Novel & Cerita Young Adult Fantasy

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.

A strange expression hits his face, but I can't read it as his image is like Kiarr's where it's a pale, blue color and partially see-through. "What?" "Our magic was amplified with..." There is that look again. "Just say it." "Sex magic." I open my mouth, but no sound comes out. Sure, I'd had sex before but picturing me doing so with a ghost is weird, yet exciting. Not to mention he is a century older than me. Never thought at nearly nineteen that I would add sex with a ghost to my repertoire. And no, I'm not going to say that making out with one-okay, two even at different times-counts as having sex.

Frustration bubbled up within me; apparently, there had been more in that letter than my mother let on. "Hmmm," I said, leaning back. "So, how old is she? If you don't mind my saying, Queen Mage, you look awfully young to have an heir old enough to be married off," he noted. "The Princess is plenty old enough to be married. She goes into this willingly. Fiery, a little temperamental maybe, but willingly nonetheless." I replied with a sigh, maintaining my façade of boredom.

"Don't remind me. I still shudder at the smell of watermelon bubblegum." She thumped a fist on thigh. "Jerk. Now is not the time to discuss how you crushed my childhood dreams." "And what are your adult ones?" he asked, grabbing her pummeling fist and enveloping it in his hand. She stilled. "My fantasy, which I'll admit has recently been upgraded, involves being mated to two wonderful, yet different men, who worship the ground I walk on, and do totally wicked things to my body." "What if I wanted to do nice things?"

She went to he father's old study and sat on the rusty chair while putting on the mini lamp on the table and finally in great anticipation, she opened the book. The first page had a dragon drawn on it and she peered closer to the body, there she found something written on it, *demons*. Her eyes dilated in fascination and with eagerness she began to read the book. It was a story of conflict between the demon and angels clan. A young demon had wanted to become human but he failed to and when an angel had stolen the book of instructions, a war broke out between the clans. It lasted for several years till a powerful wizard came into history and stopped time. He took the book, and had it hid with

I think I felt Vivian suck on the sensitive skin of my neck while I rode my orgasm before I collapsed back against the bed. My breathing was ragged and shaky as I struggled to keep my eyes open as opposed to its wish. “You did so well baby,” my aunty whispered softly, her soft palm roaming my slightly twitching body. “I guess we have a party to return to” Dave voice cut through the silence, the soft sound of movement and the door opening and closing. I lay still staring at the ceiling, Vivian still lying beside me. The reality of what I had just done setting again. I just slept with my Uncle's wife who apparently was my aunty and I loved it!

“And you wanted me to notice.” “Yes.” He hooked his fingers into her thong and dragged it down her thighs, letting it pool at her ankles. Cool air hit her soaked pussy. He groaned softly. “Look at you. Dripping down your legs already.” One thick finger traced her seam, gathering wetness, then pushed inside without warning. She moaned, pushing back. He added a second finger, pumping slow and deep, curling to hit that spot that made her knees buckle. “You’ve been fantasizing about this, haven’t you?” he said against her ear, leaning over her. “About me bending you over my desk and fucking you raw while the campus walks by outside.”

The real threat was Sebas. Matthias grappled with his father. Sebas thrashed, claws raking, teeth snapping inches from Matthias’ throat. Matthias held him down with overwhelming strength, knees pinning the old wolf’s spine, one arm locked around Sebas’ wolf neck while the old man roared, breaking tables, chandeliers, anything within reach. The floor shook with every impact. Then Liliana opened her eyes. She gasped at the sight of her grandfather rampaging, trembling violently. This rampage, happening on her ninth birthday instead of her tenth, with her grandfather instead of her father, was the same nightmare from her last life.

“You are fucking soaked, I haven’t even touched you yet.” My fantasy of getting fucked over his table is now coming to reality, I whimpered as his fingers moved my panties and touched my pussy. He raised my skirt up to my waist with no hesitation, the cold air hit my wet panties making it extremely cold on my pussy. He carried me like I weighed nothing, and set me down on his cold glass desk, he removed my panties and shove my legs apart, wide and open, like a slut. His fingers traced the juice running down my thighs back to my pussy, rubbing my pussy and looking into my eyes. My skin tingled and breath hitched.

"There's also an eighty year old guy in Vermont who can tweak people's unconscious actions a bit. He uses it to get girls to bend over in front of him, or sit with their legs open so he can see their panties. He's in a wheelchair, practically immobile; it's the only way he gets any thrills at all. You, on the other hand, took over my mind, forced me to do something I didn't want to do, and even made me enjoy it." "I'm sorry, I..." "Shut up!" she snapped. "The point is, no one with your experience can do what you did. The last time this kind of thing was possible was back in the Dark Ages." "Huh?" "Back then people used to believe in magic more. They would believe that sorcerers could control