Selling Fantasy Novels & Stories

“Shh, beautiful. The company is fine. I just want you to think about yourself for a change. Something other than bills or me and this fucking tumor. Seriously, Rene. Get the fuck out of this hospital. Have some fun.” I sat on the edge of the bed. “And do what, Nathan?” “Get your back blown out.” I nearly fell over in shock. “Nathan! You are asking me to cheat on you!” He laughed. “Is it cheating if I know about it? Baby, I will not be here much longer. You and I know this. I am giving you permission to have a basic human need met.” I shook my head. “Nathan, that is reckless.” “Remember how you’d get all dressed up in barely anything under your clothes and we’d go to Coverts? We’d watch the o

“Maldives?” “Yes. Make it an event, not a transaction. Two days. Private but elegant. The kind of thing people brag about attending. You don’t just sell paintings. You sell access. Atmosphere. Vanity. Status. You make people feel like if they’re not in the room, they’re nobody.” Silence again. Then the bald man said slowly, “That would attract more eyes.” “It would attract more money,” I corrected. “You people keep talking about moving goods. Move desire instead.”

“I'm offering you fifty million with a car and penthouse anywhere of your choice.” My jaw dropped. Fifty million? Was this some kind of trafficking or blood trade? it had to be a joke because there was no way this offer was real. No one throws around that ridiculous amount of money. “In exchange…” he drawled. “I want you to be my pretend fiancee for six months.” “I beg your pardon?"

James snapped. He cared only about the profit margin. Quality was the least of his concerns. “The kind of people who’d buy these at this price are just looking for a bargain,” he sneered. “Even if they get a fake, they won’t notice!” With that mindset, James had Xena promote numerous low-quality, unregulated products. Xena was highly skilled at selling, and the fake sob story she and James had crafted together drew a lot of sympathy. Fans eagerly expressed their support for Xena, opening their wallets to buy countless items from her.

I'm working as an Agent for a private and well-known real estate company in New York. I have been in this industry for quite some time now so I know the bad things that happen here. I was a newbie back then. In this industry, it's a prerequisite that you must be good-looking and your body must also be beautiful. As an agent, you are required to dress appealingly, meaning, you need to be a head-turner in the eyes of clients in order to sell easily. To be a best seller in this industry is dressing like a "high-class whore". Or maybe I'm exaggerating, but yeah, you should dress corporate sexy. It's a great strategy by the company to attract clients when we go out to the fields.

Leah watched through the window as Delphine spoke to a strange man outside the building. "Is everything okay?" Alexia asked. "Yes, sweetie, everything is fine. Just checking out the view from up here" Leah lied. "My mum's always speaking to strange men, so it's pretty normal " Alexia replied exposing her lie. "Oh I see, is she...is she into business?" Leah asked curious "She says she sells to them, I don't know but lately she's been really jumpy. Maybe she didn't sell too well and that's making her upset." Alexia suggested.

this time, a fat man shouted, wiping the sweat from his forehead. Why? Why are they shouting such large amounts? Where is all this going? She turned to Don Constantino, and there she saw his mischievous smile. Is he selling me? She was suddenly terrified, as if doused in freezing water that caused chills throughout her body. She couldn't move and seemed paralyzed with fear. With each price shouted, her anxiety increased even more. "Twenty million!" "Twenty-five million!" That place became a market, and she was like merchandise being fought over by men hungry for flesh.

I even personally saw him off as he boarded the plane that would fly him out of the country. "Your dream has always been to live a decadent life in Las Noira, no? I'll make your wish a reality. There are five million dollars in your account. It should be more than enough for you. If you're good enough, you can lead a comfortable and lavish lifestyle with five million dollars. But if you mess up—" Ethan interrupted me before I could finish my sentence. He glared at me and hissed, "I won't mess up! Just you wait. I'm going to turn these five million dollars into 50 million dollars! And then I'll turn it into 500 million dollars!

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad

“You also help manage the clothing boutique?” “Yes,” she smiled at his question. It was hers after all. “It’s erotic lingerie?” he tilted his head with a gleam in his eye. Sasha shook her head at him, “don’t think I can’t read your mind over there, Don Allegretti. We aren’t going shopping in the store.” “Surely you should have a person try out the products?” “I just need to sell them, not test them,” she grunted at his mock pout. “Who is the jackoff agent?”