Songs About Fantasy Worlds Romane & Geschichten

A wave of guilt washed over me. "Open wide. I'm going in. Can you feel it?" Antonio whispered into my ear, and as my breathing turned warm and my heart succumbed to my desires, I parted my legs involuntarily.

She thoughtfully brought some sweet treats—wedding favors meant for the guests. When Liana saw Gwyneth, a cold, dangerous look flashed in her eyes. Gwyneth flashed her diamond ring at her. "Liana, I'm living the life you wanted so badly." Liana looked at her with burning hatred, her voice thick with malice. "So what? Your second marriage will be no different. Your husband will cheat again, and it'll all fall apart." Then, she scoffed. "What guy in the world would ever be satisfied with only one woman?"

Just the wind brushing the surface of the court. “I don’t want to choose between you and Dante. I want both of you. I know it sounds mad, like some fairytale poly fantasy. But I’ve thought about it, and it makes sense. We all want each other. And I know you might be scared, or think Dante and I still have unfinished business, but... it’s not about old feelings. It’s about the new ones we’ve built. All three of us.” Taiga’s shoulders stiffened. His lips parted, then shut. His eyes dropped to the ground.

The Song of All Worlds Lyra walked for many days. Across mountains that sang when the wind touched their peaks, through forests where leaves whispered her name, and over oceans that glowed beneath twin moons. Everywhere she went, the flame inside her pulsed softly— a steady rhythm that guided her steps. She did not know where the path would end, only that she was following the hum of something greater than herself. And with each passing day, the world seemed to lean closer to listen.

It'd last me quite a few days. With a wretched life like mine, I'd just do whatever I could. Night fell, and snowflakes drifted from the sky. I squatted under a dim streetlamp, wrapping myself tightly in my tattered cotton jacket. While wondering where I could spend the night, I swallowed a pill, washing it down with snow. As it slid down, my throat churned, and the cold snow I gulped spread a bitter taste into my stomach. The pain in my legs was unbearable, and my stomach felt as if it were burning.

And Lyra, at the center, wove their individual melodies together into one, great, harmonious offering. They sang of the Salt-Sunk City, now filled with the sound of water. They sang of the Echo Valley, where grief had become part of the music. They sang of the Whispering Ridge, where a question had been answered. They sang of the Heartwood, where the lost were remembered. They sang of the messy, beautiful, painful, joyful world that was waiting for the Titans to return to. They sang the world's resume. As they sang, the Dreaming Heart began to change. The stormy grey light within it brightened, swirling with colors—the green of new leaves, the blue of a clear sky, the gold of the Heartwood,

“And you wanted me to notice.” “Yes.” He hooked his fingers into her thong and dragged it down her thighs, letting it pool at her ankles. Cool air hit her soaked pussy. He groaned softly. “Look at you. Dripping down your legs already.” One thick finger traced her seam, gathering wetness, then pushed inside without warning. She moaned, pushing back. He added a second finger, pumping slow and deep, curling to hit that spot that made her knees buckle. “You’ve been fantasizing about this, haven’t you?” he said against her ear, leaning over her. “About me bending you over my desk and fucking you raw while the campus walks by outside.”

It started small, like a spark, then grew, filling every nerve, every fibre of her being. “Go! Go now, Clara!” her grandmother urged, her eyes glistening with tears and pride. Before Clara could question it, the warmth exploded outward. Time itself seemed to shiver. The firelight warped and stretched, the screams became distant echoes, and the ground beneath her feet disappeared. One moment, she was on scorched earth. The next, she was falling. The world around her blurred, colours and shapes twisting in impossible ways. She felt weightless, suspended between moments, suspended between worlds. Then, as suddenly, as it began, it ended.

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