Mr Fantasy Novels & Stories

Suddenly deafening thunder and dazzling lightning drew in the sky, accompanied by torrential rain and wind that seemed to blow away anyone's home. Everyone was shouting, so I used TeleCom to let everyone know what was happening and calm them down with mental communication. [TeleCome – short for Telepathy Communication; this is one of a kind mogic that the Fantasian use to communicate.] [Fantasian – People live in Mundo da Fantasia.]

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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

“ What!? Of course no sir how could I ever dare do that, I just rolled my eyes because one of my eyelashes was touching at my eyeballs and it was affecting my sight “ I lied as I rubbed my eyes with my fingers trying to make the lie look real as I answered him with the sweetest voice I could use at that moment and forced a smile onto my face. “ You are my assistant, not a slave, you are supposed to walk beside me not behind me even when we sit you are supposed to sit beside me got it? “ he asked. “ Crystal clear sir, “ I said. “ Good, “ he said as he started the car and drove off heading to God knows where. ******************************************** Ten minutes later we arrived at our city

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."

" Mr. Tim replied before leaving his boss's office. A wild glare appeared on Jade's face as he started thinking about who the person might be. Meanwhile, the man that called Jade was seated in a dark room. He had black hair and seductive honey-brown eyes that any lady would fall for. He lights up the stick of cigarette in between his lips with a lighter, as the tattoos on his body revealed on his built muscles. In an instant, the mysterious man puffed out a cloud of smoke out if his nostrils, grabbing the burning stick of cigarette on his left finger.

A world built by my hands just for you–” "A world built in my fucking head,” I screamed. Thorne grunted, his arms stretching forward. “Mira…” he called my name in a voice that dipped into something lower, older, "... You forget who I am, what I am. Every request comes with a weight.” His fingers brushed the hair above my pussy before dropping to my clit. He rubbed it with his claws and no matter how much I resisted, I still twitched to his touch. “You asked for a fantasy,” he continued, bringing his ember eyes to meet mine, "and I gave you a fantasy. You should have been specific though. You never told me where that fantasy was to exist.”

Deliberately forgot, but that's hardly the point. I grind my pussy against his hardness as he swipes my hair to one side. He buries his face in my exposed neck and takes a long sniff. "You smell like a real-life wet dream." Real-life wet dream? I laugh at my vivid imagination. Tens of women at work drool over Rhys Redmond, but I must be the only one filling up pages with fantasies of things that will never happen. If this doesn’t get me checked into a mental facility, nothing will.

From when I had taken Lord Fenrik’s cock into my mouth. “Goddess!” I screamed, as I fully remembered what had occurred under the blistering moonlight. My hand fiercely on my face as I writhed not in shame, but in a wicked delight. A part of me loved it. It had been a long time since anyone had made me explode with an intense oragsm, not even Derek came close. “Maera!” He called this time, his voice ejecting me out of my fantasy. I turned my head reluctantly to his direction, eyes questionable as to why he was pestering my peace.

The room buzzed with power and ambition. Then the anchor took the stage. “Let’s welcome a new name in the city’s business world—Mr. Malrik Fenrath, CEO of Fenrath Enterprises.” The name froze the air in my lungs. I turned my head and saw him—tall, broad-shouldered, wearing a charcoal suit. His eyes… those cold, haunting eyes that I’d seen in my dreams for nights now. He smiled. It wasn’t warm—it was calculated, as if he’d already won something.