Spicy Standalone Fantasy Books นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

There was Fenrik, his golden eyes blazing with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine, but also a weariness that hadn't been present moments ago. He stood beside someone I didn't recognize, a tall, cloaked figure whose face was obscured by shadow. I saw myself too, in various forms—sometimes wielding a sword with unexpected grace, sometimes cloaked in dark, flowing robes, a crown of thorns resting on my head. In one vision, I stood on a precipice overlooking a vast, shimmering city, flames licking at the horizon. In another, I held a small, glowing orb in my hands, its light pulsing in rhythm with my own accelerated heartbeat.

You do not need to reread or finish Book One in order to understand what happens here. This second book is a full standalone. The characters are new, the setting is new, the conflict is new, and the heat is deliberately pushed further than anything that appeared in the first book. You can open this novel cold and never feel lost. The only thing that connects the two books is the same filthy, forbidden energy that made the first one so addictive, only this time it is rawer, darker, and far more relentless. This story belongs to Vespera Quill, twenty-two years old, the overlooked daughter of a man who has spent years trying to destroy his greatest rival.

After a particularly brutal altercation, Mandy disappeared with the daughter they had claimed, leaving him utterly alone. When I traveled to Coast City for a major race, I unexpectedly witnessed this absurd finale in a secluded area outside the hotel. Thomas was struggling with a stranger, gripping the man’s collar, eyes wide with rage. “You liar! You said you’d help me find work… Is this what you meant? Serving old men?!” The man shoved him away, straightened his clothes, and sneered. “What else? Other than this face and body, you’ve got nothing else to sell.” Shame and anger swallowed Thomas’s reason instantly.

It was because the storage bag was filled with over a hundred unsavory picture books. Caspian froze. Apart from The Pure Lady Cultivator, there were also The Youth Cultivator Hank, The Exquisite Sisters, and My Fox Spirit Companion. One could tell from all these titles what type of books they were. Caspian emptied the bag and retrieved the spirit stones, a couple of potions, and pills before tossing all those books to one side without sparing them another glance. Maya did not know what the skinny cultivator used to do, so she was curious when she saw Caspian tossing aside all those books. She walked over and flipped through a couple of them. A second later, she walked back blushing furiously

This' where the meeting would be held. The small library at the wall is stocked with a few interesting books to use and pass some time. I pick up a book that attracts my attention, from a glimpse of it, I detect that it's a romance fantasy. The gold and red combination of the cover with the stylish golden fonts captivates me, the front has a young girl holding on her palms what looks like a magical spindle, with a glowing light around it. The title goes, "When you're alone." A subscript writes, "A supermodel story of the girl who single handedly achieves the most difficult goals."

monstrous, ready and waiting for me to give myself to him. I turned my head away, unable to keep contact with his searing gaze, and licked my lips. This should’ve been illegal—him staring at me like I was the last person on earth or a grand feast he’d been waiting for. Warmth spread across my back as he moved behind me. He was a predator whose steps were quick and unpredictable, and I was the prey caught in the titanic battle. My throat dried and goosebumps rinsed my body. A part of me wanted to see his face, be able to read him, but I couldn’t look. Before I could step out of his way, he clutched the granite edges of the island, caging me between his hands.

At least, for now, I want to pretend everything is still alright. I step out of the kitchen and through the corridor to the living room. "Would you like any snacks with—" I gasp halfway through my question, nearly dropping the tray. Rhys is holding a familiar book in his hand. I instantly know what it is, but I stubbornly hope he didn’t read it. That thought flies out the window when he opens his mouth. "You have quite the imagination, Kira Davidson."

I caressed his hard jaw to his soft lips. “Do you remember your fantasies? That you would fuck me here in our tent… your cock pressed inside me as I begged you to fuck me roughlessly… and you would kiss me the way I wanted to be kissed… pleasure me the way you know how to do it… your cum would all be inside my pussy. Isn’t that what you want to do with me in the first place? You would fuck me nonstop in the night until my cunt becomes sore and the first thing you do in the morning is to eat me. So let’s do it, Hendrix. Let us do what your fantasies were all about.” When he opened his eyes, they were even darker that I thought I was looking in some shadow. He gripped my clit that I wasn’t abl

she murmured. That made my spine tighten. I followed her gaze to the book. It didn’t belong. The others were worn, faded, labeled in neat script. This one was darker, the leather cracked and uneven, its spine completely blank. No dust or markings. “Okay,” I said, keeping my tone light even as my instincts screamed. “Let’s not touch the creepy, unlabeled object in the ancient magic library” She swallowed. “It feels like it already touched me” I took another step forward. “Lyra, seriously…” I shuddered in goosebumps.