Short Fantasy Novels Novels & Stories

I hope that you enjoyed the new updated story for spicing up the ranch. I have quite a few other books listed on GoodNovel if you're interested in my style of writing. Some are erotic stories such as the assistant, Swedish sugar, the alpha son needs his match, and keeping it within the family. I also have science fiction romance such as Stardust. We also have quite a few other romance styles both in the past like a timeless love. And in the present such as the dangers of dating.

a fantasy novel written by Worthwhile novels. "I hate you dan for hurting Jessie, she loves you and sacrifices everything for you…men are scum," Jeanne shouted. It was as if she read a true life story, forgetting it was just a fiction of a writer. Xena jumped on the bed, and she stood up hurriedly," What is it?" comes out of Xena's mouth, she was sleeping already, and she thought Jeanne had left for the king's chamber. Seeing the novel in her hand brought out an angry hiss. A hiss broke out of Xena's mouth, and she looked at Jeanne disdainfully.

It felt like invisible handcuffs were holding my wrists above my head and my ankles spread wide apart. Tears streamed down my face, my heart racing at the fact that I was completely trapped. “Guys! Something’s holding me down! Help! Something crazy's going on!!" My friends were still banging on the door, panicking. “Sophia? We’re trying to get in! Just hold on!” A foggy, shadowy figure materialized at the foot of the bed. Tall, dark, with glowing silver eyes. I knew it wasn't human, the shape was all wrong — too fluid with too many limbs shifting in the darkness.

Copyright ©️ 2021. PETILLANT ALBA. All rights are reserved. This is a fantasy novel . All the characters,places ,names and events are all extracted from my imagination. Any resemblance to the real characters,places incidents etc. are coincidental. Since this story is all my creativity so the story will be in consonance with my imaginations. WARNING: It's a dark romantic novel, so there will be mature scenes in it which might be triggering for some of you so read at your own risk.

This chapter is based on my book Alpha Blake, part of my werewolf-fantasy genre. A special request by one of my wonderful readers. Hope you enjoy. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Story of Blake and Selene Landon Selene We arrived at a hotel we were staying in for the next three weeks. It was a grand luxurious hotel. Beautiful inside and out. The lobby was wonderfully decorated with gold and marbled walls and exquisite paintings; there were arrangements of flowers that gave the victorian furniture the perfect touch to the place.

My mind drifted to him—something I often did whenever I had nothing else to focus on. I liked to fantasize about him. It made me feel like I actually had a chance with him, somehow. In my fantasy, he was sitting in his office chair as usual, shirtless, that toned chest of his fully on display. I, on the other hand, walked toward him slowly, biting my lower lip as I unbuttoned my shirt. It slid off my shoulder as I lowered myself onto his lap, right over the hard bulge in his trousers. He let out a soft sound as I began to straddle him.

"But dressed like that? You're definitely going to get hit on." "Exactly. Me, for instance—if I didn't know you, I'd do anything to bend you over." Draven said, casually. "Stop it, Draven." Damon said in a low tone, hitting Draven's shoulder—but I could definitely hear. "She's married, remember?" "So what if I'm married?" I cut in. "It's been a while since I got laid anyway. I wouldn't mind it." "Uhm… Shirley?" Draven said, letting out a low laugh before taking a sip from his alcohol. "Be careful what you wish for, sweetheart."

"Back story" Isla Vance had always been the stronger sister. Her younger sister, Elara, was a beautiful, bright, but delicate soul, struggling since childhood with a rare, degenerative blood disease. Isla, working three jobs and putting her own future on hold, poured every cent and ounce of energy into Elara's care, fighting against hospital bills and worsening diagnoses.

Chapter 1 Elara pov “Ronan, you have no idea how bad I want to just grab you right now,” I said, my voice coming out breathy as I sprawled on the couch next to him, the living room dim from the single lamp we left on. My heart pounded in my chest, that ache between my legs throbbing harder with every word we tossed back and forth tonight. We had been at it for hours, teasing each other with these dirty jokes that started innocent but turned into full on fantasies about what we would do if we ever crossed that line.

One night at Nocturne, where I would be auctioned to the highest bidder, my body the currency to settle the score. I stood outside the towering obsidian building, its facade gleaming under the neon lights like a predator's eyes in the dark. The air was thick with the scent of rain and something muskier, forbidden. My heart raced, a mix of terror and a strange, unwelcome heat pooling low in my belly. I had heard the stories, women entered as debtors and emerged changed, their wills bent to the whims of powerful men. But I had no choice. The alternative was worse, my family ruined, me thrown to the streets.