Realistic Fantasy Novels & Stories

"Waiting for me? Jessica, do you even believe your own words? What do you take me for, someone you can just summon and dismiss as you please?" Jessica's face flushed, and she looked completely flustered. She began, "Let me explain…" I cut her off. "There's nothing to explain. You and Marcus are married now. What more is there to say? I wish you both a long and happy marriage with many children." She fell silent for a few seconds, as if remembering something. "I've been having dreams lately, where the person I'm marrying is you. You were so gentle and kind. You even stayed in our hometown to take care of our parents."

"We can't lead them to her. Not yet. We need to get lost. We need to go where not even the Watchers tread." His eyes locked onto a fragment within the rift that showed not a place, but a concept—a roiling, chaotic nebula of raw, unformed potential, where colors had no names and physics was a suggestion. "The Unwritten Realms," I whispered, a thrill of terror and awe shooting through me. "Where stories are born and laws go to die," Kairi confirmed, a fierce, reckless grin touching his lips. It was the grin of the man who had once tried to outsmart a god. "They log reality. They can't log what hasn't been decided yet."

My fingers found my clit—already slick, already begging—and the first slow circle made my back arch so hard water sloshed over the edge. “Oh God,” I whispered, even though I knew it was the wrong name to say. I stroked faster. Two fingers sliding over and around my clit while my other hand came up to pinch my nipple the way I imagined he might. The water made everything slippery, louder. I slipped one finger inside myself, then two, curling them the way I’d done every morning for weeks. My hips rocked up to meet my hand. The fantasy took over completely—Father Chris’s voice in my ear, his breath hot against my neck, his fingers replacing mine, thicker, surer, pressing that spot that made sta

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.”

" If he had proposed to her that day, if he had held tightly onto her… Would everything be different now? But now, all of that was nothing more than a fantasy, and an illusion. He knew then, lying on that hospital bed, that he would have nothing but those illusions to keep him company for the rest of his life.

****** Sam's stepfather shares her body with his friends. This story features reluctance and non-consent as well as sex between a stepfather and his daughter. It is rough and hard and deeply unrealistic. This is fiction and only fiction, every fictional character is over eighteen and it should be read as fantasy, entirely unrelated to anything remotely acceptable in the real world. Nothing about this is okay, but it is hot to read fictional characters experiencing it. Enjoy. ******

Beauty, a lady as precious as her name, so beautiful its chokes both the men and females. Who wouldn't want to have the great beauty? No one! But too bad the great beauty is a bit too wild and crazy having the thoughts that no one can make her cum or fulfil her biggest fantasy. Her biggest fantasy..? Gang banging! A whole wild banging with not just one, not two, not three but four or five. Wild, right? But everyone also has their share of secret fantasies they still haven't realised after so long but as for Beauty—She wants it, she goes after it, but the problem she has is…How?

Rei sat at one end, Dante at the other. “Good to see you’re all in good shape,” Rei said, his tone clipped. “I’ll be brief.” Everyone straightened in their chairs. “I have dragged you all into my world. A world of shadows, blood, and secrets,” he said, tone even but eyes cold. “In return, I’ve given you power. The kind most would kill for.” He locked eyes with Dante. “Well, except you,” Rei added, a small smirk ghosting over his lips. Dante didn’t react.

Though he has stopped monitoring the island every moment… The world that was crazed with digitalization had finally learnt to take a break, to talk, to love, to feel, to unplug but how long this change will last only future can tell…. Authors note: I hope you enjoyed reading Fictitious Reality. It often becomes difficult to distinguish between Fiction and Reality. In such times we should not panic. We should use our wit and reasoning to make the right judgement. Do let me know what you think about this book through COMMENTS and REVIEWS.

Caspian remembered what Kyle said to him — "The first thing to take note of when being in a fantasy array isn’t using the scenery as reference." The sunlight above him got brighter and whiter, and it was so dazzling that Caspian could not open his eyes wide. Nevertheless, Caspian was unbothered, and he kept walking forward. If there was a rock in front of him, he would not dodge but directly blast it. The scenery in the fantasy array might be genuine or fake, so sometimes the rock would be real. However, Caspian would not take a detour and just walk forward. Less than half an hour later, Caspian successfully rushed out of the formation.