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Completely unaware of how wrong he was. My wolf growled, low and dangerous. "And why do you say, Mr leister? I mean, they could be real. You just can't be so sure. " Oh please "he cracked. " Everyone knows they're just created fantasies, to entertain fictional stories lovers"he added, with a nonchalant enthusiasm.

Until dawn crept through the curtains. Until the package arrived. Until tomorrow became today. And the fantasy The forbidden, addictive, all-consuming fantasy Became forever. Fade out on the snow. On two new passports lying open on the dresser. On two gold bands glinting in the wea k morning light. On her moan soft, satisfied as he whispered against her skin: “The fantasy never has to end.”

Chapter 5: The Ultimate Hunt King Torvald Kane stood at the edge of the legendary Abyss of Titans, the wind howling around him like a lover’s desperate moan as he gazed into the glowing chasm said to house the Titan’s Gift, the single greatest cock in existence, a living embodiment of raw, ancient, virile power. Torvald had claimed warlords, orcs, giants, and mythical guardians, but nothing had ever fully satisfied the endless, burning hunger that consumed him day and night. This was the final hunt. The one that would either break him completely or finally make him whole.

Imagination can provide knowledge, far from reality can provide "What are you finding this time?" Sophia asked her first customer of the day. "Mortal Fantasy Books." "Hmm, as usual, huh?" Sophia grabbed a book at the upper section of the shelf. She handed it to him. "Read this series, written by Lyn Francia." Alkhun looks at the thick book, written in bold italic letters. 'The Tower’s Myth.' "Lyn Francia?" He uttered out of familiarity. "You mean..." "Yes, Lyn Francia is one of the descendants of the Francia Family one of the 5 Elites family." Alkhun flips the cover of the dark red book and saw on the first page.

I fold my legs beneath me, and bring out my phone. A book can keep my awake so I surf the internet. Quickly I see a lot of fantasy books, but I’ve never really gravitated towards those. I don’t know what pushes me though. Maybe I’m just tired of being oblivious or my mother’s thesis, or the strange recurrences, I click on the first book I see and buy it. It takes only a second. I scroll past the forward and settle on the first chapter.

It's all a fantasy. Fable has been my escape. An unhealthy one. A safe pretend world where I could bury myself. Just like how Zee cried after she finished the final Harry Potter book, or how Jamie bases so much of her worth on the fictional version of herself that lives across a thousand Instagram pics, in the comments and likes of a thousand strangers. Just carefully constructed lies to comfort and lull. Dreams.

I ask. Kira doesn’t say a word, so I stop. "Rhys," she begs. "Is it?" I ask again. "Yes," she mumbles. "What else?" I demand. Kira shivers when I trail my fingers down her stomach. She moans my name, the sound of it rushing straight to my cock. I pull her shirt open the rest of the way. "Here’s what’s gonna happen." I kiss her belly. "You are going to read me every one of those fantasies, and I will make them come true." Another kiss, this time much lower. "I will spend the night giving you something real to write about."

I nod in agreement before he leaves to retrieve the crystal. The blue crystal was discovered to possess healing qualities, it can also be used for agricultural needs. The blue crystal speeds up the growth of any living thing. The affected area is very small but potent. If used against broken bones, the bones reattach and grow strong within minutes. Skin can be sealed and grown back. Burns are healed after several sessions and others have reported with the advanced healing of some Hunters that fingers and other smaller limbs can be grown back.

Too many responsibilities. Tea looked up at the scorching sun, squinting to look at the clouds. She listened to the birdsong that charmingly danced against her eardrums. She wiped the sweat off her perspiring forehead then rubbed it on her dirty, muddy vest which covered only her chest. She walked towards the corner of the still dirty floor and left the broom there, already weary from her hard work. The half-finished roof sheltered her from the heat and brought with it a refreshing coolness that satiated her body’s rising temperature. Her bright green eyes fluttered before coming to a stop at the curve of her cheek. And sleep came like a hunter closing on its prey. She dreamed. And when her

If he'd loved her, everything would have been different. Jasmine kept telling herself this, day after day, week after week. She worked hard at her job, avoided meeting Favour in person, held endless one-sided conversations with her goldfish who listened sympathetically to her emotional outpourings and her best attempts at logical reasoning. In this regard, Rhett and Scarlet were her perfect companions. She told herself she was managing okay...until the parcel came. It was a box—a box sent from London—and the sender's name was Collins Templeton.