Fantasy Guy Novels & Stories

"But what’s the fun in that?" The doorbell rings, startling me. "What a shame, he is here," Rhys announces. I’m still trying to figure out what he meant a moment ago. There’s a small monitor to see who is at the door. When I peek at it, my heart nearly stops. Pajama Guy is Shane? I look to Rhys, hoping he will rescue me, but give up. Birds of a feather flock together, and these two are close. I bet Rhys is an even bigger psychopath than his friend, seeing as he is the boss.

"That little fool treats everyone kindly. Even if someone at the company bullies her, she won't notice. How was I supposed to know that I wasn't just another ordinary guy in her eyes? "I did something foolish. I called myself her boyfriend and used that role to defend her openly at work, to drive away any men who had their eyes on her. The world is cruel—they either harm her or want to possess her. I had no choice but to change companies with her several times."

She was the only person I confided in. Then, one night, my worst surprise came when a strange, handsome guy appeared at my doorstep. He was tall, had long white hair, and striking blue eyes. He wore a leather jacket that clung to his muscular frame. He was the cutest guy I had ever seen. He called himself MN and introduced me to body-changing courses that could help me. Truthfully, he had helped many other girls. He was our savior, and we all fell for him.

But I could feel cracks inside me, a need to rediscover the person I used to be rising to the surface. He was stunning, a real hunk, and from what I could tell, a total alpha male. If he wasn’t an assassin, he had to be someone famous hiding out in the shadows. Maybe a rock star or an actor. No, if that were the case, he wouldn’t be here. Not that Louisville lacked glamor, but that was usually reserved for the Kentucky Derby. And somehow, I doubted he was a cowboy. But then again, maybe I needed another look at those jeans. If I tried to imagine a more perfect fantasy man, I couldn’t have done better. Maybe inviting him for a drink would be a good idea. Once the bubble was burst, I could bre

Juliana posed to be okay with her fiance and Alice's friendship. "Oh… so you guys trust each other". He said but in a sarcastic way. Then he whispered," Since you guys trust each other, your fiance probably wouldn't mind me asking you for a dance". He extended his hand and pointed towards his hand with his eyes. "At first I thought I could be your dance partner to make Adrian jealous but since you guys have a healthy relationship….." White masked guy wanted to continue his talk but as soon as Juliana heard the word jealous, she also gave her hand in his hand and that white masked guy smirked.

I stumbled on something or………. So I thought but no it was someone.closing my eyes ,expecting to fall,but I didn’t instead I felt a strong arms pulling me close .curious to know ,who didn’t freak out due to my ugliness, I opened my eyes and saw him. THE MASK GUY that doesn’t associate himself with anyone.he likes been alone just like me but the difference is that he hates people associating with him he usually shun them to stay away from him but me ,no one wants to come close to where I am .

He held the clutch out to her, arching an eyebrow. “I think you need an upgrade in fairy godmothers.” he added. “Yes, well, Cinderella was high-maintenance,” she murmured, accepting the clutch. A sharp bark of laughter escaped him, and from the slight widening of his eyes and the surprise flashing through the dark depths, it seemed the crack of amusement caught him off guard. “And you’re not high-maintenance?” he asked, slipping his hands into his tuxedo pants. The movement opened his black jacket, offering a glimpse of his white shirt stretched across a broad, powerful chest and flat abdomen. Heat tangled in her belly, and she fought the urge to cover it with her hand. As if that futile ges

Erin explained. “You are truly here,” said the man softly, his eyes running over her as if trying to make sure that she was who he thought she was. Erin couldn’t hide her confusion. “Do I know you? I’m not sure we’ve met before.” “Not in this lifetime, but you are mine,” he replied confidently. “Excuse me?” Erin asked in utter confusion. Who is this guy and why the heck was he saying weird stuff to her? And where on earth is Farida?

“I mean it. There’s something dangerous about that Dante guy. I can feel it. Like he’s not who he says he is, high schooler by day, killer by night.” Taiga rolled his eyes. “Oh please. He’s just a regular kid, like you and me.” Tatsuya sighed, grabbed a fruit, rinsed it, and took a bite before heading back toward the living room. “If you say so,” he muttered over his shoulder.

The man loved minimalist design for his room. Terah was shocked when two men in uniform came and started cleaning the mess of Zachary's fight. They wore a blue overall with the names imprinted on the chest part. Another word was the word Hancia printed diagonally. Their boss was a fairy; she is a half-fairy and half-human. In addition, she also loved counting money.