Crazy Fantasy Novels & Stories

“She is Lanette Glen. Indeed, she is someone from Pompeii Fairyland, and she used to be normal. Besides, her cultivation is powerful, and she is a pivotal bigwig in Pompeii Fairyland. I met her by chance and then went to the Dead Swamp together. You know about that place. In the end, only three people came out alive. She was one of them, but unexpectedly, she went crazy.” The more the Crazy Crone cried, the sadder she became. Her voice was also getting louder. Later, she even activated her cultivation. Chi vibrated, and laws trembled with sand flying and stones hurtling through the air for a moment. “It’s not good!” “She’s so addicted to crying that she’s about to lose control!” This crying

The fantasies grew darker, more daring. “Entry Twenty-Two: I’m at a crowded gallery opening. A black dress, backless, slit to the thigh. A man, a patron, wealthy, older, drops his champagne flute. As I bend to help pick up the shards, his hand slides up the slit of my dress, finding no barrier. His fingers push inside me, right there on the floor, as people mill around us. He whispers, ‘Such a well-mannered cunt, dripping for anyone who looks.’ He fingers me to a quick, violent climax, my body shuddering as I try to gather glass with trembling hands. He helps me up, licks his fingers clean in front of me, and walks away.”

"Wanted me to fuck you like this? Make you mine?" "Yes," Mara cried out, past caring about being quiet. "Yes, god yes" The carpet burned against her knees and palms, but she didn't care. Nothing mattered except the feeling of him inside her, claiming her, taking her exactly the way she'd fantasized about. "You're so wet for me," Adrian groaned. "So ready. Such a good girl, taking everything I give you." The praise combined with the rough treatment pushed her toward another orgasm. She could feel it building, could feel herself climbing higher and higher.

Convinced that the depths of his insanity must have grown as the sound of Chiri’s speech came to him clearer and more genuine than any of his earlier illusions, Cazer gripped at his head as though it might help to steady his thoughts. “You’ve come to haunt me another night?” he replied coldly. Not bothering to look in the direction of the specter his mind had managed to conjure, he heard the phantom move away from the darkness that clung to the walls. The pieces of the broken mirror crumbling coarsely under the sole of her boots, there was a slight crunch as she approached. Trying to seem impartial toward his answer, Chiri inquired mildly, “Should I not?” Cazer still holding on to one side o

Crazy and there are no gaps. Jenny is feeling so crazy! "Let me go..." said Jenny finally. She couldn't bear the treatment Deny gave. Too killing! tmtoo poisonous. So what else will happen after that? See what happens after that. All are not necessarily what people want. *****

From when I had taken Lord Fenrik’s cock into my mouth. “Goddess!” I screamed, as I fully remembered what had occurred under the blistering moonlight. My hand fiercely on my face as I writhed not in shame, but in a wicked delight. A part of me loved it. It had been a long time since anyone had made me explode with an intense oragsm, not even Derek came close. “Maera!” He called this time, his voice ejecting me out of my fantasy. I turned my head reluctantly to his direction, eyes questionable as to why he was pestering my peace.

“Do you wanna hear more fucked up ones where you—you both tease me? Where I bend you over my bike and breed you? Or the one where I find you in the woods and take you?” His voice had a dark edge to it when he whispered the last fantasy, making my dick press against the zipper. I looked at Anna, her pupils dilated as I leaned closer and added to Caleb’s fantasy, “Imagine being scared and alone at night in the woods. No one but us running after you with the promise to fuck you and breed you if you’re caught, and you can do nothing but take it like a good girl. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, angel?” Anna peered at me through her lashes, her neck bobbing as she swallowed. “I…”

If having the best sex with someone who probably my stalker is considered crazy then I want to be crazy . Fuck my ass!"I half screamed.

Do you fancy a son or a daughter? 'One of each would be lovely.' 'Twins?' Jasmine asked. Favour laughed. 'I hope not. Just one at a time but in any order. Boy or girl...it doesn't matter.' Such blissful carefree plans, Jasmine thought. A mountainous wave of envy hit Jasmine and she shrugged to fight through it as her younger sister rattled on about her ideal family. It wasn't Favour's fault that her own life was in such a mess. She seemed to get herself embroiled in one bad choice after another; holding on to Robert when he wasn't worth holding on to, and now Collins...had she no sense of when to let go? Did fantasy have a bigger grip on her than reality?

I now know part of the cause of its fate, and I am beginning to sense that there were souls cursed together with this cruel fortune. “What happened to you?” Marretje asks, looking at me. “I have no idea,” I whisper as shock crawls onto my face. “I saw this… building; golden… white shades—enchanting. It was ethereal until everything dissolved into a dark and crooked place.” I look at the drawing before keeping the paper back on the table. “Honestly, I do not know what I saw. I have had dreams of this place every time and I have never wondered where that is.” I mumble, my eyes flickering from the drawing to the witch.