Amazing Fantasy 15 Read Online Novels & Stories

Closing her eyes, conflicting images invaded her mind, sending shivers through her body: The First Fantasy (Yousef’s Touch and Passion): She felt the heavy weight of his body trapping her against the office wall, the heat of his breath on her neck, and the fierce intensity of his kiss that melted her defenses and staked his claim over her. A warm tingle coursed through her limbs. She smiled involuntarily, remembering how his formidable pride broke down under his suffocating jealousy over Amir. She whispered to herself playfully: "He's insane... jealous over a mere look!" The Second Nightmare (Amir’s Threat):

Most of the females were at least partly nude, and each held what appeared to be a labeled star. But when she looked at Vasilisa, she saw a look of confusion on her face as she flipped through the brownish pages. And they soon discovered that the problem was the sorceress couldn't read her own handwriting —and not in a funny way. "Damn it, someone has cast a spell on my book. I can't see anything." Cassandra glanced at one of the tall windows and realized that the sun had risen over the horizon, and a new day had started without her knowing it. She gasped in panic. If her foster family discovered that she had sneaked out, they would hang her upside down by the foot.

Her mind became numb, she went rigid and she clasped Vargauz’s arms tightly. “Hello,” it hissed. “What are you doing here?” Its long, bony fingers moved in the air. “What do you want?” said Vargauz as he brought his hands forward and sparks of magic and purple electricity crackled in between them. Its leathery wings rustled as it lifted off the ground. Amelia’s eyes became wide with fear. Everything that happened in the world of fantasy was happening in her life and that too on this night? “I want that girl,” it said as it gestured at Amelia with its bony fingers. “She belongs to me.”

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I felt my pussy contract at his words, grasping at something that wasn’t there yet I desperately craved. “Just focus on the stars, baby.” he licked up and down my neck while his fingers finally parted my folds, finding my clit. He rubbed the bundle of nerves until I shook. I stared up at the ceiling as shooting stars and comets zipped by. I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky.

The fabric gave way, sliding down her body in a pool of silk that gathered at her feet like a discarded skin. She stood there in the center of the room, bare except for her black lace bra and the matching panties that were already beginning to feel uncomfortably tight. The swell of her breasts moved with every labored breath she took. Damien’s eyes were locked on them, dark and predatory. His tongue darted out to wet his lips as he reached for her, his fingers twitching with the need to touch. "Fuck, Bianca," he growled. His voice was thick, caught in the back of his throat. "You’re so fucking perfect."

Chapter 12: Do you want him to find us that easily Michael was hovering beside one sphere when Julia reached him. Close up the mirroring became transparent and you could see what was going on inside, even if it was a little misty. In this particular case a balding, fat, middle-aged man was surrounded by beautiful, mostly naked Las Vegas showgirls, complete with feathers and heavily exaggerated silicon breasts. Michael shook his head. "I hope I never start having dreams that tacky," he remarked, and then floated off toward another dreamscape.

Deliberately forgot, but that's hardly the point. I grind my pussy against his hardness as he swipes my hair to one side. He buries his face in my exposed neck and takes a long sniff. "You smell like a real-life wet dream." Real-life wet dream? I laugh at my vivid imagination. Tens of women at work drool over Rhys Redmond, but I must be the only one filling up pages with fantasies of things that will never happen. If this doesn’t get me checked into a mental facility, nothing will.

Thumbing through the titles displayed, I discovered classics, bestsellers, and rare editions. I picked a fantasy book from the bestsellers - "A Court of Thorns and Roses" by Sarah J. Maas. I settled into the big couch, my feet tucked under me. An hour passed, and I was completely absorbed in the world of Prythian. Feyre's strength and determination had me hooked. "There you are," a voice startled me. I looked up to find Ethan standing in the doorway. He smiled mischievously. "I looked all over for you," he said.

One triplet tells Nathan. Frederick gets to his feet, not allowing him to continue. “Your Majesty. Wolves are amazing creatures and are very strong. They will have their place in this fight. But Millicent is magically powerful. I’m not even sure. With all the power in this room, we can defeat her.” “Why are you not sure? You’re a seerer, aren’t you?” Nathan asked him curiously. I hear someone sucking in a breath. I assume it’s Anabelle who quickly leaves the room. Merida and Ellie go after her.