Sexy Fairy Tales Novels & Stories

I gasped, clutching my chest in mock offense. “What, you mean I’m not beautiful on the outside?” I said, widening my eyes for effect.The room erupted in laughter, Rhea’s giggles the loudest as she swatted my arm. “You know what I mean!” she said, her cheeks pink. “You’re, like, glowing. The baby, the dress, Darius—it’s like you’re living in a fairy tale.”Megan snorted, dabbing gloss on my lips. “Fairy tale? More like a werewolf romance novel.

“Congratulations Hannah Rodriguez, your new name is now Cinderella Mackenzie. Welcome to the world of wealth and riches” TBC

Francis turned around, his gaze locking onto Elina standing there in his white dress shirt, the fabric hanging loosely off her petite frame. The buttons strained just enough to hint at the treasures beneath, barely containing her full, natural D-cup breasts that swelled against the crisp cotton. Her light brown hair cascaded in wild waves over her shoulders, framing her bare face, flushed cheeks, parted lips, eyes sparkling with that mix of innocence and hunger that always unraveled him. She took his breath away, a vision of raw, unfiltered allure in the soft glow of the bedside lamp, the city skyline twinkling through the floor-to-ceiling window behind her like a distant, irrelevant backdro

I mutter, starting the engine… ~ She asks me if she looks ok… really? She looks out of this world. Even the angels would be jealous of her beauty. She is a Diosa. There is something about her that mesmerises me like nothing else. Is she a siren from the sea who can destroy men with one flutter of their lashes? Is she an enchantress who has trapped me in this spell I cannot escape? Is she a temptress that has made me a slave to her allure? She looks beyond stunning. The dress clings to her gorgeous figure, showing off those breasts I fucking love. Her curls are pinned back, a few framing her face. Her pouty lips are shimmering, begging to be kissed.

"I already told you that I am nosey, and I go places I should not go. "Thank you, Sammie. I will take care of Selene. You are my favorite fairy by far. You know it," I say to her. "Oh, Alpha, thank you," Sammie says. She flutters up to my cheek and kissed me right as Laura is coming down to the water. Laura laughs as the little tinks fly past her. "Are you in love with another Fairy?" Laura asks me. I take her into my arms. "You are the only fairy for me," I say to her.

he smirked, looking at me intently with a cheeky smile. My brows slightly crossed. I lifted my chin, daring him to look at me even more. "Drew Mondragon," I muttered under my breath. He never smiled, and his eyes were still glued to mine. "Be tough, Beauty. This is the reality of your dreams. They will offer you something in exchange for sex. Some are vulgar as they want to taste you badly. You've got the body, the beauty, plus your name is Beauty." Drew's jaw tightened, and his eyes turned down, staring at my legs.

“Like… what kind? Praise or Fifty Shades?” He smiled. “Never read either of them. I want someone to please. With pain. With pleasure. Safely. Consensually. Not at your place. Not at mine. Neutral ground. A place called Fantasies.” I licked my lips. He made it sound tempting. I wasn’t that kind of woman. At least I didn't think I was. “That’s a very generous offer, but—”

he murmured in her ear. She looked at his reflection in the mirror. Her eyes wide, her lips parted as she sucked in a breath. He brushed the coils of her hair over her shoulder and out of the way as he zipped up the back of her dress. The thousands of tiny sequins on the dress reminded him of the luminescent scales of a mermaid's fins. With her auburn hair in long beautiful waves, Felicity could have been the tragic heroine in Hans Christian Andersen's tale. What was it about this woman that had him dwelling on fairy-tale fantasies?

he said, lifting it by one corner and showing the cover to me, “is filled with the stories of our people. Every werewolf family has a copy, and all werewolf children grow up hearing the tales.” “So… they’re fairy tales like Cinderella? Or myths like Pandora’s Box?” I asked, taking the book and examining it. It was an old book with a dark green cover, embossed with gold scrolling around the edges and on the binding, with the title “The Goddess’s Tales” right in the center. Despite its age, it was still in wonderful condition, with hardly any deterioration.

They were taken to an open courtyard where a stunning fairy was perched on a golden throne. With porcelain skin and golden eyes, the fairy was dazzlingly beautiful. Even Sienna was having a hard time taking her eyes off her. She heard a sigh coming from her behind. She turned her head to see Dustin gawking at the fairy with heart in his eyes. She then turned to Azriel who also seemed to be admiring the mystical creature. A scowl instantly fell over her face. Her heart burned furiously. She felt the urge to kick him in his guts.