Novel & Cerita Gaslamp Fantasy

I don't even know how to give a lap dance. I stood up and carried my purse i kept on the couch, i was sweating already. As i increased my pace to go out of the room, Sammy stopped me. "Hey! Where do you think you're going huh? The game is not over yet." He said "Since you don't want to play along with what you picked, you have to pay 50USD before we can let you go. You know the rules " Tala added 50 what? How on earth will i get that amount from?

Spoke up one of the other men at the table in a curt fashion that said he didn’t care about anything, especially all that much, least of all what I thought. My mouth moved wordlessly for a moment and then gathering my shaking demeanor, together I asked, “What is it that you want from me, because I’ve done nothing wrong and I have every right to return home.” “No, Fantasy I don’t think you understand the matter at all.” Said the first speaker. “You see, you don’t have any rights at all if we say that you don’t. In fact, you don’t even exist and for that matter, your parents, as well, if we decide to say so.”

"What! You don't even know what it looks like." "I'll see what happens. I'm not a coward, and I doubt magic is real," replied Gumba, then he proceeded into the garden. Immediately he put his right leg into it, the thick tan of darkness disappeared, bringing back to life every life and object in the surrounding. But he was mistaken; the leg he had put into the garden turned leprous and he began groaning in great pain.

CHAPTER 105 ASHLEY POV After 5 hours of traveling, we finally arrive in Manila. And we are only one step closer to where the XIX tier gaming building was being located. I am nervous and damn excited as well. This will be our new home. I hope this company will treat us better.

“The thing about Supernaturalism is that it deals with uncanny stuff like Portals.” My own brows fall, a frown shading my face. Sir Brak seems to realise now that I have heard neither of Portals nor how they concern an unconscious jump between the English and the Asian worlds. He smiles as he speaks, “Portals are like supernatural gateways. They travel a long distance within a short while.” I simply nod as we leave the building. We soon arrive at another that is quite far… and smaller too. Sir Brak is telling me how Master Xaulfur decided to live there since his bloodthirsty, possessed nature will not let him mingle with other humans.

There were also cautionary tales about what might happen if an individual who had no business walking there would stumble upon the entrance of Gashea's forest. The tales say that in absolute darkness, two deep red eyes would stare at the poor soul who would be left behind in the forest at nightfall. First, there would be a loud rumbling growl. A growl that would shake the very soil of the earth. The growl is a warning, a challenge. The next was the scent. A flicker in the mist, and suddenly one would be confronted with a putrid scent of smoke and death.

“Let’s see what the underworld of vampires has to offer.” Garbie led me down into the heart of their town, and it was like nothing I’d ever seen—a fantasy world - come to life, an almost surreal blend of beauty and danger. Twisting spires rose above intricately carved buildings, lit with glowing orbs that floated gently above the streets. Shadows danced under the faint light, and everywhere I looked, the town pulsed with an energy that was both alluring and slightly dangerous. It was beautiful and eerie, a place that felt alive in its own mysterious way.

Kisha didn’t know where she was going, she only knew she couldn’t stay at home. The argument with Corey had ended hours ago, but his words were still circling inside her head. To conquer the world together is a great deal. She wanted to prove him wrong by letting him witness what she had just seen. She had even pretended to believe him. But now, walking alone through the busy streets of Stark City, she realized how deeply those words had reached. The evening crowd moved around her. Cars honked, people laughed, street vendors called out to passing customers and music drifted from an open shop. But Kisha heard none of it clearly. She simply walked, one street became another, then another. She

Chapter 1: The Dare. Sage's PoV: The bass vibrated through the floorboards of the beach house like a second heartbeat. The party was in full swing — bodies pressed together on the makeshift dance floor, laughter spilling out onto the private beach, the salty ocean air mixing with weed smoke, expensive perfume, and pure, unfiltered lust. I was in my element. Sage Monroe. Twenty-five. Bartender by night, professional chaos creator by day. I lived for nights like this — the kind where the rules got blurry and the consequences felt far away.

Thirty days. One month. A single, heartbeat-stopping wager. Benjamin Parker was the sun. A golden-haired scholarship recruit with flour on his hands and a heart that he wore—vulnerable and beating—on his sleeve. He spent weeks chasing the school’s "Ice Prince," offering handmade tarts and a smile that could melt the coldest winter. He thought his persistence finally paid off when Jonathan Hayes—the obsidian-eyed, terrifyingly beautiful heir to a tech empire—pinned him against the school gates and claimed him in front of everyone. But the "Golden Romance" was a lie from the very first kiss. Jonathan didn't choose Benjamin because of his heart; he chose him because he was a convenient t