Fractured Fairy Tales For Adults Novels & Stories

Sorry for not introducing myself earlier on. You can call me “The Diwata”. It’s our local term for a Fairy Enchantress. Try to imagine me as a full-grown woman, but I’m actually a Fairy. So no, I do not look anything like Disney’s Tinkerbell. I will be your storyteller in all the stories in the book. And just like everything you read here, it’s up to you to decide which is real, and which is not…

I'd seen him maybe from across a room, in the school hallways, on the ice while he played hockey—but never… never this close. "K-Kade," I breathed, my heart pounding hard in my chest. "W-what are you—" "Seems like you forgot something." He cut me off as he unfolded his hands and revealed a shard of the glass cup that broke earlier. "Oh." I swallowed again. "That." "Looks familiar, doesn't it?" He smirked, still holding firmly onto the shard as he waved it across my face. "It's not… I can explain." I hurriedly and anxiously said. "I didn't mean to—"

Thirty stories. Thirty forbidden desires. Thirty moments that can change everything. Not every desire is meant to be confessed. Not every secret is meant to be uncovered. But once temptation takes hold, some lines become dangerously easy to cross. Behind closed doors and innocent smiles are secrets waiting to be revealed. Every story in Sinful Whispers explores the dangerous space between temptation and self-control, desire and consequence, attraction and regret. From unexpected encounters and hidden passions to forbidden attractions, secret affairs, dangerous obsessions, and choices that can never be undone, these thirty tales take you into worlds where boundaries blur and temp

she sat at the pile of fake rings and started filling all her ten fingers. “It was dark, then it was bright, then dark again. There’s a slide, weeeeee, and then it was dark again. Then the fairy took a big rock and smash it on the floor and black stars appeared. It’s magic,” she told her story animatedly. I saw Dem rolled his eyes in boredom but there’s his origin story right there. With a little mystic powers and romance, it will surely hit the market like a comet from the outer space.

He said he was going to kill me after fucking me. My mind grew lighter, my thoughts became hazier, and I almost didn’t notice the way his body shifted. Moving away from mine.He removed his hand and backed away.It took me a few seconds to realize that he wasn’t standing on top of me anymore. And then I felt his touch on the insides of my legs.“Tell me, puppy, why do you sleep naked?” His voice was gentle, and so was his touch.“Because it makes your sleep better.”A spank landed on my thigh.“And is good for your skin,” I continued.Spank hit the other one as well.“Now, puppy, tell me again.” He took a break. “But this time without lying.”I grinned. If he wasn’t a fucking killer, we would’ve gott

She was beyond my dream girl, she was my ultimate fantasy. I was struck. She WAS my fantasy, my dream girl. But how often do fantasies manage to make the transition to reality and survive? Not many. Most fairy tales didn't start the way they read now. The evil stepmother in Cinderella, for instance. In the original version she was forced to dance in red hot shoes until she died. Most were tales designed to scare the shit out of kids and keep them safe at home. It got a lot more complicated when I got home. I sighed when I saw the car in my driveway.

She let it remind her that the forest’s story was not yet finished, even if shadow seeped from every crack. Her jaw set. If there was defiance buried in the soil, she would match it. The visions came without warning. Her palms had barely brushed the oak when her mind was seized. The grove vanished. The world itself split open beneath her feet. She saw fissures cracking through the earth, jagged and bleeding. They opened like wounds, raw and black, spewing forth a darkness that moved like liquid fire. The ground quaked, splitting trees apart as though they were kindling. Roots snapped with the sound of bones breaking. The sky fractured with it, the horizon bending until light itself bent wron

When will I get a break? “This is getting beyond ridiculous,” I say to Leah, who smiles but says nothing as I carry on ranting “Werewolves are not real, for god’s sake; they are just a fairy tale; what is wrong with these people? What kind of example are they setting for their children believing in these silly fantasy stories?” Leah seems upset as she whispers, “Yes, werewolves are nothing but silly stories.” she stands up and leaves me alone with my thoughts, and leaving me wondering if I have upset her; I forget that Leah is still a child, one that obviously still believes in fairytales herself

He warned her and threw her away. Caroline didn’t sleep the next night because it was a huge insult for her. And now she planned for a REVENGE. She wanted to destroy my dad and his children but in a way that no one would ever know.The next morning, she woke up early and prepared breakfast for everyone which made my father really happy. “How’s the breakfast Anna and Zac?” “It's really delicious.” Zac smiled

“Always close your doors tightly, milady,” She nodded so he decided to turn and walk away. In one more moment, he looked back at his young and lovely wife before he transformed into a beastly creature and started to run on four feet back inside the cloak of the dark forest. *A/N* Rated 18 mature story. This story is inspired by a well-known fairytale with a dark twist in it. Yeah, it is the slutty, erotic version of Little Red Riding Hood popularly written by a French author, Charles Perrault and popularized by the Grimm Brothers as well. As you can see, it has a spice and magical twist but also a spark of young romance. Please comment with your feedback so I would know if you like it and do