Fantasy Aus Mga Nobela at Kwento

Tell me your darkest fantasies. "What! I'm not admitting to shit." "Come on, tell me," he urged, laughing. Axton's laughter was one of the most beautiful I'd ever heard because it was light and a sharp contrast to his baritone voice. "Okay, let me tell you mine," he continued. "When I was a young, horny bastard, my biggest fantasy was getting a massage from three-breasted women and they only massaged me with their boobs." I doubled over and whizzed with laughter, falling off the bed. Axton cackled and lifted me, wrapping himself around me.

Sir Brak is telling me how Master Xaulfur decided to live there since his bloodthirsty, possessed nature will not let him mingle with other humans. “And does it help; the seclusion?” I ask as Sir Brak opens the front door to usher me. Katelyn once made me picture Japanese buildings to be low and thatched, but with my eyes, I could see that the demon lunatic adopted Australian-styled buildings—not what I expected to see. “Seclusion does little or nothing; once in a while Xaulfur bursts out of his den and attacks. Thankfully, we have the witch, Marretje, to keep him in check.”

I called the agents. "No!" Sheena shouted. I could hear the noise of the cell in her place. I even looked at David's friend just watching our argument. "You're a shame, hijo..." I said, and the agent approached me when he noticed that I couldn't walk straight as if I lost my balance when I released all the resentment I had in my heart. I have come out of the dungeon that is under the big castle in Australia. Here they put the creatures who are not ordinary people who are still not open to the thoughts of those who live in Australia that there are people like them living in their country.

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 � ��𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲.

“Alright, fine. Cards on the table. The real team building starts now. We’ve got these hot toddies, spiked just enough to loosen tongues. No judgments, no HR bullshit. We’re confessing fantasies around the fire. Dark ones. The ones we bury under spreadsheets and sales calls. Who wants to go first?” The room got quiet for a moment, just the pop of the logs in the fire filling the air. My heart started picking up speed, that tingly warmth turning into a buzz that ran through my whole body, making my skin feel electric. What the hell was in this drink? It was making my thoughts race, my body reacting in ways I couldn’t control. I pressed my thighs together without thinking, feeling a heat start

“Pack business ends at the gate. You crossed into mine.” Kieran’s stare sharpened. “Who are you to claim territory?” Dax exhaled once, slow, as if choosing whether to spill blood or history. “Dax Ashthorne,” he said. The name hit Kieran like a blow. His face drained. “That’s impossible.” “You tell stories to your pups,” Dax replied. “So they don’t ask why your elders burned a rogue line to the root.” I blinked, heat rising under my skin. “Burned?”

Making her look up at me while I slapped her face. “How do you like this filthy dick?” I muttered, quoting what I had said to her mother. “Your mom already knows how good it feels. No wonder your husband left, Cilia. You cannot even squeeze tight. But you will both squeeze for me.” The fantasy switched between them. Cilia on all fours in the backseat. Audrey bent over the hood somewhere dark. Both of them still spitting insults but their bodies giving in. I edged again, stopping my hand completely when the pressure got too much. My cock throbbed in my fist, begging for release. Pre-cum dripped down over my knuckles.

The fantasy took over completely—Father Chris’s voice in my ear, his breath hot against my neck, his fingers replacing mine, thicker, surer, pressing that spot that made stars explode behind my eyes. I pictured him saying “louder” again while he fingered me in that candlelit room. I pictured him watching me come apart on his hand and still not giving me his cock. Not yet. The thought of being denied again pushed me over the edge. My thighs clamped around my wrist. My whole body seized, shaking so hard the water churned like a storm. I came with his name on my lips—Chris, not Father—muffled against my own arm so the neighbors wouldn’t hear.

, in which they had many stops. Friedrich Hans Ingo, a wealthy businessman in the mining and export business between human and magical regions, based in Germany, in a subdivision of the mystical city of Bremen, a magical region of Germany, which became one of the entrepreneurs and partners of Andreas Delphos, who was now alone in a small grey-padded compartment, where his dragonhide suitcase was also found, which he did not kill, only died of old age. It was even a gift from his uncle and foster father, Consul Heinrich Klaus, whose name should be mentioned right away, as well as the winter coat, dangling from a hook, and the rolled-up travel blanket.

she croaked tauntingly. Xander got enraged to the core, shifting into his huge beast. This time, his speed and power were at their peak. Fire seemed to be roaming around him, and there were red pairs of wings spreading out from his back. He grew in size and all his muscles popped out. His eyes were burning like a lake of fire. "You are another hybrid from Lena's pack, too?" I saw the fear in Diane's eyes as she muttered those words, fluttering her eyes as she rested on Xander.