Fairy Tale Fail Novels & Stories

No matter how good a dream is, we always have to snap back from it. All fairy tales usually have a happy ending, the prince saves the princess from an ogre, a knight in shining armor saves a lady from a hulky brute of a man and so forth. But the world lies, that is not what always happens. Fairy tales rarely have a happy ending. The prince will save the princess and trip down some stairs, fall down and break his neck. Or the lady will live for a few years as a wife to the night and die from child birth. The story tellers never give the actual tale, the sell what appeases to the eye and heart.

She was standing tall despite everything going on in her life. “This isn’t a fairy tale…not after what happened.” Freya answered, the smirk falling from her face to reveal disappointment.“It doesn’t matter if some all-mighty Goddess bound us together or not…I don’t believe in fairy tales anymore. How can I like someone who let me get humiliated like this? Yes, he didn’t do it himself, but he didn’t protest either.”

It was a dark and dense forest, I was walking for hours and still didn't see the end of it. I was getting tired and hungry as time went on and I couldn't see if it was day time or not since I could not see the sky. This forest had a weird rumor going about it, people often told story like it was impossible for a human or any other living creature to get out of it alive. And the reason was that in this forest once lived a witch that was trying to escape from the terrible fate human wanted to bring on her, and that was being burned alive. That sure is a scary fate indeed and weirdly her situation and mine were a little similary in the fact that I am trying to escape a fate that would be someho

Ah, the good old days. “What am I supposed to do? You get transported to a fantasy world to fight dragons and giants, not fix bad marriages. He’s given up and feels like a failure because he’s given up, which makes him feel like a failure — Catch 22. She can only win by defeating her worst enemy, which is herself — also Catch 22. They’re both fucked. Done. No hope for either of them. And their kids will grow up and probably be exactly the same. I can’t do the impossible. My magic isn’t that powerful. Nobody’s is.”

Lana Castroff When I heard the story of Cinderella, all I could think of was stupidity. How can a poor girl like her marry a prince when the prince has a long list of beautiful and rich princesses? Disney stories are nothing but full of bullshit. They should make a realistic story because there's no such thing as a commoner marrying a prince charming or maybe a billionaire. We have our own circle and there's no way we would be attracted to those types of people. I want to laugh my ass off for people who believe in that.

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.

Who’s the throw away now? While Mother was still alive, we scoured every resource we could find. We looked for leprechauns in Ireland, hunted fairies in Germany, and tracked oil lamps for genies throughout Turkey and Syria. Nothing worked. All of them said that their wishes were just illusions, things that you could make others believe: riches, beauty, fame. Nothing they could do could make a true physiological change. For that, I needed a spell. And only a fellow witch could do that.

Joel merely chuckled, trying to win her over, and lightly patted Primrose's back before responding. "You said the content of the story didn't matter, right? Besides, fairy tales are products of imagination." Primrose continued to listen reluctantly, her eyes closed. The plot was beyond her imagination, causing her to turn her gaze toward Joel with a mixture of surprise and disbelief. "So, the young princess had to do chores like a servant under the rule of the stepmother, who was in charge of the kingdom. She had to do laundry and clean the house, and she was no longer allowed to wear beautiful clothes. Even during lavish balls, she wasn't allowed to participate and had to stay alone in her

All that she went through, All those moments in which she laughed and cried, ..Just a dream. She tries to combat the seething avalanche of tears that have been building up: "What do I expect?" Her story.. It was a tale of a villainess, overall. Villains don't have happy endings. An emotional exhaustion overwhelms her. Her throat holds back something between a sob and a shout. Then suddenly, she feels something sharp pressed against her leg, under the white sheets. When she reaches under to grab the item, her eyes widen.

On the other hand, Iridescent the ‘Heart Manipulator’ amped their attraction to each other. Indeed, it was a fairytale story in the making. The lovers lived in a happy bubble created by the fairies who interfered daily to mold their interactions to perfection. Gallus, dubbed as the Prince of Mischief at that time, disliked how things were. When people’s planned day turns into a bloody mess or bump into an unexpected hurdle, Faes would say: “Shoo away the Prince of Mischief, he’s the culprit.”