okay, real talk. There’s an infinity pool that literally looks like it drops into the ocean. And the spa? Dad, you promised me unlimited treatments.” Alexander chuckled, settling into the seat across from the girls. His long legs stretched out, brushing accidentally against Mia’s knee. She felt the contact like a spark. “I promised you both unlimited treatments,” he corrected, his voice smooth and authoritative. “But if either of you comes back with temporary tattoos or regrettable piercings, I’m blaming Mia.” Mia grinned, leaning forward slightly. “Why am I automatically the bad influence?” “Because you usually are,” Lily and Alexander said at the same time, then laughed.

Cole asked, his eyes gleaming in excitement. “Even better.” Pat responded. “We'll be hosting an Olympic show here on the playbook. Five events across five days, points accumulate across every round and at the end of the week—" she paused, intentionally building up suspense. "—the winning couple walks away with full immunity from the next elimination."She paused again. "And a private dinner off campus." The room erupted into chaos, everybody stating opinions the way they did after everything announcement. I hadn't slept particularly well. Kyrian hadn't come back to the room until well past midnight and when he did he didn't utter a word until we both slept off.

"He didn't get the disqualification he wanted from the fitness test, which means he’s going to target the sponsor blocks next. If he can prove to the national selectors that our... that this partnership is a liability to the sport's traditional image—" "Let him try," Jaxson growled, his eyes snapping down to lock onto Liam’s with a sudden, volatile gold flare. His grip on the back of Liam’s neck tightened, pulling the skater up until their lips were barely an inch apart. "He wants to talk about traditional images? The league hasn't seen a rating spike like yesterday's in over a decade. The network executives don't care about tradition, Vance. They care about the ledger. And right now, we are

the man said with a mocking grin. "I'll give you one chance." My voice came out colder than ice. "Leave." He laughed. "I'm afraid we can't." His gaze shifted to Elissa, who had fainted a second ago. "Our Alpha has waited eighteen years for her." “ We can't leave without her." I stepped in front of Elissa, shielding her unconscious body with my own. "No one touches her." The leader sighed dramatically. "That's unfortunate." He cracked his neck. "Kill him." He ordered.

Jason told me as he shrugged his school bag on. "Bye playlist hater." Jason then came around to hug me lightly and peck my blushing cheek before leaving. Well, one of the unwritten laws in our friendship, was hugging each other whenever we meet and before leaving each others presence. It was like a thing now, our thing. Yeah we are cute I know. Now that he was gone, I was alone at home as usual, I was used to loneliness by now, my companion. So about my OTG playlist... OTG stands for Off The Grid.

“The auction begins in twenty minutes. Submissives volunteer. Bidders win one night—whatever they desire, within negotiated limits. Safe word enforced. Everything recorded for security. No names required.” She leaned closer. “You’d fetch a high price.” Lila’s breath caught. She should leave. She stayed. Twenty minutes later, the lights dimmed. A spotlight hit the stage. The auctioneer—a tall, androgynous figure in a tailored tux—stepped forward. “Lot One,” they announced smoothly. “A delicious newcomer. Virgin to our stage. Limits: no blood, no permanent marks, no scat. Everything else… negotiable.” Lila’s heart slammed against her ribs.

Hell. He stood there, arm resting on the fridge door, sweat-damp shirt clinging to a chest that could not possibly be legal. Black curly hair, the kind that looked soft but wild, like he never tried to tame it. Pale skin that made the dark tattoos curling up his arm stand out even more. Ink trailing along his left forearm, disappearing under the sleeve of his black shirt. And he was, oh my God.....TALL. Tall enough that I had to tilt my chin up just to see his face properly.