Fanny Story Novels & Stories

“I’ve never cheated on him. I don’t even know this man he keeps talking about. He never told me a name, never showed me a picture. Nothing.” Fanny’s eyes glisten too and she pulls me into a hug, and I break down and sob quietly on her shoulder. She rubs my back the way she used to when I’d get overwhelmed at gallery openings. When I finally pull back, wiping my face, I manage a watery smile. “It’s over now. I’m . . . prepared to move on.” “I don’t like Jodie,” Fanny says abruptly. I smile. “You’re going to have to.”

'' asked Fanny, she still asked gently even though her heart was starting to get annoyed because the two young men in front of her were just silent and even glanced at each other in response. ''Ta-ke... your... clo-thes... off!'' shouted Fanny dictating while demonstrating with her hands as if she was undressing. Hans was the first to respond to Fanny's words and movements, even after Fanny repeated them three times. ''Do you want us to take off our clothes?'' asked Hans while showing her his clothes. ''Yes... Yes... That!... take off your clothes!'' cried Fanny happily. She was happy because, according to her, Hans seemed to understand what she meant.

I rolled over and grabbed my journal from the floor. I told myself I was going to write about what happened today. About how Lane saw through me. About how it made me feel exposed, vulnerable, disgusting. But that’s not what came out. Instead, I wrote a story. A scene. A fantasy. I didn’t even realize what I was doing until I was already halfway through describing how he stood up from his chair in his office , walked right straight to me, and pinned me to the wall. His mouth found mine like he couldn’t hold back anymore. His hands undressed me with a quiet kind of urgency, as he plunges his dick into my pussy.

She wouldn't be in a rush to get pregnant and have a child. Seeing him walk away, Fanny immediately turned around. She glanced at Yvonne, her eyes languid like a cat. Then, she threw herself onto the sofa with a casual kick, sending her slippers flying a considerable distance, even brushing against Yvonne's cheek. Yvonne's expression instantly turned unsightly. "Madam..." Fanny immediately covered her ears with the sofa cushion. "I'm not listening. I'm not listening!" Yvonne's face became increasingly unpleasant.

"How was your day?" Fanny enters the room with a wide smile while Spring gathers her papers to finish within two hours. The splitting headache makes her feel nauseous. But she can't do anything if she wants to get rid of this life. " He didn't even look at me once. As if I didn't exist in his world!" She grunts as she replies. " Don't worry about it! It's just the beginning. I have news to share. It can be good or bad. But we can use it for our benefit!" Fanny smirks, sparkling some white substance in their drinks and hands it over Spring.

“Y-you...” Cynthia’s face turned bright red from Lucius’s words. After struggling to find a response, she couldn’t utter a single word and, in frustration, gave Fanny a fierce glare. Fanny had embarrassed her completely today. Fanny awkwardly covered her sleeve and stammered in an attempt to cover up, “My clothes are pure cashmere. They pill easily, not because they’re poor quality...” “Shut up!” Cynthia was mortified, feeling she might as well kneel before Fanny’s ignorance. Bringing Fanny today was an incredibly foolish decision.

Annabel pursed her pale lips and said, “I…I had a craving, so I had some ice cream.” “No way!” snapped Fanny angrily. “Ms. Annabel, how can you be so kind? Ms. Charmine is obviously going against you, yet you spoke up for her? I served you all night. After dinner, you only drank the sea-cucumber soup given to you by Ms. Charmine. You didn’t have ice cream!” Fanny then swore, “If I lied, I’ll be struck by lightning!” With that oath, Annabel pursed her lips helplessly as if she had to agree.

I left the sealed research institute to attend my daughter's graduation, only to stumble upon a scene that froze my blood—my husband's nanny humiliating my daughter in front of everyone. She sneered and declared, "Austin Grant rules over Bexley City." I smiled. "Well, I think that's about to change." … What I couldn't understand was how, during all the years I'd been gone, Austin could let something like this happen. How could he allow a mere nanny to bully my precious daughter?

he laughed, then went to knock on the bedroom door. I couldn’t blame him for that last statement to be honest, because my face was still red from laughter because of one of the stories of his childhood that he had just shared. It was one where he had begged his parents to go to a fair when he was about eight years old. He was so excited when he got there that he started eating all things sugar and eventually had a sugar rush. He later got on a Ferris wheel while still high from the sugar rush and attempted to jump off the wheel because he thought he was Superman. Of course, he couldn’t fly, so when he attempted to, his nanny at that time held him back, which caused his pants to go low, expos

A woman must live here, but where is she? I move to the wardrobe. It’s full of luxury-brand clothes, all in small sizes but none for children. The absence of dresses and skirts makes me wonder if the woman who lives here is ashamed of her legs. A sudden sense of urgency fills me, and I decide to leave before I’m caught. But then I notice a thick, pink book. It’s a diary. The name on the front cover shocks me: "Scarlet."