Fantasy Make Believe Novels & Stories

“Your prince probably wakes up at five a.m. to do push-ups made of hundred-dollar bills. You’d better start training.” I flinched as she swung the spatula like a baton, sending a drizzle of jam across the room. The toast in her teeth wobbled dangerously. “Are you auditioning for a kitchen orchestra?” I groaned. “Because it’s terrifying.” I hurled a pillow at her. “Don’t you have school?” “Please. This is more important. You are living the collective fantasy of half the internet.” She perched at the edge of the bed, eyes gleaming. “Fake dating a rich, hot man with jawlines sharp enough to cut diamonds? This is literally W*****d come alive.”

My life would brighten, bolstered by sunshine and lollipops. Unicorns. Rainbows. I shake my head and bite my lip as I put the fantasy away for good. It can't happen. Ever. Hello readers, hope you guys are enjoying the book? Please remember to leave a comment and support the book. Thank you all.

I knew the secret now—but how was I supposed to expose it? Smash the wall open? No. That would only put me in the same humiliating situation as before, letting him twist the story and paint me as mentally unstable. Staring at the markings on the blueprint, a plan slowly formed in my mind. I spent several days preparing. Then I procured a special type of smoke compound—completely harmless, but with an incredibly strong odor, like sulfur mixed with rotten eggs. Even the faintest leak would fill a sealed space instantly. Another Wednesday evening passed. Marc texted to say the new line was entering final review. He and the core designers would be working late, and I shouldn't wait for him.

Makenzy started to say but trailed off unable to finish her sentence. “When this is all over, you should come back with us for a while. We can teach you about our magic and you can teach us about yours.” Makayla said, before the silence got too awkward. “That sounds nice.” Felan said. “What is the plan, where do we start?” Makenzy asked. Felan started making a daisy grow. “Wow!” Makayla said. “That is awesome.” Makenzy added.

On the third day of our captivity in the abandoned cannery, Adrian finally found me with his private security team. I clutched five-year-old Leah in my arms and stumbled toward the light. My coat had long since been torn to shreds, the soles of my feet were mangled by broken glass, and Leah curled against my chest, burning up with fever. Vera looked relieved to see me alive, but then suddenly turned and walked toward the kidnappers. "Vera, come back!" My voice was already hoarse from screaming. "They won't keep their word even after they get the money. Leah still has a fever. We need to call the police and get her to a hospital!" Adrian wrapped his arms around me from behind, his voice almos

"Wishes can be altered, morphed. If you wish to have lots of money, then I will bring you here and you'll have tons of gold money. If you wish for more clothes, then I'll still bring you here and give you plenty of dresses. If you wish for a certain person to love you, then I'll give you something better from here, a prince." "Why you....." It finally started to make sense. I had no choice in the first place! "But turns out you wished for something better! Wishing that you'll end up here! It made my task easier." She then let out a Santa-like laugh. Just like what people would say, 'be careful what you wish for'. "Say that I am playing along and believing what you just said. What was the pur

Para na kasi siyang iiyak sa lagay niya, eh. "Its about a roaming spirit that grants wishes." nakangusong kwento niya. Naghalumbaba at pinaglaruan ang pagkain. "Legends says that if you call out his name by exactly 11:11, he'll appear in front of you and will grant you a single wish." Ako naman itong napangiwi sa sinabi niya. Naipilig ko pa ang ulo ko at napatitig sa kisame May ganoon bang kwento? Parang ngayon ko lang narinig 'yun, ah.

Let's see now if he can fulfill my wish) He really kept me waiting. Honestly that explanation was bad but the keyword here is imagination. In other words I just have to picture an anime scene, a Gate and a cool creature. Let's see how this goes. I close my eyes and picture a scene then picture a gate and make a wish and then picture a creature.. wait what creature should I pick? I have too many cool monsters in my head. What should I do? A dragon? A Phoenix? A golem? Ah I can't think. All those creatures are cool. Ah this is a failure guess. I will think things through before I do this again. So I open my eyes and give up.

I was detached from reality, floating in the world of my creation. I ripped the photo from its frame and clutched it to my chest, making my way to Amihan's bed. I sat down and laid back, placing the photo on my chest. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to drift off into a world of make-believe. I dreamt of a life where Maxwell and I were together, our children running around us as we laughed and played. I wanted to stay in that world forever, to never wake up from the fantasy.

Which resulted in me always reading books and I was okay with that. When I was reading my books I would visualize the world that was described on the many pages in my hands. Dragons, castles, dystopian worlds, and so much more. The characters became my friends, enemies, and sometimes lovers. I imagined me living in the stories as an escape from my horrible reality. I would do it now, but I didn't think David will give me books I like. "I know there are a lot of options. How about the Lion King?" David asked.