Example Of A Fictional Story Novels & Stories

She shifted so she could see us all, “My mom used to tell me a story, a fairy tale of sorts that her dad, King Phanton, used to tell her as a child. Seriously, just hear me out first before y’all laugh at me. 'Once upon a kingdom, A long time ago remembered as Riocht, There lived a King who ruled over all the kingdoms, He fell in love with a beautiful princess and ruled the land with a stern But fair hand, they lived happily for a long time. But the king’s brother was jealous of his power, And wanted it for himself. So he hatched a plan to take over and began a war on the King. The brother betrayed the king and poisoned him Before stabbing him in the heart with a silver knife. The Queen was

Can't wait to get started. ##################### Disclaimer: Please note that this is just a story and it doesn't define how any kind of relationship should be. This story is purely fictional and does not have any connection to any actual story or any persons lives.

she added without waiting for a reply. "Aunty hand bag , go and read your books. I wonder how you will pass your exams"Her mother bawled. They talked for what seems like forever before Hussain entered his mother's room. He greeted her happily. "Hussain, why didn't you tell your wife about the journey" his mother scolded him.

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A different rhythm was formed which numbed Heer and the cruel pleasure offered by Sanam enveloped her. ￣￣~~￣￣ Hey love! I just wanted to say that I'm really happy you found my story somehow and want to thank you for giving it a shot. I hope you'll like it! DISCLAIMER This whole story is fiction. Everything used in this story is part of my imagination which can hardly be true. In this story I didn't create the names of the characters, the places used, even the dead people with the intention of hurting anyone. Neither do I want to hurt any religion or belief in the story. And I respect every faith.

---that is an example, he travels around the world in just a year. “Dear, glad you asked.” He excitedly rested both of his arms on his stall, fixing his glasses. “My tour this year is splendid, have I told you about a dragon-lady who unexpectedly falls for her enemy or about the Saga of a heroic human who changed the world?” He paused, “Have I also told about the romantic story of this young despicable boy who got smitten by this beautiful innocent girl full of life, and about a crown prince who sailed three seas to explore those hundreds of islands, just to fall in love with the native chief’s daughter?”

That is the short story of the romantic novel she had heard during her life in Indonesia. 'Bastard! I've never done those terrible things! I've never slept with anyone other than Hayden, my husband! But why is my baby have not the royal family’s blood? Crazy… this is all crazy… this world really just sided with the plot of that damn novel! My ten years of hard work so that I don't have the same fate as the villainess Fuschia in the novel, turns out to be in vain.' Fuschia sobbed as the guards pushed her roughly into the narrow old wooden wagon while clutching her baby tightly.

It's all a fantasy. Fable has been my escape. An unhealthy one. A safe pretend world where I could bury myself. Just like how Zee cried after she finished the final Harry Potter book, or how Jamie bases so much of her worth on the fictional version of herself that lives across a thousand Instagram pics, in the comments and likes of a thousand strangers. Just carefully constructed lies to comfort and lull. Dreams.

Mercy I opened my eyes, to find myself in a foreign place, I surveyed the place thoroughly thinking that maybe I am hallucinating, I was in a fantasy world, I have never seen a heart shaped bed before, dusty pink walls and lots of chandeliers on the ceiling. I blinked thinking that maybe I am dreaming, why am I in this place, where’s Tom, could it be that someone kidnapped me? If that’s the case why are they being nice to me, to provide such a beautiful room.

"Mister, you are far from home, aren't you?" The young man's eyes rotates toward my direction, "W-What do you mean?" Don't tell me.. he read my book and transmigrated into it too? I inquire, "You transmigrated into my story 'A Thousand Canola Blossom', didn't you?" He indulges in a state of confusion. Finally, he says in denial, "Your story? Don't you mean.. MY story 'Brotherhood of Blades'?" I blink. His story? Wait. Don't tell me..