Romans & histoires Fantasia

I think I should do matching colors with my little girl. Yeah, you heard right. " Fantasia is pregnant and she has her wedding at the pack's garden with just a few friends and close family. She was glowing and I loved that for her. I was going to be the godmother to her child( don't let Rain know), we've been arguing since we found out about Fantasia's pregnancy about who will be the godmother. I'm everyone's favorite so watch out rain! I continue to glance through before I hear a light whistle, I turn towards the sound and see Finn smiling at me.

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?

She had to be kidding, but there was no sign of playfulness on her face. "See, I told you it was weird" Isabella said. "I'm a freak. I shouldn't have said anything. Now you are going to think that I'm crazy or something like that." Samson shook his head. "No no, Belle. I don't think that at all. It's the last thing on my mind honestly. You are right, the dream is definitely weird, but like you said, I'm sure it will go away soon. You just need some rest"

Said me again excitedly. “You are crazy!” “Hey, I like you. What's your name, Lady?” Ask the other. “My name is Fuschia. What about you guys?” “We are the wandering fairies. We don't have a name.” “Oh. Too bad.” “Hey! You! Who are you? How come you can hear our voices?” “I have no idea. Who do you think I am?” “You are a human whose manna flows smoothly. Are you a wizard?” “I thought magic no longer exists here. So do wizards.”

"No way! This is not happening!" I said to myself while looking at the mirror. Why is the reflection on the mirror different? Her eyes, were glistening purple, sculpted upon her creamy face like dazzling amethyst. Strands of molten gold tumbled out of her scalp, cascading down her back like a waterfall. Lips as red as roses, crystal white teeth, hourglass-shaped body. This girl is the perfect cover for FHM magazine or she could be the next Victoria Secret Angel! Hold on, her appearance is similar to the character design of Valeria Falsen that I drew for Callista's novel.

I teased and saw her face turned red as she glared at me. "Stop it! That's not true, Ignis! You're just ganging up with this Princess---" "Punong baylan is the richest fantasian, Sassy. Richer than the Glaciers and Flamis combined." Ignis said nonchalantly which caused the two of us to gaped at her.

Sorry for not introducing myself earlier on. You can call me “The Diwata”. It’s our local term for a Fairy Enchantress. Try to imagine me as a full-grown woman, but I’m actually a Fairy. So no, I do not look anything like Disney’s Tinkerbell. I will be your storyteller in all the stories in the book. And just like everything you read here, it’s up to you to decide which is real, and which is not…

Naughty-elle. He took out his phone and searched for Naughty-elle on only fans. His eyes widened in shock as he turned to look at her sleeping figure. Gabrielle was a popular anonymous user on only fans with about one point four million subscribers. Her specialty was masturbating and display of sex toys collections. Mouth wide, he turned to her again and her eyes were open.

“My name is Sapphire and I’m here from Fantasies.” The muscles in Felix’s body visibly relaxed. Fantasies was an elite at home prostitute service. Their website allowed for patrons to pick any girl with whatever body specifications, kinks, accents, accessories or outfits the men desired. Fantasies ensured that all of their girls were devoid of STDs and had contraceptives so that men who wanted to enjoy the pleasure of sex without the pressure of condoms could be free to do so.

“Tell her exactly what your ‘project’ is.” Another brutal thrust stole my words. Black cum from our earlier rounds was being fucked out of me in wet, filthy squelches, dripping down my thighs and pooling on the altar beneath us. The entire workshop reeked of sex, ozone, and dark spices. “I’m ah working on a new spell,” I managed, voice trembling. Tears of overwhelming pleasure leaked from the corners of my eyes. “It’s… really fucking intense.” “I’ll say,” Elara muttered. “You sound like you’re in pain. Do you need me to come over?”