Spicy Fantasy Books นิยาย & เรื่องราว

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.

One particularly enormous volume bore nothing more than a single silver eye staring from its cover. Adelaide found herself slowing almost immediately. One shelf held nothing but books scarcely larger than her hand, their cloth covers embroidered with tiny silver stars and embroidered flowers instead of titles. Another overflowed with enormous illustrated volumes whose spines shimmered with crushed gemstones pressed into the leather, dragons and castles catching the lantern light whenever someone walked past. Adelaide frowned, her gaze drifting across the shelves. Unlike the histories, not a single spine here bore the mark of fire. No blackened wood. No stitches holding together what flame ha

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He pushes open a massive oak double door, further down the hall, and we enter his bedroom. Kassian I bring her into my sanctuary. The air is different here: scents of old leather, cedar, cold tobacco, and me. The room is vast, sober, dominated by an immense bed with a dark canopy. The walls are lined with books, a stone fireplace is set into the far wall. The only lights come from discreet oil lamps and the dying embers in the hearth. It's a den. My den. And I have just brought my most precious prey into it.

But fucking spent. “If I’m crazy, then you are insanely mad.” I replied. We stared at each other for a few seconds in silence except for our heavy breathing. “Well, this is one of hundreds of the fantasies in your book.” He said. “Yeah?” I breathed. “What do you say, every weekend, we tick out more of them?” A wicked smile played on his lips. He is married. He is my boss. Anything could happen. I should say no, clean up, and dash out of his office.

Alice said "So Nikki what's you're hobby"..I asked "Texting"...she replied immediately while we stared at her in amazement "Am kidding"...she said and we laughed "I love dancing".. I said "And I singing"...Alice said "Now will you tell us your real hobby?"...I asked "Oh, I love reading"..she said "Oh my gosh".. Alice screamed "You read?"...I asked in shock "Yeah"..I said "well I thought you would be a... "Spoilt brat"... She cut in

I eat until I am stuffed and sleepy then we head over to the library. "Personally, I have been obsessed with the books about witches lately." Dante admits. "They are not as fun to read but as I have had dealings with a witch coven recently I figured it would be best to research them. For fun though, I like to read fantasy books so that I can get lost in a new world."

It is undoubtedly old, and the spine is now gradually falling. "It's my favorite classic romance novel. Although I was looking for a classic fantasy book here, that one attracted my eye." "I'm not a big fan of romance—" She cut me off, "I'm the same way! Fantasy is my favorite genre. But don't worry, because once you read it, you won't have any regrets, and you'll even thank Sierra McCarthy for recommending such a treasure to you!," She exclaimed, winking at me.

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He might kick me out and I would just die. “This is amazing,” I managed to whisper, still breathless at the sight. “You like it?” “Like it?” My amazement hung in my voice, and I spun on my heels to face Dante, who was leaning at the door. “Are you kidding me? I am in love with it. It’s like heaven on earth.” The corner of Dante’s lips twitched. “The best part is that more than half of the books are horror, thriller and paranormal.” “No fricken way!” My jaw dropped, and I held back the girlie squeal that hung in my throat. And I thought this place couldn’t get any better.