Novel & Cerita Good Ya Fantasy

A message from Brenda: Did you survive dinner with your family? A frown appeared on his face as he typed: Barely. Jethro keeps interrogating me about everything. Her reply came almost instantly, What did you tell him? Corey stared at the screen, then typed: That I like you. Three dots appeared, disappeared then appeared again. Finally: Only like me?

I had gone to beg the thug for mercy, but he forced me to drink three full bottles of hard liquor before he agreed to let the matter go. As for the nightclub, I worked there part-time to earn money for a pair of limited-edition collaboration sneakers that Dylan wanted for his birthday. In his eyes, every sacrifice I had made for him had become flaws that he despised. Ivy Langford blinked innocently as she said, “I’m so envious of Nina! She gets along with every guy so naturally. I get so shy around boys that I can’t even look them in the eye.” My stepmother, Sheila Langford, quickly backed her up.

My fingers found my clit—already slick, already begging—and the first slow circle made my back arch so hard water sloshed over the edge. “Oh God,” I whispered, even though I knew it was the wrong name to say. I stroked faster. Two fingers sliding over and around my clit while my other hand came up to pinch my nipple the way I imagined he might. The water made everything slippery, louder. I slipped one finger inside myself, then two, curling them the way I’d done every morning for weeks. My hips rocked up to meet my hand. The fantasy took over completely—Father Chris’s voice in my ear, his breath hot against my neck, his fingers replacing mine, thicker, surer, pressing that spot that made sta

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It's all a fantasy. Fable has been my escape. An unhealthy one. A safe pretend world where I could bury myself. Just like how Zee cried after she finished the final Harry Potter book, or how Jamie bases so much of her worth on the fictional version of herself that lives across a thousand Instagram pics, in the comments and likes of a thousand strangers. Just carefully constructed lies to comfort and lull. Dreams.

They can easily attract any men if they want to. Nana Taylor who is a cousin of Nick is a famous streamer on an online platform that features videos of popular and professional gamers. Whenever she stream her playing online games she always get about a thousand viewers and get donations that amount up to five hundred dollars every time. She's a good player that can even be considered as a pro.

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She felt like a child who had wondered into an R rated movie. "Our employees are all chosen for their exceptional physical traits. All the men are at least six feet tall, all are younger than thirty, and all are-" Here Mrs. Hartley hesitated, making Emma look up. There was a sparkle in her eyes as she held her hands a little over a foot apart. "-well endowed," she finished. "The ladies are also chosen carefully," she continued. "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."

All I know about her is her subtle beauty; her mixed silky hair, and her caramel skin that glowed with the gold she was arrayed in a portrait as she smiled happily into the lenses, posing with Lord Owen. “I do not want to get married,” I murmur as I stride back to the room while Lord Owen glances back at me and says nothing. My tap did not run; I never washed my hands, but I will eat my meal nevertheless. I am dirt after all, so there is no need to disgust dirt itself. “Who says you are getting married?” I look up at Owen as he eyes me. Did Katelyn not gossip about the demonic Japanese Lord who is intending to marry me?

Jacqueline I've had it with this shit. No more doormat, no more Ms. Goody Two Shoes. I picked up my phone from the mattress beside me. Only one person I know who will understand how I'm feeling without judging me. Without bringing up my past like a mallet to beat me over the head. One little slip in judgment when I was eighteen years old and I have to live like a nun forever. Well fuck that the habit's coming off. I'm lonely, horny and pissed the fuck off. No almost twenty two year old is supposed to feel like this.