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Nyra It took me two days—and way too much late-night scrolling—to find anything solid about Fantasies. Most of what I found online was vague, broken, or so cryptic it might as well have been written in Morse code. People online just kept repeating the same thing: It’s not for everyone. Which, of course, made me want it more. I was huddled in the break room, elbows on the table, completely absorbed in a thread called “What really happens at Fantasies,” when a voice cut through the silence.

“Wait. You’re not horrified?” “Horrified? Babe, I’m jealous. I’ve been stuck in my boring nine to five while you’ve been living out some dark office fantasy with seven suited gods who apparently can’t get enough of you. The only thing that would make it crazier is if…” She trailed off, biting her lip. “If what?”

The name of this town was not helping but she had to trust Nana's judgement. Nana had always wanted Kehlani to write a fantasy fiction. She was a great fan of fantasy fiction and this was something Kehlani could never understand. Why an Old woman would love to read about unrealistic things like Vampires, Werewolves, Elves, and other creatures that could be depicted in those gory novels what what she could never understand. Weren't the older ones more inclined to reality?

He ripped my thong aside and pushed two thick fingers deep inside me without warning. “You’ve been teasing me all night,” dream-Jax growled in my ear, voice low and rough. His fingers curled perfectly, stroking that spot that made my knees weak. “Now you’re going to take what you started, little sis.” I moaned loudly in the dream, gripping the counter as he finger-fucked me hard and fast. The wet sounds filled the kitchen. He bit my neck, then kissed me roughly, his tongue claiming my mouth while his fingers drove me closer and closer.

I saved myself! "What does that have to do with me?" Cathedra blurted out. Diane stared at her coldly. "Why are you one of those liars, Cathedra? Why do you write of a fantasy life where everyone lives happily ever after like there's no sadness in the world at all? Do you want to live a fairy tale life so much that you would do anything to live out your fantasies? So much that you force upon others your delusions of seeing things that are not real at all?"

he said sipping his coffee again. Lana laughed softly there then shook her head while smiling, she picked up the cup and sipped her coffee as well. "You're really crazy," she said laughing because of the mixture of amusement and thrill that she couldn't show to the young man. Andrew's eyes glazed over as she did so. "You look even more beautiful when you smile, you know that?" Lana felt a small finger tickle her heart so at that moment the young lady couldn't stop laughing louder. "Stop!" she jokingly glared at the man.

Deliberately forgot, but that's hardly the point. I grind my pussy against his hardness as he swipes my hair to one side. He buries his face in my exposed neck and takes a long sniff. "You smell like a real-life wet dream." Real-life wet dream? I laugh at my vivid imagination. Tens of women at work drool over Rhys Redmond, but I must be the only one filling up pages with fantasies of things that will never happen. If this doesn’t get me checked into a mental facility, nothing will.

It Was something science couldn't explain so she termed it as bullshit. Now, she knows better than call that bullshit. She wouldn't be surprised if there existed those magical creatures written in those paranormal novels like vampires, werewolves and witches among others. After her rebirth, She came to understand that there's some truth in those fantasy novels she used to read in the past. In the past, They were meant to entertain her, loving how those author's imagination would run wild.Well the only problem She had back then with those novels were waiting for their daily update, it was a pain in the ass for her.

“You taught me how to ride a bicycle, you stayed up helping me with mathematics, you came to school when I got into trouble and you even took the blame when I broke Mom’s favorite watch. Corey smiled. “You broke that watch?” You told me you didn’t know how it broke. Jethro laughed through his tears. “I was nine and I lied.” “I knew.” Mylo stared at him. “You knew?” “You were terrible at lying.” They both laughed. The laughter slowly faded then Jethro looked down at his hands. Do you remember when I got sick? Corey’s smile disappeared. “Yes.” I was terrified. “So was I.” You didn’t show it.

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