Novel & Cerita Naga Fantasy

Spoke up one of the other men at the table in a curt fashion that said he didn’t care about anything, especially all that much, least of all what I thought. My mouth moved wordlessly for a moment and then gathering my shaking demeanor, together I asked, “What is it that you want from me, because I’ve done nothing wrong and I have every right to return home.” “No, Fantasy I don’t think you understand the matter at all.” Said the first speaker. “You see, you don’t have any rights at all if we say that you don’t. In fact, you don’t even exist and for that matter, your parents, as well, if we decide to say so.”

Yet another fantasy Prologue Legora, the largest capital city in the world. Once one of nine, now there are four. We had lost five cities in the great calamity. Creatures from god knows where poured in from a tear in the earth. A dimensional tear in space and time the men of science called it, but really who the fuck knows? All I know is they were bigger, stronger, looked nothing like us and they outnumbered us hundred to one.

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."

"No way! This is not happening!" I said to myself while looking at the mirror. Why is the reflection on the mirror different? Her eyes, were glistening purple, sculpted upon her creamy face like dazzling amethyst. Strands of molten gold tumbled out of her scalp, cascading down her back like a waterfall. Lips as red as roses, crystal white teeth, hourglass-shaped body. This girl is the perfect cover for FHM magazine or she could be the next Victoria Secret Angel! Hold on, her appearance is similar to the character design of Valeria Falsen that I drew for Callista's novel.

Seeking Deeper Fantasy is set in Stark city, where Corey Lawson, a 31 years old faces challenges as he discovers that the woman he is in love with, Kisha Prime, is the reason his whole childhood became a nightmare. Driven by resilience, he takes Legacy Woodwork to a greater height. Kisha Prime, a 25 years old, raised by her stepfather Morgan Lawson, the man who abandons his family to be with his one true love, Marla. Sharing deep memories together of life, but unfortunately are not allowed to be together because of the hatred between both families. Robert Prime, deeply in love with Marla orchestrated a wedge between Morgan and Marla by getting married to her against her will. Mor

My fingers found my clit—already slick, already begging—and the first slow circle made my back arch so hard water sloshed over the edge. “Oh God,” I whispered, even though I knew it was the wrong name to say. I stroked faster. Two fingers sliding over and around my clit while my other hand came up to pinch my nipple the way I imagined he might. The water made everything slippery, louder. I slipped one finger inside myself, then two, curling them the way I’d done every morning for weeks. My hips rocked up to meet my hand. The fantasy took over completely—Father Chris’s voice in my ear, his breath hot against my neck, his fingers replacing mine, thicker, surer, pressing that spot that made sta

“Fuck… you’re going to regret it, Cilia. Every insult. Every look. Every time you made me feel small.” I couldn’t hold back anymore. With a low, guttural groan I came hard, thick ropes of cum shooting across my stomach and chest. My cock pulsed in my fist, spilling again and again while the fantasy played behind my eyes. I kept stroking through it, milking every drop, thighs shaking. When it finally faded, I lay there breathing hard, cum cooling on my skin. The rage was still there, quieter now but deeper, settling but ready. She had no idea what was coming.

Bienley murmured softly, his brow furrowed as he attempted to make sense of the hazy dreams that often haunted his slumber. "I'm so sorry, my prince, for the nightmares we've unwittingly implanted in your innocent mind," Bella whispered, consumed by a tidal wave of guilt and despair. "Your nightmare began when you were abducted. The rain, a cruel accomplice, erased his tracks. But Papa mobilized all his power and influence. After a harrowing search, you were finally rescued. But, the villain escaped, slipping away like a shadow into the night" Bella's voice grew steely, her eyes cold as ice, reflecting the depth of her loathing.

Who knows, this guy named Draven would find it weird and wouldn't believe in us. To think that he would laugh after seeing such a sight, he is surely an odd person. “Ah, I see, I see” With that, we had a small conversation with him. He explain that he was in this place to hunt down this Naga. A half-human half-snake is called a Naga. The are generally depicted as a snake with the head of a human. So, those things… I mean.. those species are called naga… We ended up giving it to him since we don't have any use of it.

Alpha Jax knows about the situation but just sweeps it under the rug. Tara uses me like a maid, I am to cook and clean and be the slave for her and Marissa, if I dont do as I am told I will be punished. Anywhere from being starved to being beaten or both and locked down in the basement. At night I try to sneak away and go out to the lake out in the woods in our pack territory just to try and get out of the wretched place. Do I wish that my father would notice me again? Sometimes however I have given up hope of that happening and that's just how it is. I doubt I will ever find my mate since I am not allowed to leave or correspond with others within the pack anymore. I'm eighteen years old, I