Selling Fantasy Novels & Stories

s Calyx stiffened and suddenly looked at her eyes. “Don’t start—” “Touch me, Calyx… I miss you… I miss your kisses… your touch. And the way we play things to start with our fantasies….” “Cindy, you’re just drunk—” “No, I’m not. And this time, I want us to play with wine,” she said. Calyx's eyes widened, and he suddenly frowned as he stared at Cindy. “I’m serious.” “Then, after we did it, you will run away again, Cindy?”

Simmons was going through the record book. "Have we had any customers?" Ms. Simmons asked as Maisse put her coffee on the table next to her glasses. "No m'aam. No customers." Maisse replied. "Okay, go make yourself busy. The sales have been low. Do something about it or I will have no choice but sack you." Ms. Simmons threatened. "Yes ma'am." Maisse left. How was it her fault that the sales were low? She only sold what was on the shelves. Ms. Simmons had refused to stock citing that she was waiting for the thanksgiving holidays which was a month away.

"Recently, Allison has been a little unhappy because of some things. How can I make her shift her attention away from those unimportant things?" "Oh, you should ask me about coaxing women. No one knows how to please them better than me!" he said proudly. "All you have to do is surprise them, making them feel touched for you. Put on your most charming suit, wear roses, choose an expensive gift for her, and stand over her." Blake vowed. "Tell her you'll always love her alone. Believe me. No woman can resist this." It had always worked wonders in Blake's rich love life. I decided to trust him and use this method to show my little swan that she had captured my heart.

So, when he said he wanted to bring me home for Christmas to meet his parents, I took it seriously and prepared for it. I'd bought a new cashmere coat, got my hair redone, and picked out two bottles of good wine and a bunch of holiday gifts. I wanted his family to like me, but all I got in return was a spiked drink. "Rosaline, don't blame me for this." Finn's voice seeped through the haze, broken and uneven. "I really have no way out of this. I owe 500 thousand dollars. They said that if I don't pay up, they'll go to the police. I'll go to jail."

The next time I fantasize about someone I shouldn’t, I will remember this. I am accompanying Rhys to meet a client today. I pick out my clothes carefully—a pair of loose-fitting cream pants and a black silk blouse with a neck scarf. If I’m going to put an end to any hanky-panky between me and Rhys, I have to ensure I don’t look seductive in the slightest. My skirts aren’t made to be deliberately seductive either, but I figure pants send the message more clearly. We are taking his car to the property for sale. As soon as Rhys sees me, he says, "This is an important client. Don’t screw it up."

he replied with determination in hope of getting a promotion or something. “Any?” Daniel’s eyes followed the motion of the oval-shaped paperweight as he spun it on the table. “Yes, sir,” Michael affirmed. “Very well. Now tell me Michael Can you sell your soul for millions?” Daniel pushed further. His eyes searching Michael’s. “Millions?” lips parted in shock. “How about I offer you ten million in exchange for something you have, Michael. Would you accept the trade?” Daniel asked calmly. His hands are still playing with the paperweight.

"Why would you buy it if you're not sick?" Cindy reared her chin at him. "I'm presenting it as a gift to Ms. Salazar. She needs it, and she just might appoint me a direct broker when her family starts marketing the Beauty Pill." "It's not going to sell." Frank chuckled. "Sell the polypore to me, and I'll appoint you the broker of a pill that would sell even better." It was no empty promise—his Reinvigoration Pill would definitely outsell the Beauty Pill, if not render it worthless.

He continued speaking, "Your parents have sold you to me, Miss Rowan. You can either come with us willingly, or you can join them in the grave. The choice is yours." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My parents had sold me? How could they do such a thing? And who was this man? What did he want with me? Could this be a prank and he was lying? I tried to reason with him, "Why would my parents sell me to you? And who are you? What do you want from me?" The man remained stoic, his face unreadable. "Those are not your concern, Lillian. All you need to know is that you have no choice in the matter. Come with us, or suffer the consequences."

He fishes out a handkerchief from the pocket of his too small suit jacket to dry himself. “I could take your bodies. Your wife’s and yours. Organs sell for quite a lot these days. You are pretty healthy, right?” The whimper that escapes both their mouths and the fear in their face brings a smile to my lips. “Or perhaps you would be willing to give me your daughter?” “Please, no. Not Marissa. She is still young and she’s innocent. She shouldn’t have to die.” “Who said anything about her dying? A beauty like her is more valuable alive.” Now they’re shaking in their chairs and my smile grows even larger. “So what do you say, Mr. Mason? Do we have a deal?”

illegal”. Daniela stiffened. “ What Do you mean? Sarah stood up, walking towards the window. “ Look, I know how it is over there. You can work your ass off and still have nothing to show for it. But they are ways to make real money fast”. Daniela's stomach tightened . “Sarah, What exactly are you talking about?”. Sarah turned back to her, her expression serious. “ There's a business I'm involved in. It's risky, but if you're smart,you will make more in a week than you have ever imagined”. Daniela looked at her, very curious to know what she was talking about. “ What kind of business?” Sarah hesitated for a moment, then sighed. “ Smuggling”. Daniela's breath caught. “ Wha