Gubuk Fantasi Novels & Stories

Sampulnya menjelaskan bahwa itu hanya novel fiksi yang terinspirasi dengan keadaan nyata di masa kejatuhan Amerta. Masa kejatuhan Amerta. Sungguh berlebihan, batin Venus mencela. Anak itu berganti meniup debu di dua buku yang dari semula sudah tertutup dengan Bakat Udara. Salah satu berjudul ENCHANTED dan yang lain berjudul WOLVIRE, keduanya tampak seperti hasil karya dari seseorang bernama VNB. Venus membalik-balik secara acak halaman novel itu, dan kemudian yakin bahwa itu pasti juga novel fiksi. Kelihatannya menarik.

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.

My pussy clamped down hard on the dildo. No. Stop. That's wrong. But my body didn't listen. The fantasy twisted; Sebastian’s hands instead of Marcus’s, his younger, harder thrusts, his voice younger and rougher while calling me something dirty while mom slept in the next room. Forbidden. Slick and hot. I fucked myself faster. Harder. The vibrator mashed against my clit until stars burst behind my eyelids. “I'm gonna come…fuck daddy… I’m gonna squirt thinking about you…” I didn't say whose name. Didn't want to know.

He clicked his tongue, appreciating my body. While I started cooking, he leaned in and commented, "Yvonne, am I doing this right?" He reached out and grabbed the handle of the frying pan, his strong hand covering mine. At the same time, his other hand rested lightly on my waist, steadying me. I almost lost my balance, heat spreading across my body as I experienced my fantasy turning into reality. Even my ears felt like they were on fire. Antonio's proximity was overwhelming, and I could feel the intensity of his presence, a mix of boldness and unshakable confidence.

“Fine. Who the hell are you?” She tilted her head. “Let’s play a game.” I narrowed my eyes. “Not a fan of games.” “You’ll like this one,” she teased. “For every correct guess about me, I’ll remove a piece of clothing. And for every wrong guess, you will.” I scoffed. “Pass.” She pouted. “Afraid you’ll lose?” I smirked. “Afraid I’ll win too quickly.” She laughed, shaking her head. “Try me.”

Their names come from the knocking sound before a collapse inside the mine. Knockers are also said to be the spirits of those who died in mine fatalities.Hogboon. Also known as the Hogboy, Hogboons are very affectionate earth goblins. Due to their good heart, many people claim that they might not be goblins at all. They live in mounds near farms, bringing luck to the nearby family and serving as guardians of their lands. If humans refuse to share the farms benefits with them, they will bring bad luck to the land estate.Trow. One of the most easily distinguishable goblins, trows are usually old and short with an ugly appearance. They are nocturnal goblins, appearing invisible to the human ey

Despite both of them were very real, thanks to the setting, and also since we were on earth, everything seems like a fantasy world that I just made up. “You all see here…this is the world that I called…Fantasma….it’s a world of Medieval fantasy…where there’s a swords, monsters, dragon…and everything that you can Imagine..magics too…I want you all to keep this in mind….these is the setting that I wanted….the vibes had to be maintained as it is…no matter what…”.

Everything was perfectly kept. But even perfection has small flaws. Even when you're in control, you can still feel a deep wanting. It was one of those nights when I couldn't sleep that led me to search online. I looked at websites with names that sounded like secrets whispered in quiet, forgotten places. That's when I saw him. He wasn't advertised as a person, but as a "Perfect Companion." The ad said he was a Succubus, but the word didn't scare me. It promised he was handsome, loyal, and would meet all emotional needs. No returns or exchanges were allowed.

The dual sensation, his fingers curling against my G-spot while his tongue worked my tightest hole leaving me trembling. “I want you to breed us both,” I gasped loud enough for him to hear, my voice husky and broken. “Pump us full like your virtuous little wife never lets you. Make us swell with your baby while she stays pure and clueless at home, cooking your dinner and folding your shirts.”