Life Is Just A Fantasy Novels & Stories

Sil said with her mouth full of cookie bits. “Yes.” “So, this place is magical?” I asked trying to piece things together. “Don’t be silly. It’s just glamour. A trick to human eyes.” “Please, by all means, call us humans even if you’re not one of us.” I told her sarcastically. “People then. If you prefer it that way.” She said catching on my sarcasm. Sill tried to hide her smile but I saw it. “Daylight, I don’t know you but seeing that my brother has I’m guessing he met you in one of his hysterical dreams.” She stood. Daylight looked at her.

Mama and I went through a lot even when I was young. And not even once I dreamed of a prince charming that would come and save me. Because in my mind ... I know vaguely. I knew it was impossible. There is no prince charming that will cause my life to change. No kind and rich man would pick me up in the mud. It's all just a fantasy. A mere dream. A fucked up fairytale that everyone is wishing to have. But right now ... staring at this man in front of me who's clearly not as soft as a prince charming, I thought someone's beliefs could change. That someone could just change my outlook on life.

It's all a fantasy. Fable has been my escape. An unhealthy one. A safe pretend world where I could bury myself. Just like how Zee cried after she finished the final Harry Potter book, or how Jamie bases so much of her worth on the fictional version of herself that lives across a thousand Instagram pics, in the comments and likes of a thousand strangers. Just carefully constructed lies to comfort and lull. Dreams.

Ji Soon wishes her to live a normal life like others. After Ji Soon said Bo Ra started to worry that she was not leading her life calmly like others. Dong Jun said, “Don’t be worry about what Ji Soon said earlier. Your life is normal like us.” But she started to think what other people do in her age. She thinks others would go for a job or studying in colleges. They go on dates with their boyfriend. They hang out with their friends. They lead their life happily without worries. Their worry is about why I missed the bus, why my boyfriend didn’t pick me up, why am I getting pimple, why my teachers giving me a lot of home works.

He still would not let me in the library though. It was my 22 birthday, and Amara (age 22), Blake (age 26. He had stopped aging 6 years ago.) , and Anthony wanted to take me out to watch a movie. They said it would be worth watching. It was a movie about a man who went to hell to save his wife. They said it was old, but good. The name of the movie was “What Dreams May Come”. It made me cry at the end of it. After the movie we all went our separate ways. Amara had to go to college classes, and Blake had a job as a bodyguard for a client. He wasn’t allowed to tell much about his job. Well he told Anthony, but not me and Amara.

a powerful one. "You think you are a fairy? A face so bright that could make any fool human fool with silver wings. The festival dress of petals and spreading happiness all around you. This is not a movie, babe. This is real life... where people have the hearts of stone. They only think about themselves... money, love, sex. Nothing more, nothing less." "You are living in a fantasy, Althea," said Katrina scoffing. With a wave of her hand, Althea broke the vases of flowers on the floor.

"Yeah, and Jeremiah and Ezekiel do not let me forget it. How the hell was I supposed to know they like sharing women and would take me saying I wanted to fuck two men as an invitation?" "Oh my God," a woman gasps from the table next to us. I look over and see her hand coming to her neck, as if she's clutching invisible pearls. "You know it sounds hot." Laury laughs, and the woman turns away as Laury continues, "But the issue is that fantasies are fantasies for a reason. To give you something to wish for, not to actually follow through with. Because then, the fantasy turns out not to be what you thought it would."

For her, I had given up on my dream of being a pianist. Yet, the moment Wilson appeared, he turned everything I had ever done into one big joke. When I didn't reply, the doctor went on, "Mr. Chance, it's best if you have family around to support you when undergoing chemotherapy. Does your wife know about this?" Raising my head to lock eyes with him, I answered calmly, "My love is dead." One hour later, I stumbled my way out of the hospital using the walls as support. Once some color had returned to my ghastly pale face, I took out my phone to call my younger brother's caretaker.

Her migraine is greeting her again like an old friend due to these several revelations. Honestly, she’s already perplexed if she’s hearing the right words. Or should she lessen the number of hours she spent in the attic daydreaming alone? Perhaps daydreaming has gone to bankruptcy by now due to the fact that she’s no longer accepting job offers from Mr. Daydreaming. How could she do that when her family just revealed that they’re life-siphoning beings and the other was a huge dog wrapped in fur and ornamented with fangs and claws? Nonetheless, she’s definitely plummeting into the world of fantasy—if only it was fantasy.

I praise Him most of all for turning the evil situation that had been hell pressed to do worse than just simply kill me, into a life made so full with happiness that I could never have asked for as much as He had given to me. In truth, my life had become a fantasy. A dream come true. Glancing back into my mate’s eyes, I could see that the same was true for him. I was well and truly his fantasy.