Novel & Cerita Hanime Fantasy

She let it sit, glowing on the dark screen of her device, a single point of light in her minimalist, steel-and-onyx apartment. The Whisper App. An exercise in absolute control. She’d filled out her profile with cold precision: a monochrome photo, chin lifted, gaze direct. Her username: Imperatrix. Her submitted fantasy, typed without hesitation: To own and to command. A male slave, collared and compliant, for my personal use. She’d paid the exorbitant “Specificity F*e.” She didn’t want a surprise; she wanted a delivery. Now, the alert pulsed. Assignment Complete. Your partner, ‘Kneel,’ has been selected and primed. Your fantasy parameters are confirmed. Proceed to the private channel.

Perfectly calibrated. She turned slowly. And there she was. Seraphina Laurent. The heroine of the story. The future saint of high society The woman destined to steal every ounce of affection from Elena's life without ever dirtying her hands. She looked exactly how Elena remembered from the novel description. Soft Golden hair. Soft blue eyes. A white gown that made her look almost unreal under the chandelier light. She stood with effortless grace, the kind that made people instinctively lower their guard. Harmless.

Damn! “I can’t do this anymore,” she moaned tiredly and leaned on the tree. “I just want to go back home. Ok, I’ve found what I’m looking for – Danshak a.k.a Devon is my fated mate, he wasn’t lying about that. The painting in his gallery is his memory of meeting me a.k.a Edvana, here. What else did I miss?”

She scoffed as she passed them and continued walking, but then she came across a particular girl that kept staring at her like a ghost, and well this same girl was putting on some covering, curiosity got the better part of her as she walked up to her. "What are this?" Pointing at the clothes and staring at her. "Why are you covering your Hurus? For that's what the people of Satrun called their bodies. "Argh!" The girl screamed as she took to her heels." Someone get that lunatic, don't let her come close to me." A lunatic? Do I look like one? It's obvious she's the lunatic. Damatris said as she shrugged and decided to follow the girl, though the girl was no where to be seen, but damatris shar

I never believed it could actually come true. There might be a time when I used to imagine having a strange creature as my imaginary friend, or a magical fairy as my partner, or being chosen to save the world or jumping into a virtual reality to be some sort of a hero. But I am 25 years old. I am too old to wish for things like that. Goddamnit! I might have said that I love fairy tales, but that doesn't mean I want to be sucked into one! I took another deep breath to calm myself. I needed to think and focus to organize my thoughts. If this body's memories were right, then I was currently in the body of Belladonna Reigna Astaseul, one of the characters from the novel I read last night.

"You won't get there for 8 more hours." Rose smiled, and dreamed Of a strange woman, with violet eyes, dark skin like cinnamon, a small chest whose nipples were brown like syrup, and fangs. She dreamed of kissing this siren - a vampire? A lamia? An Aswang Queen. The dream girl wore a silver starlet crystal crown, delicate as fine bone China. And the mountains burned beneath her, a poison garden of baby bones. "I am what you seek, Rose Smith," the treacherous dream girl said.

Dexter handed a diamond necklace to her. “It would be very expensive” Joana said. “Nothing would be expensive to the person important to you” he said. Then Dexter returns back to Shayne, in their love nest in the forest. He is now confident Joana, will not going to need him anymore. “What shall we do now, you are getting old fast” Shayne told Dexter. Dexter knows it well, he cannot last long like Shayne, she does not age, and time has no meaning to her, Fairy live long than any man. They are with the nature, who give them power to exist like mountain, hills , valleys and rivers.

Wearing circular glasses, small hair peeking out from his cheeks sitting right beside him, making the boy nodded his head in response. “Yes, and now senpai just has to mail the further department, so they can update this in-game as valentine's day is just a week apart." Kai turns his gaze back at the screen, opening his mail, attracting the 3 files with it. ‘Hello there, Imaa Yamada Kai, the illustrator of the worldwide famous game Sinner of Pleasure. Well, it’s more of an 18+ Otome game of a girl surrounded by the 10 boys who are just horny as fruit cake for an eyeless girl’

Minutes later, Reine appeared in the hospital, her whole appearance was more scarier, though she wore simple clothes, the aura that she possessed was enough to make someone hold their breath for a long time. When the nurse who was at the register gazed at her, she immediately stopped typing whatever she was typing on the computer, her hand was held still and she couldn't help but hold her breath. Who is this scary woman? Reine stared daggers at the woman, "Where is the woman that was brought in here?" The nurse squeezed her face in confusion, "what woman?" Reine banged the table in anger as the nurse wobbled in fear, her face now pale like a sheet.

“My name is Sapphire and I’m here from Fantasies.” The muscles in Felix’s body visibly relaxed. Fantasies was an elite at home prostitute service. Their website allowed for patrons to pick any girl with whatever body specifications, kinks, accents, accessories or outfits the men desired. Fantasies ensured that all of their girls were devoid of STDs and had contraceptives so that men who wanted to enjoy the pleasure of sex without the pressure of condoms could be free to do so.