Mr Fantasy Novels & Stories

Ryan sat beside me, close enough that our thighs touched. My best friend of eight years. The one person who knew every stupid secret I had. Except this one. The one where I had been fantasizing about his hands on me for longer than I cared to admit. “You’re staring again,” he said, voice low and a little rough from drinking. His eyes, warm brown and slightly hazy, locked onto mine. God, he looked good tonight. Messy dark hair, that worn gray t-shirt stretched across his chest, the faint scent of his cologne mixed with beer.

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and I guess she is in her mid-twenties. "Hello, Ms. Daniels," Mr. Styles says, looking at her, and I watch as they shake hands casually. "Meet, Mrs. Bryant, my former public relations manager." And then he turns towards me with an apologetic smile. "Joanna, this is Marina Daniels, our new PR manager." The girl grins at me as she stretches her hand to shake mine. I smirk at her and I storm out of the office with tears running down my cheeks.

Despite both of them were very real, thanks to the setting, and also since we were on earth, everything seems like a fantasy world that I just made up. “You all see here…this is the world that I called…Fantasma….it’s a world of Medieval fantasy…where there’s a swords, monsters, dragon…and everything that you can Imagine..magics too…I want you all to keep this in mind….these is the setting that I wanted….the vibes had to be maintained as it is…no matter what…”.

Or maybe Butch, I had no idea. He took me to Parallel 37! I’ve always dreamt of coming here! I might just as well get married at Disneyland. Ann would flip when I tell her Nathaniel took me to Parallel 37! We always talked about saving money and coming here to spend it on expensive food with weird names but I never saved enough money mostly because cakes and other pastries behind éclair cases keep begging me to get them. Nathaniel got down, opened the door for me and helped me out of the car. In your faces Disney princesses! I got my own prince.

I know he has been working more from the office in town since he parted ways with David. “Nope! I took the day off so I can just enjoy having you home,” he says with a grin. “I plan to spend the day with you watching movies so I can convert you into a marvel fan and eating our weight in greasy foods,” he grins mischievously, and true to his word, that’s exactly how we spend the day. By evening we have watched enough movies to make me wonder if there was an endless portal where they got the marvel movies, and also, was there an infinite pool of actors named Chris, or was that just a coincidence? It’s a good thing they are all eye candy, especially that Hemsworth! And now Simon couldn’t stop t

"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."

“I don't know if it's a miracle or something, but I have seen Mr. Elvis's enthusiasm flare up again since the arrival of Mrs. Avelyn. I'm happy too." “If I become Mr. Elvis, my soul will definitely burn up too. How could he not, now he has a great sex partner in bed. Young, beautiful, tight, sexy, and...." "Shut up! Is that all that's in your dirty brain?” Dorris grimaces a little, showing a row of old yellowish teeth decorated with the remains of black grape skin in some corners. To be honest Magda was disgusted by Dorris's completely unkempt teeth. Moreover, he was also a heavy smoker. Practically his teeth became damaged and looked like dirty donkey teeth.

I took my hands off the tree and fell back, only to land on an ultra-soft mattress. I blinked, looking up to realize I was not in the forest anymore but a fancy bedroom of some old-school fairytale castle. This is seriously messing with me. And how did I end up under these blankets? I threw the blankets back and frowned as I looked down. Shit Witch has some seriously fucked up fantasies. I may enjoy role-playing, but I don’t particularly appreciate being dressed like some frilly Prince Charming in Snow White or Sleeping Beauty. I tugged at the annoying high frilly collar, tearing it, and yanked the uncomfortable shirt and coat off.

Her friend’s face showed her disbelief. “It has been rather sudden. I…” “Excuse me,” interrupted a husky female voice. “I'm looking for Mr. Starr's office.” Gemma turned to look at the woman, her nostrils twitching sensitively with the deep heavy perfume she wore. This woman was gorgeous… absolutely gorgeous. She was very tall, her red hair shoulder-length and waving provocatively about her face, her eyes a glowing green, her tiny nose uptilted, her pouting mouth painted an inviting scarlet.