Living In A Fantasy Novels & Stories

"Now, tell me your idea." "Unh . . . unh," Shamira grunted, trying to get her brain back on track. "Faeries . . . they live in (unh) tight-knit communities, but vampires (unh) and weres don't. (Unh) If someone has (unh) set up shop to make morning star, then we should have some (unh) missing persons." She chewed her bottom lip as she and Tabitha kept looking at each other's eyes. The woman was watching Shane fuck her . . . take her like a cheap whore. It made Shamira wetter to think about it. Exhibitionism.

Completely out of context and surprising. "No boyfriend. My family—um, well," she thought about her mother, who lives on the other side of the kingdom. She was safer there, and someday she would free her as well, maybe bringing her to the mortal realm. Well, the mortal realm wasn't any different from this realm. In fact, whatever the mortals had, this realm had the same, new technology, cars, gadgets, etc. The only things that differed were their magic, creatures, and old-fashioned beliefs and laws. "They live along the coast." Pearl’s lips part as she realizes how honest that statement was. She was telling him too much.

But Jake left her feeling all sorts of unfamiliar and yet wonderful, amazing, beautiful things. The car slowed and pulled through the gates of the chalet. It was easy to forget the plan when she was basically living the life she had always wanted. Fancy house, a fancy car with a driver, housekeeper cook, and butler. She was living a fairy tale, the one she talked about with her sister when they were huddled together in the same bed, their stomachs growling because Devi had forgotten to feed them yet again. She constructed a fantasy to help get them through the hard times and promised Kirra she would deliver it. Now, because of the man who held her, she was willing to throw it all away.

I blindly edge. “No, I hate robbers, rats, and the smell of piss with my morning coffee. But since none of that exists in your idyllic little head, and it’s all sunshine and rainbows where unicorns shit gold bricks. I might as well hop on the fantasy train where nothing bad ever happens, Pack up my rolley bag, and steal away in the middle of the night like you did! Living in a condemned mold infested building, getting shot at, blown up, and being front and center mid terrorist attacks are nothing a negative bank account can’t fix!”

Chapter 8: Spread your legs more "Waking people exist here as ideas of themselves, but they can't consciously see this plane. That said, their ideas of the real world make this place what it is. Their ideas are solid objects here, which is why we both have houses here, and why my car is in my garage. "Sleeping people can see this place, but generally only if one of us wakes them before they start dreaming. Most dreams take place in the Dreamlands, which is more difficult to get to than here; for us anyway.

“I can see why you like it.” Neel leaned back, watching the horizon. “It’s always been a place of quiet for me. A place where I can think.” He glanced at me, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Or where I can pretend to be Mr. Darcy, contemplating my next declaration of love.” I laughed. “You really do live in a different world, don’t you?” “What’s wrong with that?” He shrugged, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. “We all need a little fantasy in our lives. Without it, we’d be stuck in reality all the time, and who wants that?”

fantasy for me. She continued, like the idea had just come to her. But we both knew better, this was, in fact, the plan for today. "You know, I have had this fantasy for ages but I have never... never been naked and naughty in a faculty office. This is double the naughty pleasure because it's Daddy's school besides. Shall we move this along? Make my fantasy a reality?"

We never had the chance to sit down and converse with each other, so I was surprised when she began reading a spicy fantasy romance novel while sitting beside my bed. It seemed ages ago when I stopped reading fantasy romances and began living in one of them, so I am not sure if I would ever enjoy reading them again. I haven’t had time to read anything except for my mother’s journals and the medicine books from the coven, so it was a pleasant change to hear something different. It was as if we were gossiping about someone else’s life. In the books, we didn’t have to worry about real-world problems; any conflict or issue was not ours to resolve. The pages gave us something to be excited about.

"Are there no slums in the Land Under?" Famallumi cocked his head to the side as if thinking over Rhychard's question. After a moment, he shook his head. "No, not really. The faerie world lives to beautify its surroundings. We work in tandem with nature to produce a better world. We strive to see things grow, to create art that stands the age of time and embraces those around us. We endeavor to return to the land what it has given to us."

"You mind if I keep this for awhile and read it? I want to see what's driving your fantasy life." "Sure. I still have to finish this one, but don't get any crazy ideas. I'm not looking for some Tarzan to drop me in the jungle and have his way with me. It is a fantasy only, mister, fantasy only." "No problem."