Naughty Fairy Tales Vol 1

An eBook By Isabelle Rose.

He ran through the forest wildly, not knowing, not understanding why he was able to see and sense everything that moved within the vast woods. He could hear every rustle of the leaves, and though the owls were miles away, it was as though their every hoot came from somewhere nearby. He roared in anger at his confusion.

Roared?

Where had that horrid sound come from?

Was that me?

All through the night he ran and ran, until he found shelter in an abandoned château far away from where his home used to be.

Trembling, he walked through the gate. He clutched his stomach, almost completely contorted by the sudden pain that gripped him. He walked through the doors and went to stand in front of the fireplace. He stared down at his misshapen hands for a long time. When he finally moved he gazed towards the horizon and watched the last rays of sunlight disappear behind the hills. As soon as it grew dark, sharp needle-like pain ravaged his entire body.

The transformation began. His skin burned as it rippled at a rapid pace, his flesh bubbling and burning off. His shoulders popped and grew wide, and his hands turned into furry claws.

He screamed as he ran through the hallways, trying to escape the pain of his change. With his sharp, new claws, he tore through everything in his path.

He found a mirror hanging on the hallway. Catching sight of his face for the first time, he let out an angry roar that he was sure could be heard throughout the forest and certain parts of a nearby village. Fur covered his once handsome face and sharp, canine-like white teeth took place of the straight ones he once possessed. He pounded the mirror with his fists. Broken glass rained down upon his feet. He looked down and saw a million tiny reflections staring back at him. Reminding him of the horrible monster he had just become.

Many rumors were later spread about how this chateau was haunted by an evil spirit. It frightened all...but one.

Linda lay in the middle of her father’s garden, basking under the gentle rays of the sun. She had received a letter from him last month saying that he would be returning home sometime this week. For three days, Linda had stayed close to the house. She liked being the first one to greet her father after his long trips. She hoped nothing happened to him that would delay his arrival.

Today, she was wearing her yellow garden dress, the only one she owned that didn’t have a high collar. Those collars made her feel restricted, tied down and unable to breathe. She didn’t like them one bit. She didn’t mind getting dirty though. She loved the feel of the moist soil on her back. She also loved looking at the different flowers as they danced softly against the wind. Thus, Linda spent most of her time outside the house, preferably in the garden. She lay on her side and studied the tulips she had planted last year. This was the first time they bloomed. She marveled at the bright reds, deep purples and the happy yellows she saw scattered all around her. She turned her gaze to the sky and entertained herself by looking up at the clouds.

Her sisters had snuck the Foster twins, Anthony and Ben, inside the house again. She could hear Bernadette and Miette letting out whoops of delight and loud giggles. But after a while, the giggling stopped.

Linda frowned. Why had it had grown quiet all of a sudden? What are they up to?

She hoisted up her skirt, clutching both sides of it with her hands and snuck around the house until she was right underneath Bernadette’s window. She dropped her skirt and stood on the tips of her toes until she could see into the room. Involuntarily, she let out a soft gasp. What she saw was an entanglement of bare arms and legs, pulsating in rhythmic motion. Blood surged through her body, making her hot between her thighs. The moaning. The sighing. The gasping. Their blushing bodies.

Her throat was dry like a desert. Her sharp, green eyes absorbed everything, the beautiful carnality of it all. When it was over, Linda squirmed

when she realized she was wet. What surprised her most was how disappointed and unsatisfied she felt, gave evidence by the aching hunger in her belly.

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