Step Fantasy Novels & Stories

My heart was beating wildly in my chest, but I was a better actor than I thought. "What do you read?" "Um," I frowned, thinking quickly. "I'm in the mid-dle of a book called Christine right now. I circle different authors, and when I find ones I like, I go through the backlist, but not all at once, and I'm back on Stephen King for now. After that one, I'll read Carrie and The Shining, then find something else to read."

"When I saw you, I thought to myself, 'She and I are going to be good friends.’” "We are?" Emily looked genuinely puzzled. Steph gently placed her hand on Emily's shoulder, making a conscious effort to conceal any signs of repulsion that she felt. "Absolutely! We have so much in common, you and I." "We do?" Emily responded, still uncertain. "Mhm... for example, I can tell that you are deeply in love with your master, and I am equally in love with my Prince," Steph said, her eyes revealing her longing. "Unfortunately, there seems to be one irritating problem standing in the way of what we both desire."

I'm just happy that people seem happy for us and I will always hold for this happiness. Fate brought us together unexpectedly. Fate played us bitterly. Fate has tested us endlessly. Fate has made us sacrificed separately, and fate brought us misery. But who would have thought that fate would bring us back together again? Maybe, that's how playful our fate is. That despite the challenges we experienced, here we are, still holding each other's hand, living with the love we have for each other. Axis and I started with the fake fiance and fiancee set-up, but things are different now. Things turned into reality now and I'm so happy that finally, Axis and I will be together and we'll work things o

It's all a fantasy. Fable has been my escape. An unhealthy one. A safe pretend world where I could bury myself. Just like how Zee cried after she finished the final Harry Potter book, or how Jamie bases so much of her worth on the fictional version of herself that lives across a thousand Instagram pics, in the comments and likes of a thousand strangers. Just carefully constructed lies to comfort and lull. Dreams.

Everything about this was terrifying. A car honked outside and I snapped the book shut, tucking it under my arm. I grabbed my case and began making my way down the stairs. The months to come were unpredictable. I was being forced into being Ben's girlfriend, I knew Dante was nowhere near ready to give up, we were all competing for a title in competition with high death risk, and there was something much, much bigger going on. Not to mention my prophecy, I had no idea what being the lady of life meant. I was hoping to ignore that detail.

~JADE~ I have the perfect plan. Really. Step one: take my suitcase and leave—but it’s going to slow me down, so no. Leave without the suitcase. Step two: Leave the phone so the GPS doesn't turn me into a tracked animal. Step three: Walk until the smell of sea salt and Zayn Hemsworth is out of my lungs. I spend all night wondering why I’m going insane over him—why a man I barely know is making me question my morals. I can’t rest. I wake before the sun, only to realize that my midnight plans no longer make any sense.

Carter expressed with a genuine grace. Stephie paused, and she emptied the last drops of water in her cup. Carter watched her carefully. The young girl stared at the tabletop, wringing her fingers together beneath the table. All this was simply too good to be true, and if there's one thing Stephie learned was that no favor was truly ever a "favor". There was always a catch. "I'm sorry, you look like a nice guy, or at least this charade you're putting on is pretty convincing, but not for me." Stephie determined.

Chapter 227. “That bitch!” Stephanie groaned, smashing a glass cup into the wall and watching it crumble into broken fragments. Her fist tightened, nails digging into her palm—it could draw blood. Her breath came out in sharp bursts, rage boiling beneath her skin. Her chest heaved as if trying to push back the fury that clawed inside. That accident was her chance to get to Drystan! It was her chance to become close to him. Drystan’s uncle sat some inches away. The dim light of the chandelier cast a warm glow against his wicked features. Shadows kissed the corners of his eyes, making the anger in them burn hotter.

After a few minutes of flicking through pages Cam smiles and closes the book with a soft thud. “Okay, so it looks like it’s probably a spin off version of a basic stealth spell. Instead of hiding a person’s presence WHILE they’re at a place, it hides it afterwards.” She explains. Pride and satisfaction in her voice for finding the correct spell. “Is there anything about it that we could use to find the caster?” Bellamy prompts. Cam considers and her face falls a little.