Fantasy Of Manners Novels & Stories

"You mind if I keep this for awhile and read it? I want to see what's driving your fantasy life." "Sure. I still have to finish this one, but don't get any crazy ideas. I'm not looking for some Tarzan to drop me in the jungle and have his way with me. It is a fantasy only, mister, fantasy only." "No problem."

, she said out loud. While she was walking absentmindedly, she accidentally bumped into something. It was a hard surface. She took a few steps back and tilted her head upwards. She realized that the something she bumped into was actually someone. A man.Her gaze was met with a pair of deep blue ocean eyes. She felt she could drown in those eyes and found herself almost drooling. He looked so handsome, like a prince out of some fairytale. Oh heavens, those eyes again! She could look at them all day long.

They didn’t deserve to be happy, not when they built their fantasies on illusions. “What the fuck do you mean he’s still an omega? Am I meant to be okay with that?” he'd been standing beside tatsuya when his phone suddenly pinged from a notification, he should have known when Tatsuya almost tripped trying to grab it from him, now he's here trying to invalidate his feelings? hell no. Murasame’s voice was louder now, anger flickering in his eyes. “You know, enigmas like you don’t normally care…” Tatsuya’s tone was flat, unimpressed, almost bored.

In my mind, we were no longer just two people discussing business; we were entwined in a dance of seduction and desire, the air charged with an electric tension that was impossible to ignore. I imagined his hands, strong and sure, tracing paths over my skin, his touch igniting a fire that spread rapidly, consuming me. The fantasy was bold, uncharacteristic of me, but in the privacy of my thoughts, I allowed it to unfold. Liam's imagined whispers, his breath on my neck, his body pressed against mine – it was all so vivid, so tantalizingly real.

Her cousin’s laughter abruptly ceased, replaced by a silence that was heavy and disconcerting. Casey arched an eyebrow but did not look back. Her focus was caught by a peculiar title on the top shelf. Standing on her good foot, she stretched her arm out, grimacing slightly at the pull in her side. “What is this?” she murmured, pulling the book down. She studied the cover with a raised brow. ‘One Hundred and One Ways to Get Your Dream Man.’ What is this? She turned the book over, skipping through the pages to see the content inside. She was about to tease Zazu about it when she noticed her cousin sitting quietly, her gaze distant. Something was wrong.

My chest would tighten, my lips would part, and I’d wave back, pretending I hadn’t been caught staring. And maybe—just maybe he would step out onto his own balcony. Close the distance between us with words I can’t quite hear, but feel. Maybe he’d lean against his railing too, mirroring me, his body angled in a way that says I see you. I want to see you. My mug trembles in my hand. The fantasy feels so real it almost hurts when I blink and find myself still alone. I set the mug down carefully, afraid my shaking fingers will betray me. I grip the railing instead, the metal cool against my palms, grounding me as my thoughts spiral.

I stood up and held the table's divider while looking over at the boy and girl that were about to drive me insane with their fornication in a prestigious place such as a library. Libraries were meant for smart people, brilliant people who were trying to embrace their full academic potential and become the next big person in history. Not for people who wanted the thrill of testing their ability to make out in silence and distracting the rest of the clearly sensible people. “Do you two mind? Some of us actually come here for important busin—” I stop halfway in my whispered complaint when my eyes landed on the boys huge veiny dick grabbed tightly in the brunettes fist. His hand was underneath h

I could feel his presence at my back—tall, warm, the faint rustle of his cassock as he moved closer. I kept reading, line after line about denying the body, about offering suffering to God, about the dangers of self-indulgence. My voice shook on the parts about “touching oneself in secret” and “fantasies that defile the soul.” By the time I reached the end of the first page I was breathing faster, nipples tight against my dress, the ache between my legs worse than it had been all day. Father Chris stepped around the table so I could see him. He leaned down, one hand resting on the open book, the other hanging loose at his side. His eyes locked on mine.

Compared to him, the man beside her was merely a petty, grotesque peasant. In a moment of temporary delusion, Edna felt overconfident in a beauty built upon layers of expensive cosmetics. She subtly lowered her shoulder strap, her heavily lined eyes fluttering invitingly, hallucinating that with just a bit of flirtation, she could capture the emperor's attention. She dreamed of a vision where Aiden would realize she was the one worthy of standing by his side instead of a pathetic Alma.