Gaslamp Fantasy Novels & Stories

“I know the perfect crew.” Gale followed his eyes to the frame. “They’re spread to the wind,” she said. “Some out. Some buried under new names. Some who’d rather I never called again.” “That makes them useful,” Jack said. “Ghosts don’t show up on manifests.” Gale set her empty glass down with a soft kiss on the desktop. “If I authorise this, it’s off-book. No taps. No requisitions that show in any ledger. You’ll get a burner fund and a sliver of deniability—enough for a lawyer to pretend you were on holiday.”

Smoke rose from near the tents. My heart jumped so hard I thought I would faint again. Tyron grabbed my wrist. “Come with me!” He pulled me fast. Too fast. The world blurred. People were running in every direction. I heard more gunshots. The celebrating laughter from earlier was gone. We rushed into a small wooden structure near the edge of the camp. It smelled like oil and old wood. He pushed open a tiny storage door and guided me inside. It was dark. Small. Dusty. “Stay here,” he said quickly. “Don’t make a sound. I’ll be back.”

Chapter 12: Do you want him to find us that easily Michael was hovering beside one sphere when Julia reached him. Close up the mirroring became transparent and you could see what was going on inside, even if it was a little misty. In this particular case a balding, fat, middle-aged man was surrounded by beautiful, mostly naked Las Vegas showgirls, complete with feathers and heavily exaggerated silicon breasts. Michael shook his head. "I hope I never start having dreams that tacky," he remarked, and then floated off toward another dreamscape.

The colors of the room solidified, and the Innkeeper, still wide-eyed, slowly came back into focus, his mouth agape. I stood there, breathing heavily, the parchment still clutched in my hand. My mind reeled, trying to process the deluge of impossible images. What I had just witnessed was not a dream, but something far more profound, a glimpse into a future laden with peril, conflict, and an unforeseen destiny. The feeling of the magical rush lingered, a phantom echo in my bones. "Mistress?" the Innkeeper stammered, his voice thin with disbelief. "What... what was that?"

roommate has homosexual thoughts and fantasies he has been fighting. Thoughts about me. Seeing my cock in the locker room and at the house when I walked around post shower. Fantasies of sucking my cock, worshipping me. Fantasies about being bent over in the locker room and being “claimed” and “taken”, made to take my big cock so deep that his abs bulge from the other side. Fantasies of submitting and surrendering to me and being my fuck toy. Fantasies about absorbing my seed and carrying it around with him everywhere he went. Fantasies about hanging with his “gym bros” while having my kids swimming deeper and deeper into his guts, with his friends being non the wiser.

Tasha was devastated about the reality of her being a ghost. She thought she was dead, she had dreams. Even if she acted like a slut whose only interests were parties and getting boys hard for fun. She wanted to be a doctor, just to save lives. But everything was never gonna happen for her, and she thought everything had ended for her.

She walked ahead while I trailed behind her. . . . Natalie's P. O. V It was a mall, but it did have a lot of things that interested me, from the restaurant to the supermarket, to boutiques... Everything. But the one I especially took interest in was the gaming center. I spent a great deal of time there, trying out all the games. " No, no, no! Don't die! " Xander murmured. I smiled smugly. " How did you learn like this?" Xander's asked, turning to me.

She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.

i whispered and got to my room . * "crazy handsome you"genevieve screamed and I smiled She just gets me crazy sometimes. "hey how you doing"i asked casually "cut me some slack cutie"she smiled "Genevieve "dad called "oh Mr Alex "she screamed and went to hug him along with mom "we are going out, care to join us? "mom asked "sure thing"she smiled We sat down in a rich restaurant and I couldn't help but sniff in the exsuscitating smell coming from the restaurant.

Chapter 20 Father was as flamboyant as he can be. And by I mean flamboyant I mean displaying his body with only a pair of leather pants on. Leviathan is in his fucking lap and Belphegor seems like he’s okay with anything that’s happening as he continued conversing with father and Lev.