Novel & Cerita Life Is Just A Fantasy

People like you only rely on parents to show how high up they are. "You're not capable of anything. You can never get good grades on your own. "The future belongs to outstanding people like us. You are nobody." I laughed, but then I kinda wanted to cry. In my previous life, I loved Aileen deeply. It was because of her words that I fell in love with her. She was my Miss Dreamy. And it was hard to get over her. But now, I wouldn't.

“What? I just want to know.” “You need to stop fantasizing about fictional men, Gia. They’re not even real, and if they were, you certainly in hell wouldn’t want one like the types you read about in your life.” “You need to stop breathing air; I mean, it’s not even real, and we’d die anyway. Yours can just be some years earlier, I’ll join you when I’m old.”

“No chance of that. I like to live in reality, not some trumped-up fake world.” “What’s fake about people we love dying? What’s fake about a tiny baby fighting for a chance at life while you’re out wasting yours?” “For fuck’s sake. You are such a drama queen. Life is about death, isn’t it? None of us are getting out alive. I’m going to enjoy mine however I please.” “Great, you do that. Let me know if you need me to help you pack.” “I don’t need anything from you.” I open my mouth to respond, but the words get stuck in my throat.

RHEA I almost died today. A stupid virgin who’d never broadened her horizons. Who’d never tasted anything real or dangerous or worth remembering. The thought had been circling my mind since the hospital, growing teeth with every pass. Life was fragile. Breakable. And I’d been wasting mine playing it safe. Did I ever tell you my deepest, darkest secret? The fantasy that lived in the back of my mind, the one I never admitted even to myself in daylight?

“A night where every fantasy is welcome.” I stared at the words, reading them again… and again. A laugh escaped me, soft and uncertain. “What kind of nonsense is this?” But the truth was, it didn’t feel like nonsense. It felt intentional. Like whoever sent it knew exactly what they were doing. I placed the card down on the table… then picked it right back up. “A night where every fantasy is welcome…” I repeated quietly, the words staying in my mind longer than they should have. My life had been… dull lately. Painfully predictable. Wake up, work, come home, repeat. Even my last relationship hadn’t ended in flames, it had just faded into nothing, like it had never really mattered.

" I quickly scrolled up and realized that I'd indeed shared a sad song. In fact, it was basically the epitome of sad songs for heartbreak. My face burned with embarrassment, and I slapped my forehead. Damn it! I'd screwed up big time. I'd definitely tapped on the wrong song when sharing the link earlier. If not for that, I'd probably already have five million dollars in my account. "Elliot, it's your song." My friend's voice rang out. I took back the mic and was about to start singing when he added, "I've recently heard people say that your wife's been showing up at Quill Group. You should watch out. Honestly, Damian Quill is a jerk. Someone needs to teach him a lesson and stand up for you."

Mark the end of Cass' fidelity. With a guy like Neil. I thought she might not go through with it though. There was a lot of baggage to making such a giant leap. It was all fun to talk about, and it certainly made for some good fucking, but fantasy and reality is two vastly different things. Fantasy was often something you never could do, be or have. Just thinking of all they had done so far made me madly jealous, and just as turned on. That being said, this fantasy could very likely turn into a very real reality. More than it already was.

“I think I’m scared.” Natalie’s smile faded instantly, replaced by quiet attention. “Of what?” Dylan asked, less teasing now. I stared at my glass, watching the ice shift. “That I’m just a moment to him. An exciting affair or conquest while on vacation. That now that we’re back home—when it’s meetings and deadlines and real life again—I’ll disappear.” My voice dropped. “Like I was just nothing.” No one interrupted me. That somehow made it worse. “I don’t want to be a fantasy,” I said softly. “I don’t want to be something he looks back on and smiles about, then moves on from.”

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.

"I believe in possession. I believe in taking whatever the world owes me, no matter what it takes. And I believe you’re mine." I met his eyes, it was dark and it looked like he was looking straight into my soul. But I saw a flicker of something different, darkness, hunger, starvation and these scares me a bit. "I’m not a fantasy, neither am I property you can just claim." I whispered. "This is real life, not a movie and not a book where shenanigans like this happens." I added. His hand dropped immediately. He stepped away from me like he had not just set something inside me on fire.