Fairy Tale Fail Novels & Stories

Fairy tales always described the beings as the most beautiful and flawless persons in the world. She looked down at the young boy who had tears flowing down and snapped, “I’m not! Get a grip on yourself, you moron!” She truly had bad moods right now, she wished to get out of here quickly, but instead got stuck with a useless boy. Okay- with a temper like that, she’s definitely not a fairy! Gray thought. Rapidly, big drops started to fall down mercilessly.

I clamp my free hand over her mouth, and the portal makes a pop sound as it snaps shut. "I've noticed that a fairy's spell breaks when they lose concentration," I growl as she digs her claws in my hand. I laugh for only a second at her weak attempt to harm me. I hear the flap of wings behind me, and I know I need to end this. Too much is riding on this moment for me to pause and savor just how well my plan worked. How profoundly simple it was to trick the fairy Queen into believing me. She believed me because she underestimated me, which makes it all the sweeter.

Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Synopsis Violet Fairy tales are just stories told to small girls, who then start dreaming about their prince charming who never comes when you most need him and then you realize the difference between dreams and reality. In real life there are only monsters and villains, who laugh and do evil things that you can't wake up from. Because your life is a nightmare you never thought it would be. I lived in that nightmare, and lost everything. My dreams. My heart. My soul. My body. And my voice.

he chuckled. He must have thought that I was naïve. See what being a rebel gets you? It gives you rank. Most people expect rebels to be dumb. “Child, didn't your parents read you fairytales or things about kings and queens or even princesses?” “First of all, bold of you to assume I have parents. Last I checked, I crawled out of hell. Second, fairytales are full of shit. In real life there is no such thing as a happy ending. We are all going to die at some point.” I explained to him.

"Oh yeah, very naughty. Now that your sister is not here, you'll have the chance to bait him." Agnes sighed, "I wonder what Lea would do if she learned that he's here." "Zip your mouth! Don't tell her anything." Ann warned her. "If you want to catch the prince charming, make sure you don't tell the princess. Witches like you will have no chance. Men want their eyes covered with cotton candy than the bitter ale." Agnes gasped, "Ann! You dare not compare me to that---" "I will dare everything, child. I'm determined to do that. Talk some sense on your stupid head. This situation is your second chance. Don't blow it away."

I said attempting to move "Please listen to the end I promise everything will be clear " vonne begged With that I sat down well it's not like I was gonna believe those stories. Trust me I wont. "Like I said earlier we are fairies and we have a kingdom of our own we cant fly because we were cursed by the supreme being and ripped off of our wings , we can't fly till the day we die will ascend on our wings to meet the supreme being. I came to earth and that was when I met your father, he knew I'm a fairy but nevertheless he loved me for who I was . " she said smiling sadly

He says firmly, his tone brooking no argument. I know I asked the stars for a break but this? It’s too good to be true and my lizard brain is suddenly on high alert. There must be a catch there somewhere I can’t think of at the moment. It can’t be this easy. I’ve had so many dashed dreams and rejections, so many horrible experiences, to believe all my problems would miraculously disappear because a handsome prince arrived atop his white horse to slay my demons. I’m not a princess. I’m not living inside a fairy tale and he’s… not telling me the whole story. That’s it.

Loud bangs of thunder heralded the little Prince's arrival and neither were surprised when Merlin appeared. ‘The Prince?’ He took the baby from his mother's arms and walked to the open door of the balcony stepping outside into the maelstrom he held Prince Sebastian high, ‘Born from love Created by magic This world ignites From elements ecstatic A frog enchanted A Princess’s kiss This faery tale ended In love and bliss. The storm disappeared and the moon shone bright Merlin handed the baby back to the couple and smiled at the little family, ‘It’s over.’ He said simply and like all good faery tales they all live happily ever after. The End.

“‘Should the fated succeed, they shall be as one. Should they fail, they are doomed to roam as beasts, unclaimed by moon or pack for all time.’” The words crawl up my spine, cold and hungry. I think of the stories we were told as pups, about lost wolves who wandered the woods until they withered to nothing. I always figured they were cautionary tales—fairy stories designed to keep us docile. But there’s a heaviness in Cassie’s expression that says otherwise.

Adnan nodded without the slightest suspicion, with the fear of the woman he thought was his mother. “Mom, I'm already sleepy. Can you read me a fairy tale before bed?" "Fairytale? Of course, I can. Which story do you want to hear? Mother is the best in this matter," he said proudly, even though it was all just bullshit. “The story of a Prince and Princess trapped in a tower. Can?" whined Adnan with sparkling eyes. Fisha smiled faintly. "How about a new story that doesn't exist in any fairy tales?"