Novel & Cerita Kinda Funny Fantasy Critic

When Jimmy left the bathroom, he walked in the corridors and felt people watching him again. It has been a long time since someone ever thought of him to be strange or unnatural. Fantasía is his world, the place where he truly belongs. He rolled his eyes when he heard whisperings and mockery. Humans are lame. He stopped in front of the classroom, a professor he recognized was teaching the students English literature, Jane Austen's books to be specific. He remembered how he would put a fantasy book on his table every time he gets bored in class. He loved to escape from reality in order to forget all the things that were concerning him such as the bullies, his hair, paying the bills and missin

I decided to get up and get a drink. "I walked through the groups of people, some unmated females growling as I would pass by, because males were staring at me. Why did they stare? I don't know, maybe it's because my hair almost looks white. I don't see myself as pretty or anything, just normal but others think otherwise. I made it to the table where the refreshments were, and grabbed a glass of red wine. Unlike the human drinking age which I believe is twenty-one, my kind can drink at sixteen after your first shift.

"Let me fantasise pleasure for a while." "Good idea!" His eyes twinkled wicked mischief. "I will do the same." He half turned, waving her to fall into step with him to follow Leonard and Favour. He made no attempt to take her arm or hand, for which she was grateful since she was super-conscious of his physicality as it was, and any contact would feel sexual after her blunder in linking pleasure and fantasy. "Favour said you and Leonard have been friends since school days," she remarked, trying to dampen the sizzle she'd unwittingly raised.

They started questioning me again. "Keya, I know that you're into those crazy ass fantasy horror movies and Stephen King books. But maybe you're letting your imagination get the better of you." "Yeah, that's just someone's imagination, gurl. Grow the fuck up!" "What do you mean, how do we feel about them? Like, do we believe in them?" I nod. "Like how would y'all feel if they were real?" I ask sincerely. I needed to know this. My favorite aunt Shenita asks me suspiciously yet seriously. "Do you think they are real?" I look her dead in her eyes and admit, "Yes. Because I've seen them." They all gasped. And I knew this was the time to tell them the truth.

She slipped off the boulder and lay on the ground, and she began to sob softly. She cried herself to sleep and when she woke up about two hours later, she felt dizzy and disoriented. The sun was still up in the sky and blazing like a ball of fire. She thought it was odd that there was this much sunshine at this time of the year, or maybe this sun was being manipulated by Nikjin and his mystic buddy who seemed to be an expert in creating this sort of grand illusion. It occurred to her then that this place wasn’t real, it was Nikjin’s torture chamber for all of his enemies. He could make the weather as hot or as cold as he wanted, regardless of what time of year it was. That was an insane amou

My life would brighten, bolstered by sunshine and lollipops. Unicorns. Rainbows. I shake my head and bite my lip as I put the fantasy away for good. It can't happen. Ever. Hello readers, hope you guys are enjoying the book? Please remember to leave a comment and support the book. Thank you all.

“Wait. You’re not horrified?” “Horrified? Babe, I’m jealous. I’ve been stuck in my boring nine to five while you’ve been living out some dark office fantasy with seven suited gods who apparently can’t get enough of you. The only thing that would make it crazier is if…” She trailed off, biting her lip. “If what?”

>>> If you really want what you said, tie a green ribbon to your door handle and leave it unlocked. Instantly I stop walking, my thoughts immediately telling me what this person is talking about, and in a way, I don't think so... And so I type back a reply: <<< What do you mean? >>> Your fantasy. Staring at the reply that came almost immediately, my first thought is that it’s a prank, but my second is worse: I want it so bad that my thighs press together, and I draw in quick breaths, completely forgetting that I'm still outside on the empty streets by 9pm.

The way he said dripping made my clit throb. I raised my hand again before I could stop myself. “So in your opinion Professor what separates the literary fantasy from something that could actually happen? Say right here in this room. Would the spark feel the same if the professor looked at a student like he wanted to bend her over the desk after class?” The room went dead quiet for a second then a few nervous laughs broke out. Marcus’s gaze snapped back to me sharp and intense. He stepped closer until he was only a few feet from my seat. I could smell his cologne something woodsy and masculine that made my mouth water.

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