Novel & Cerita The Tale Review

Tales is now holding a dagger while pointing it on his neck. "You lose."

ARCANE DELIGHTS I slowly close the journal, settle it in my lap and gaze at its black leather-bound cover. I rub its pebbled surface lightly, thinking. Only stories. These are only stories. Fantastical stories. A little more fantastical than I usually prefer, though well-written, by someone with a much greater command of the craft than I yet possess. The vivid characterization, meticulous attention to detail and a surreal sense of place makes me want to believe these stories happened, but I know they couldn’t have, and am ready to dismiss them as nothing more than fiction . . .

[BIG BUTT PLUG: A LESBIAN BDSM STORY - 3] This story deals with themes of hardcore BDSM and humiliation. Skip this story if you can't handle the heat. I gave the leash a sharp tug, my voice firm and commanding. "Go." Tory whimpered, her eyes wide as she scrambled on her hands and knees across the kitchen floor. I watched the sway of her hips, the wag of her tail plug with each crawl forward. She reached the table and paused, panting slightly.

ISABELLE’S POV I flip the page of the book with the help of my left hand. The name of the book which I am currently reading is “The tales of Ash Ville”. It is a nice book and it includes the horror stories of the town. It is a fictional book but I like it and has captured my attention. I found this in the library a few weeks back and I thought to read it. Today I saw it in the books which I had not read so I decided to read this one.

the prince trailed expressively on his words as he poured himself a drink. The prince surely is a work of art that every woman would love to get their hands on despite his cold self. But this is Princess Thalyn, a recluse, she might fall for the prince at first glance and she’d only be used once then discarded. If it’s the other way around, she’d be in dire straits either, the prince is no gentleman. His two friends felt uneasy with his words but asked no more of it.

He whispered to her, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Elika was caught off guard by his actions, her frame beginning to shake uncontrollably; she realised then that her uncle couldn’t be saved, that he was too far gone in his insanity. Chronos had truly won, his son had snapped when his lover was killed, drowning himself in the darkness of the world’s and their was nothing the princess could do to stop it now.

(Flashback) Three years ago In the kingdom of Grellis, there were three realms- The Great Palace, the noble's region, and the commoner's district. Keane was a famous knight among nobles. Aside from his lineage, he has an outstanding talent and looks. He's the adoration of many noblewomen

She gasps in shock, "A foreigner's tale? Please tell Ning'er about it!" I scratch my head, "Er..." The male lead has a strange fetish, where he enjoys inflicting pain on others. The female lead falls for his disputable traits anyways. The relationship was preposterous to begin with! I can't possibly tell her about the fact that I based it on a quite provocative and voluptuous book!

I arrived at the popular bar, Concave Bar, and slipped into one of the stools, waving my hand in the air to signal the bartender. “Anything hot, please,” I ordered. He gave me a quick nod. Different questions swirled in my head, searching for answers but finding none. Just as the bartender returned with a glass of what I had requested, my mother walked in, sitting next to me. “Exactly what she ordered!” she told the bartender. My lips curled up into a smile as I tasted the liquid. I was sure it was ethanol as the burning sensation coursed down my throat. “Is there something you aren't telling me, Alana?” My mother asked, her question a little bit annoying.

I reply, giving Taryn’s mussed hair a few fluffs. She shakes her head, the light locks shifting across her back. “You’re going to blow it,” she informs me. “Oh, come now.” “Instant orgasm? Is that anything like instant coffee?” We look at each other. Her eyes are Bambi-brown and notably enchanting. I get lost in them, in her, in our very unladylike laughter. (We both do a Steve Urkel sort of snort, just one of the many quirks we have in common.)