Gaslamp Fantasy Novels & Stories

Moses and Nirvana stood beside a river, Nirvana smoking wildly, Moses’s eyes red with grief. “Do you think we can ever find Edward Blueseal?” Nirvana wondered. “I searched all the hotels in this place today I didn’t see anyone with the name Edward! Or wasn’t even real?” Moses smiled sadly but softly. “A psychopath like Gwi will never waste his time on something unrealistic. The Sheba Project is the only way to save his company and he’d do anything to get it done” “Then who the fuck is Edward!” Nirvana angrily flung the cigarette end into the sea. “How I wish I could see him right now and drag him by his hair to Alpha Keiran”

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

I hear heavy footsteps as I dart into the hallway, my feet skid across the floor. I have to look; I have to know. I turn my head. And my body collides with the doorway. I am staring at a ghost. A ghost stalking across this cabin, who used to haunt my nightmares. But he looks very much alive and real to me. The rogue who raped my mother, murdered my parents, marked my face, kidnapped me and my sister from all we ever knew, murdered innocent people who got in his way, and put us through days of hell, stands barefoot, dripping mud on the rug near the front door. Bale Fangman is now more animal than man in all ways.

I couldn’t remember the last time a man checked her out. She continued to sip her drink as Alisa returned to the seat next to me. Let’s go.” I took Lisa by the hand and walked toward what they called the Cloud Room. It was a massive space with nearly twenty king beds When I pushed open the French doors leading to the space, Lisa let out a gasp. “They're really getting it in here!”

The fantasies grew darker, more daring. “Entry Twenty-Two: I’m at a crowded gallery opening. A black dress, backless, slit to the thigh. A man, a patron, wealthy, older, drops his champagne flute. As I bend to help pick up the shards, his hand slides up the slit of my dress, finding no barrier. His fingers push inside me, right there on the floor, as people mill around us. He whispers, ‘Such a well-mannered cunt, dripping for anyone who looks.’ He fingers me to a quick, violent climax, my body shuddering as I try to gather glass with trembling hands. He helps me up, licks his fingers clean in front of me, and walks away.”

I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills. He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor. She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind. "You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.

Blessing gasped when she saw the scene in front of them. "Janice, are you hurt baby?" She searched frantically to see if Janice was hurt, seeing her bloody face. The little girl shook her head and pointed somewhere. And looking up, the room was filled with gallons of blood, making its way out of the room and dripping down the passage. "Kamala!" Austin, Blessing and Anastasia gasped… ~~~ "I'm glad you managed to pay me a visit" the not so old man said,looking at the gorgeous lady before him. Tied to a chair.

"They are all well-toned and have a bra size of at least DD. A dozen ladies are available for fantasy play, as well as more than twenty males." Mrs. Hartley pushed away from the desk and walked behind it, opening a drawer in an armoire that stood there, and removing two thick, cashmere robes and matching pink and blue masks. The masks looked like sleep masks, but they had eye holes cut out and stitched in the center. "We have multiple safe guards in order to protect the identities of our members. This mask is required by all visitors and is to be worn in all public areas of the spa. You may remove it while alone in a fantasy room with one of our employees, but that decision is yours."

It led to it through a staircase in the middle of it, and after walking through the ruinous and dusty stairs, Chaos noticed that the room they reached seemed to be one where there were a lot of… strange objects. The room was completely dark but Belphegor's fire, which was unable to burn anything as long as he willed it because it was generated by the power of his soul and phantom as an Undead, dimly illuminated the room. The assistant Will-o-Wisps quickly rushed here as well, flying over the ceiling and the objects, illuminating things a bit. Similar to Belphegor, their fire was Phantom Fire, and it didn't burn anything as long as they desired.

"I'm sad that you have a favorite, Sophie." By the time I realized how dangerous those words were, I was already thrown onto Max's bed. My hands were pinned above my head. The gentle, restrained image he usually wore was gone, replaced by something far more overwhelming. He slowly let the chill of melting ice trail across my skin. My senses climbed toward a dizzying peak. I never would've guessed that someone who seemed so noble and proper could be the biggest freak of all. His gaze burned with desire, his manhood grinding against my core without end, his hand playing with my lips, leaving me no chance to explain.