Sanurai Fantasy Novels & Stories

He had been her long time crush and finally she had her chance at dating him only to be dumped for a much prettier, hotter blonde senior. Shawn was every high school girls fantasy, his protruding abs would make them crave for a touch, his killer looks got their eyes dizzy at his sight, he was even hotter being the school's baseball captain and he was excellent at the game. Emily had a short lived romance dating the hottest, meanest and popular guy in school and when it ended she as the victim got no sympathy from the masses. Majority of the girls hated her for having Shawn's heart and Bailey was loved for putting an end to it.

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.

“The thing about Supernaturalism is that it deals with uncanny stuff like Portals.” My own brows fall, a frown shading my face. Sir Brak seems to realise now that I have heard neither of Portals nor how they concern an unconscious jump between the English and the Asian worlds. He smiles as he speaks, “Portals are like supernatural gateways. They travel a long distance within a short while.” I simply nod as we leave the building. We soon arrive at another that is quite far… and smaller too. Sir Brak is telling me how Master Xaulfur decided to live there since his bloodthirsty, possessed nature will not let him mingle with other humans.

Manik asked. “Both.” Alfi said. ’the book on your right hand is a Vanilla Doujin of Snowball and the one on your left hand is an NTR Doujin od Sindoll, right? I like both.” He added. “Oh, so you like both?” Manik put those back to his jacket pockets. ’then you do understand what I meant before, right?” ‘nope, not at all. Can you explain it to me?” ‘sure” Manik clears his throat. ”As you know, life is like a Doujin. If I may ask you something, what genres are contrast, Your Highness?”

That is also why, I feel like I much more in belonging in Fantasma than on Earth. Just like I have said, the night were still young, me and Alure were planning to indulged ourselves all the way until, we satisfy. Both of us were enjoying our time, willingly to satisfy each other, more to Alure, she has dedicated herself to me, becoming my slutty, submissive wife who eager and desperately wanting to please my every fantasy.

Sandy could perceive her own pheromones. "You know," Sandy giggled, the wine making her bold, her voice sounding far away to her own ears. "I’ve actually... I’ve had these thoughts. These wild fantasies. About being handled. Really roughly. By... well, by multiple men. Like a total exhibitionist." She paused, her eyes widening as the words hung in the air. She gave a nervous laugh. "But I’m just kidding, obviously! I don't think I could actually do that. I’m too small. I don't think I could take... well, you know. That much. I’d probably die."