Novel & Cerita Kinda Funny Fantasy Critic

His expertise and passion for fantasies, anime and manga helped him solve a case in real life. He was finally proving to everybody that he's not living in a world of dreams, the world of fantasies. Fantasy is always paired up with reality. Scratch that, fantasy is a version of another reality. It cannot be separated, nor destroyed. Or else the balance and symmetry of all things will be destroyed.

ARCANE DELIGHTS I slowly close the journal, settle it in my lap and gaze at its black leather-bound cover. I rub its pebbled surface lightly, thinking. Only stories. These are only stories. Fantastical stories. A little more fantastical than I usually prefer, though well-written, by someone with a much greater command of the craft than I yet possess. The vivid characterization, meticulous attention to detail and a surreal sense of place makes me want to believe these stories happened, but I know they couldn’t have, and am ready to dismiss them as nothing more than fiction . . .

Saw all the wars that ravaged the earth, thanks to human error and deadly bombs. Snorting, I threw my loose braid over my shoulder. "Yeah. Because you are human. And as you might have figured out by now, we are sort of skeptical about your kind." "Your kind!" He exclaimed, that cold and aloof facade of his vanishing into thin air. "Your kind! My kind is the normal kind, princess. Human. Bland. Your kind on the other hand," He threw back. Slid an accusing finger my way. "Your kind is the kind of things we tell our children about to keep them in line! Fantasy! Fiction!"

Chris paused, “Ever heard of cultivators?” “Yeah… it’s all the rage in Chinese literature… there’s actually a genre for those tales.” Miles responded before asking, “but little uncle why are you asking this? Surely you don’t…” “What if I told you that it is not a fantasy world but a very real one that existed… one that still exists today?” Chris countered. “No freaking way….” Miles, Vincent and Penny piped up in unison. Chris snapped his fingers and the fruit platter that was sitting on the tea table rose by itself and landed before the trio.

With confusion and hurt on his face he asked, “Why wouldn't I be interested?” “Well, for starters, Artimous is a unicorn, Greagan and Laylan are elves and Ivy is a fairy. Why would you really be interested in some fairytale dream your silly wife has from time to time? I just didn't figure that a big, strong strapping man like you would be interested in my crazy dream,” I rambled as I ran my fingers in his chest hair. I bit my bottom lip as I always do and waited for his response. My mom used to tell me that one day I would end up biting my lip off completely if I didn't quit. Of course, I never really listened to her so I never stopped. I looked into his face but I couldn't read his expressi

“Fantasy?” Came the uncertain inquiry through the bullhorn that sounded out loudly amongst the hustle and bustle of the crowded pier. Raising my hand I picked up my duffel bag and began making my way forward. As I walked the men about me stared. They always stared. It was kind of nice and yet annoying at the same time. It didn’t help that my Russian born mother so enamored with her relocation to a new and in her eyes, ‘fantasy land’ of America had named me as such.

OK time to meet Jenny. I walked out of the dinning room. PS: I don't need to tell you everything. I knocked on Jenny's door, if you are wondering how I reached there, well, that was when you were reading the PS stuff. I'm I funny or what?, I have a lot of humor. They call me 'The Funny King' 👑 "Arrh"she screamed and I held my ears Do you know how I reached there?, well, you were busy reading my thoughts while i was talking. You are doing the same now and I am talking

Hindi porket gwapo auto simp agad, medyo lang naman. Now I’m starting to regret my pass action. To think that I supported all those crazy characters that I’ve read in every single novels dahil gwapo at lakas charisma nila! Hah! I’m been such a fool! Those psychos! They deceive me with their looks and unique characteristic! Reality is so much weirder than fantasy in so many levels. I can’t help to mentally slap myself because of my cringe and dark history.

“And you wanted me to notice.” “Yes.” He hooked his fingers into her thong and dragged it down her thighs, letting it pool at her ankles. Cool air hit her soaked pussy. He groaned softly. “Look at you. Dripping down your legs already.” One thick finger traced her seam, gathering wetness, then pushed inside without warning. She moaned, pushing back. He added a second finger, pumping slow and deep, curling to hit that spot that made her knees buckle. “You’ve been fantasizing about this, haven’t you?” he said against her ear, leaning over her. “About me bending you over my desk and fucking you raw while the campus walks by outside.”

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."