A Fairy-tale Ending For A Fake Novels & Stories

Something irreparable, but coverable: with smiles, with pretty looks, with good gestures. She doesn't lie, she hides the truth. She doesn't say anything, and she yells a lot in complete silence. She is the absolute image of the controversy. The good, which must be bad by nature. The beautiful thing, that it is completely broken. The strength, which has weaknesses. The quiet girl with books and loud music, who goes out to a party to get high. The promiscuity, that she does not like to kiss. The life that is not real. The life that is invented. The life that must be lived out of obligation. The fake life she invented in her dreams to survive.

Because I didn't want to lie. “The lie?” “The fairytale ending is not what I'm getting from it, no knight or Prince is waiting at the end of the night. It's a one-time deal where you experience everything. You love every second of it, but it's a lie. A complete and total lie. I’d rather have the truth than that.” “Interesting.” Then he starts to make a move slowly inside me, and I gasp. “Ahh, so you're not in pain anymore.” He thrust inside me, moving in and out slowly each time driving my arousal higher.

Why does it have to be me? I look at the last page. I could not stop my eyes to shed tears. The End. Every fairy tales have a moral of the story and for this story, that is 'Be careful in making life decisions' or maybe 'Being a coward is sickening'. And frankly, every story had only two outcomes. It's either happy or sad. And I think mine is the latter.

She didn't take off her clothes or make up, that was how tired she was. ~~~~~ "Elliot do you really have to?" Toby sat. "The more I hear it, the more ridiculous it sounds." Elliot raked his hands through his brown hair and sighed loudly. "I know getting into a fake relationship is crazy but I have to." "This isn't just a fake relationship, you're going to fake getting engaged and fake getting married." Elliot shook his index finger showing his friend was wrong. "No one said anything about getting married. I'll just stick to the fiancee story until Tara returns and then–"

Inside was a dream; tall walls, open space, windows so big you could see everything yet nothing at all. The isolation of the property both excited and scared me, and the longer I walked around holding Armani’s hand, the more I began to feel a little hopeful again. My concerns over the last day felt silly — presumptuous. Though a part of my brain was still very aware that this could turn sour very quickly, I allowed myself to enjoy this simple few minutes with my fake husband and even smile, just a little bit.

[ Ella ] “So, this is the end of the story. The prince married the princess in the end. They lived happily ever after with their little daughter who was just like you, my princess.” I closed the fairytale book that I was reading to the young girl who looked sleepy but she was still awake. “This is your and Uncle Marcello’s story, right?” She asked me cuddling into my lap. “Yes, our story is like a fairytale you can say. There were demons in our story too but your uncle fought with them bravely and we are together.” I said with a smile. She blinked her big blue eyes at me.

"Wait!! Hold up!!! So you're saying my great great great.... grandma was a fairy?! That's not possible!! Fairies aren't real maybe I'm just schizophrenic and I need to visit the hospital." "My dear, you said it yourself you're portraying signs of a fairy and I'm sure the pain you were feeling earlier wasn't yours—" "So you're saying because I turned beautiful overnight, started loosing my mind and talking to flowers I'm a fairy? I don't mean to be rude but can you hear yourself? And what do you mean by the pain is not mine? Did I take in someone else'spain?"

While looking at Mia and Little Princess alternately, he said, “Yes, like those happy ending stories. Let's build a world more beautiful than fairy tales." “Great! I like beautiful story!” Cayden exclaimed unexpectedly. Once again, everybody’s laughter spread into the air. THE END.

She blinked her eyes and spoke childishly, "Didn't uncle save us? Isn't uncle a prince?" "He ......" Hermosa's nose was sore and a million words raged and clogged her heart, but she couldn't say a word. "Reality and fairy tales are not the same. You don't understand it now, but you will when you grow up." Hermosa finally sighed, "In fairy tales, Cinderella can live happily ever after with her prince, but in reality, it's not a banquet that never ends, and everyone can only walk with you for a while. Even if he is good to you,...... "

I said, pushing her aside before apologizing to the agent again and sending her off. When I got back, Rachel was still standing in the hallway, looking furiously at me like she was demanding answers from me. "Aaron Matthews! We agreed that it was only going to be a fake divorce!" I looked at her like she was an idiot. "Have you forgotten that you've already married someone else?" "I have my difficulties. Also, my marriage to Max was also fake! And the child was an accident! I really didn't know how things turned out like this! "I don't know how Mom learned about his existence, and she told me that she was dying soon, and she wanted to see her grandson in her last days."