Mr Fantasy Novels & Stories

“Who are you talking about?” “Mr. Kent.” What? What the fuck? “He wished you good luck in business. But don't worry, he was very gentlemanly, we even had lunch together. See you later, Mr. Ryan.” She can only be joking. Turning her back to me, she walks toward her room, with a winning smile.

In his research, MR-25 was intended to serve as a power plant fuel replacing coal and uranium, being far more efficient and environmentally friendly. The Harvard family was terrified that the Rock family would skyrocket to success because of MR-25. Raymond was, in truth, a loose cannon for his own family. He was ordered by his parents to eliminate Marvin so there would be no formidable competitors in business. Cunning as he was, Raymond leveraged Russel’s presence to execute his mission.

Do you fancy a son or a daughter? 'One of each would be lovely.' 'Twins?' Jasmine asked. Favour laughed. 'I hope not. Just one at a time but in any order. Boy or girl...it doesn't matter.' Such blissful carefree plans, Jasmine thought. A mountainous wave of envy hit Jasmine and she shrugged to fight through it as her younger sister rattled on about her ideal family. It wasn't Favour's fault that her own life was in such a mess. She seemed to get herself embroiled in one bad choice after another; holding on to Robert when he wasn't worth holding on to, and now Collins...had she no sense of when to let go? Did fantasy have a bigger grip on her than reality?

Imagining pumping deep inside you. They kept texting for another hour, the conversation getting even dirtier. Fantasies about his office, his car, him making her suck him under the table at a dinner. By the time Mia finally put her phone down, her body was spent, thighs sticky, and a lazy smile on her face. She didn’t know what she had just started. But she already couldn’t wait for tomorrow night.

I imagined pushing my own thick cock into that messy warmth, feeling Ezra’s cum coat him while Noelle whimpered and pushed back. Ezra would stand over them, one hand fisted in her hair, the other stroking himself hard again, ready to paint her face the moment I pulled out. The fantasy shifted. Ibsaw Noelle on her back on the table, legs spread wide, Ezra holding her ankles apart while I fucked her. Ezra’s fingers would slide into her mouth, making her suck them while she stared up at both of us. Every thrust would push more of Ezra’s cum out around my own cock, the wet sounds filthy and constant. Ezra would lean down, bite her nipple through her open blouse, and tell her to beg for more.

They didn’t deserve to be happy, not when they built their fantasies on illusions. “What the fuck do you mean he’s still an omega? Am I meant to be okay with that?” he'd been standing beside tatsuya when his phone suddenly pinged from a notification, he should have known when Tatsuya almost tripped trying to grab it from him, now he's here trying to invalidate his feelings? hell no. Murasame’s voice was louder now, anger flickering in his eyes. “You know, enigmas like you don’t normally care…” Tatsuya’s tone was flat, unimpressed, almost bored.

* Lawrence * The noise of the city fell away the moment her voice reached me. Jana. She is fragile but determined, she is like a glass that had learned to hold fire without shattering. I sat back in my chair, the phone pressed close to my ears even after we spoke, her words threading into me heavier than any contract on my desk. Marta is an old employee. Her name alone carried years of Magnolia resort in it, the bones of the resort, the memory of linens folded tighter than secrets.

Then, turning to me with a kind smile, he added, “Thankfully, Sabrina has good taste.” Aaron stared at me in disbelief. “No, this has to be a mistake.” He then turned to me with a hopeful look and asked, “Sabrina, it's a mistake, isn't it? There’s been some kind of mix-up, right? You chose me that day, but somehow your grandpa got it wrong and chose Ethan, didn’t he?” I found it laughable. I looked at him coldly and replied, “No. From the very beginning, it was Ethan. If you think you're worthy of marrying me, dream on.”

Forbidden Fantasies

I sat at the long obsidian conference table, my legs tightly crossed beneath my pencil skirt, trying desperately to maintain my composure. My heart was already racing, and the meeting hadn’t even properly begun. Across from me sat Damien Cross — the arrogant, infuriating CEO of Cross Enterprises and the man I hated more than anyone else in this city.