Fun Stories Novels & Stories

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

Jace could feel the magic of the moment enveloping them. “Who wants to start our first campfire story?” Jace asked, his heart racing with excitement. “I will!” Mia volunteered, her voice bright. She began to weave a tale about a brave knight who ventured into a dark forest, guided only by the whispers of ancient spirits. The group listened intently, captivated by her imaginative storytelling. As the night wore on, each friend took turns sharing stories—some thrilling, some funny, and some filled with lessons learned. Jace felt a sense of belonging as they laughed and shared their dreams under the vast expanse of stars.

“I have a book I think you might enjoy." "What is it about?" I asked him curiously. "Most servants can't read. I usually read for them." "It's a book of short stories. Most are fairy tales- Half-fish people want to be full people. A princess trying to beat her pre-destined fate. Children who are abandoned in the woods try to find their way home. There are several stories within the book." "Sounds interesting," I replied, watching Bart rejoin us. I got up quickly to help him with the trays.

“Better than those dirty stories you write in your diary?” I winked at her and saw the coldness in her countenance. “I only write, I have never really experienced them.” “What do you write about then? Your fantasies?” “Even better…I write about how I fanstasize other people having sex.” I was dumbfounded. “Oh my goodness, that is the horniest thing I have ever heard.”

“Can we do stuffs that you like? Only in a more subtle way. Me being a beginner and all.” He caressed her hair. “What if you don't like what I like?” “I'm willing to explore.” Gabriel had to smile up at the ceiling. “You said Fola told you about my kinks.” “Yeah.” “So what exactly did that talkative tell you?” “Nothing much. How did he find out?” Gabriel shrugged. “Who knows? Besides, I don't really hide stuffs.” Her voice was shy and tiny as she asked, “Is it like BDSM? I've always wondered what it was like.”

Fabian followed right after, burying himself to the hilt and groaning her name as he came hard, filling her with hot spurts. They stayed locked together, breathing heavily. He rested his forehead against hers, eyes closed. For a moment, the walls seemed to crack. “I was captured behind enemy lines,” he whispered. “Tortured for months. Escaped. But it’s not over. They’re still out there.”

Ch-1 --------------------- [Warning: this story is in the 'incest' category. As a result, the mother and son in this tale might have a relationship which you might find unsettling. At the end, when they kiss each other goodnight, neither of them has to go to another bedroom. The father already sleeps there.]

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At first, I found it funny—how could a grown adult get stuck under a bed? But after gently trying to move, I found that the more I struggled, the tighter I was stuck. My arm was pressed under my body, and I could not use any strength at all. I immediately took out my phone and called Shen Zeyan, but he was in an important high-level project meeting. The call was hung up, and he only sent a short message: In a meeting. Contact you later.

Mia's POV: I never imagined I'd fuck my best friend's brother. Okay, wait—that's a lie. Maybe I'd fantasized about it a few times, but I never actually intended to go through with it. At least, not until tonight. I hadn't meant to stay awake. I was thirsty—parched, really—and honestly, I wanted to just tough it out till morning. But the dryness in my throat wouldn't let me.