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She nodded as an indication that she had given her permission. “You’re not allowed to watch such shows on TV anymore.” Mia was just a five-year-old. How dare she watch love stories on TV? Eva was determined to give Mia a lecture about it when they got home. She would be watching only cartoons from now onward. “You'll watch only cartoons from now on.” Mia pouted. “Even the prince listens to the princess in cartoons.” “That’s why it’s a cartoon.” Max began explaining it to her seriously, “Those are fairy tales. They're set in a perfect world that’s not like the real world. Someone imagined it.”

he exclaimed. “Yes.” Hierro nodded in affirmation. Iero suddenly recalled something from this conversation. “Right… I remembered that when I was young, my parents often told me about fairies, which made me fascinated by them.” He spoke as he recalled those times with a nostalgic smile on his lips. “My parents said that fairies are the children of nature, and they can control nature how they wanted to.” He said. “They can make trees bear fruits, and the crops grow fast until they are golden… they could also make the water in the river sweet for us to drink, and the fish fat for us to have our fill.” He looked at Hierro, who had a smile on his face, obviously agreeing to what he said. “So, whe

“The one about the lonely princess and the dragon who took her away.” “That one’s sad, honey. Let’s read something happier.” I reached for the book on my nightstand, a massive, leather-bound volume of classic fairy tales that I kept handy for nights like this. I opened it to a random page, settling on a story about a mischievous tooth fairy. My voice was soft and dramatic as I began to read. “...and the fairy, with a flick of her tiny tooth-shaped wand, transformed the hunter’s prize-winning hound into a perfect little frog...”

Next to it, I wrote: “Today Mom said there are fairies in the forest who can grant wishes. I want to find them and ask them to cure my illness, so Mom won’t have to work so hard.” On another page, I drew four little figures holding hands in front of a castle with a carousel nearby. Next to it, I wrote: My wish 1: Go to an amusement park with Mom, Dad, and Lucas. Ride the carousel. Mom said I would look really pretty in a princess dress. On another page, I drew a strawberry cake and a princess. My wish 2: “Have strawberry cake every birthday. Don’t let Lucas eat it… okay maybe just a few bites or he’ll cry again…”

"I drew her a picture last week, but I threw it away. I...I don't think I want to give her presents anymore." "That's okay," I said. "You don't have to give her anything except whatever you want to say." "What if I don't want to say anything?" "That's okay too." Madison looked up at me with those serious gray eyes. "Will you tell me a story? In the car? Something happy?" "Of course, sweetheart. What kind of story would you like?" "A fairy tale. But not the kind where someone gets locked in a tower. The kind where the princess saves herself."

We all nod in agreement with Johnny. “The other books that mention the amulet seem to mainly be Pagan, Norse, Celtic or Viking fairy tales. The more modern stories seem to be variations of these stories.” “What are the stories about?” I ask yawning. “Mainly light versus dark, that sort of thing, or adaptations of that story like most fairy tales really. I’m going to read through again when I get chance. But for now I have other things to work on” Just as Johnny called it a night and for us to go to bed Will walked in and scooped up Rae in his arms. They left giggling and I couldn’t help but think they were so cute. They looked the perfect pair, they complimented each other in every way it wa

"Isn't that what you used to tell me when we were in high school? About your fantasy, who always wanted to be one of a Disney's princesses with his prince charming–" "It was already stuff in the past. Please, do not make me remember such embarrassing things," she interrupted quickly, lowering her face as a way of hiding her face, which must have been blushing furiously now being seen by those around her. "To be a princess, eh? Well, that is every girl's dream, I guess," Isabella responded in a soft voice. "No matter what race you come from, fairy tales about kingdoms, princes, and princesses always manage to create their own imagination of people who feel resonant with them."

???'s POV Hazel grew up watching fairytales on Disney. She puckered her lips and kissed the Frog Prince with Tiana, just like Belle, she fell in love with the Beast. She and Gabrielle danced with Pocahontas in the wind, and she can't forget when she fought a war with Mulan. Fairytales had always been her thing. So her imagination conjured up what she thought the Fae World would look like; gold, silver, and shimmer everywhere. She even pictured pink talking clouds that tasted like cotton candy. But to her dismay, she wasn't prepared for the truth.

Modern Fairytale© 2020 by Dazzling Star. All Rights Reserved Disclaimer: This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Perhaps it doesn't support any act of violence or activities against society. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. DEDICATED TO ALL FAIRYTALE LOVER…❤️

I steadied my breathing, “Do you know that if you put in the same energy you use to read into school, you’d be a grade A student.” She stuck out her tongue at me in retaliation. “You really need to read this one; it’s about fairies and werewolves,” she gushed, “I can’t wait to meet an actual fairy.” “Fairies don’t exist, Leslie,” I said in a bored tone. “Of course they do,” she argued, “If they didn’t then why would people write about them?” “Because it’s a myth, and it’s fantasy, it sells well.” “Every myth is based on truth,”