A Fairy-tale Ending For A Fake Novels & Stories

"Lily is going to be good too. I need to be better than good." "What does better than good look like?" Sofia asked. "Real," Ava said. "It looks real." Sofia nodded slowly. "Then be real." "I'm trying to figure out how to be real in front of four hundred people without it feeling like a performance of being real." "That's the whole thing, isn't it," Sofia said. "The moment you perform authenticity it stops being authentic." "Extremely unhelpful," Ava said. "Thank you." "I'm just identifying the problem. You'll solve it. You always solve things."

“It’s not a scam.” Everyone immediately quiets down and turns toward her, staring. Something about the way she said that so decisively caught everyone’s attention. “It’s not.” She says with more force. Mr. Hernandez studies her and then gives a low laugh. “Child, how could you possibly know that? I know we would all like to believe that there is some sort of fairy tale ending to all this, but it simply isn’t true.”

Whatever he has to say, he's working himself up over it. Is it something bad? Okay, Hannah. Don't get mad and storm off. Let him finish, so we can completely be done with each other. He looks me dead in the eyes. “We need to enter into a fake engagement.”

I could feel his eyes following me when I made my shameful exit on quaky legs which were a result of abhorring feelings for Orian. I think I have been in this bathroom for more than thirty minutes being super comfortable with trying to calm the butterflies that erupted In my belly because I felt like my fairy tale had just begun. It's a norm for fairy tales to have happy endings with singing forest birds and a lavish wedding with the Prince and princess riding off into the meadows with the prospects of a happier life. In my fairy tale, I wasn't whisked off and seduced by a prince. I was deceived and kidnapped by a dark lord who so happened to be my father's enemy while also being my soulmate

When we were young fairytales makes us believe that everything is possible. That after all the hardships that the main character experiences, good things are sure to follow. Fairytales make us think that happily ever after really exists. That if you have suffered enough you’ll surely get your happy ending. But as you grow old, you slowly realize that fairytales are bullshit. That happy ending does not really exist.

Maybe my fake relationship with him was just another reckless choice, one more way I was pulling someone else into my war with Caleb and Tara. Maybe, it had all been a stupid decision. Maybe I should end it. The thought made my chest tighten until it was hard to breathe. It’s just a fake relationship, I reminded myself as I flipped onto my back and floated. That was the deal. Nothing real, nothing binding. He didn’t owe me honesty. He didn’t owe me anything. So why did the idea of ending it make me want to sink to the bottom of the pool and never come up?

Charles said nothing. He simply pressed play. And it took her world in four seconds. The Fake Fiona began loudly. Fake Candy, sobbing. False footage of an incident that never occurred. Her hand flew to her mouth. “No…” Her eyes widened. “No-this.this is.this isn’t real-Charles, this isn’t real” He came closer, his hands shaking slightly. “I know. I KNOW. But the internet—Fiona, they think it’s real.” A headline flashed across the screen: “BILLION HEIRESS

he hissed, “why are you playing along with this lunatic? Ask her where Damien is already!” The woman on the phone scoffed, loud and dramatic. “Oh, Carlos, you pure bastard. Don’t worry…your death will be the most miserable one yet.” Then she cleared her throat delicately. “Anyway. That’s the new fairy tale story I’m working on. Just shared it fresh to test the ending. And Olivia, since you mentioned a ladder… I think I’ll make the tower enchanted. Anyone who isn’t her one true love gets within ten feet? Poof. Turned to toast.”

Her eyes lit up when she spoke about things she loved, but then they dimmed, "When Matthew came into my life, I thought I had found the one with whom I would live my own fairytale. But now, he is in love with another woman, everything is ruined." "It's not ruined. Perhaps your fairy tale just has a different ending." A playful gleam entered his piercing eyes as he leaned his head closer to her. "Besides, isn't it so predictable and boring if in every fairytale, the princess always ends up with the Prince Charming? I think it will be more interesting if instead of marrying the prince, the princess chooses to run away with the pirate."

There was no excess fabric, only a sculpted waist and graceful legs ending in ankles that rested elegantly in crystal heels—like butterfly wings poised to take flight. Adriana pinched the strip of fabric she had torn and dropped it in front of Anna’s feet. Her smile bloomed, delicate and ephemeral—like a cherry blossom dancing on the April breeze. Anna’s jaw dropped in disbelief. “So what? That still doesn’t change the fact it’s a fake. Do you think everyone here is blind?” A few of Anna’s supporters chimed in quickly, “Exactly. A fake is a fake. And our Anna is the real Phantom daughter. Even if you rip it all apart, it won’t make it authentic!”