Life Is Just A Fantasy Novels & Stories

He has a Jezebel as a wife and Brats for children. Now enough about them, now it’s about me. Life has always been unfair to me. I can literally count on my fingers, the number of times, I had been truly happy. And anytime I tried to be happy, Jesse, Declan or the Luna and all the guards and Desma pack members would gang up on me. So I decided that, since I couldn’t be happy, in real life, I could be the happiest in my dreams and Fantasies. Truly Life is always the best in dreams.

Until dawn crept through the curtains. Until the package arrived. Until tomorrow became today. And the fantasy The forbidden, addictive, all-consuming fantasy Became forever. Fade out on the snow. On two new passports lying open on the dresser. On two gold bands glinting in the wea k morning light. On her moan soft, satisfied as he whispered against her skin: “The fantasy never has to end.”

Then, after a pause, she added, "I do have a favor to ask. Please don't tell anyone that I'm still alive—not even your husband." What was gone was gone, like a day that had already ended. There was no reason to look back. Jacinta agreed without a moment's hesitation. She smiled at Lucy and then at Finn, offering the same quiet understanding. "Women understand each other in ways men don't. Don't worry, I won't say a word." Lucy felt something shift inside her. Without lingering on small talk, she waved goodbye to Jacinta's daughter and then returned to her seat beside Finn. He, as always, looked unbothered. Scrolling through his phone, he glanced at her casually. "I read about this great brea

Nyra It took me two days—and way too much late-night scrolling—to find anything solid about Fantasies. Most of what I found online was vague, broken, or so cryptic it might as well have been written in Morse code. People online just kept repeating the same thing: It’s not for everyone. Which, of course, made me want it more. I was huddled in the break room, elbows on the table, completely absorbed in a thread called “What really happens at Fantasies,” when a voice cut through the silence.

She singsonged, waiting but no one appeared like they usually do in the movies. Or maybe it was one of those her fantasy dreams come to life. Maybe she had been trying to hard to forget about her miserable life that her brain decided to come up with some sort of entertainment to keep her occupied. But of all entertainments, did it really have to be this one? I mean, she the universe could've done better. It could've found a way for her sister to get better or better still, return her back to her former life because really, what's the meaning of all this? Her life must've been so boring to the extent that someone barged into her house to order her to move in with him. The audacity!

And I was forced to watch my fantasy break into a million pieces. Casual sex, orgy parties and drugs… I swallowed hard. Reality was catching up real fast. It's true, what they said: the display screen is merely the window to a world of illusion; a world that only lives in your imagination. Rum is just an ordinary guy, no different from Giles, the male models, actors and singers. I pictured the most beautiful and vibrant version of Rum in my mind and thought sadly, You’re just the same. ***** “I hate what you’re wearing.” Rum swallowed the water in his mouth and exhaled, casting a frown of disapproval at me. “What the fuck is it?”

I might not survive that. I yawned noisily and stretched my hand above my head when I was finally ready to get up. I picked my phone from the nightstand and double tapped to hit play to my last played song. It was Romeo's voice that emitted from the speakers. Soft like the clouds, smooth like the surface of a still lake. I smiled and whipped the cover away from my body like a cartoon character ready to take the day by storm. Sometimes fantasy is the way to happiness. Why should I be in this boring reality when I could soar into cloud nine living my dreams?

“That’s what I keep on thinking about— if everything will still fall into place just as we wanted.” Just as I wanted. I had imagined myself being in a certain situation. In a situation that anyone who knew what shits had been going on in my life would think of it as plain delusion. I just liked to imagine it. In my own fantasy land. The picture of the life I desired that I knew wouldn’t come true. It was sad thinking about it, at the same time, it was also relieving because it calmed the chaos in my head.

I saved myself! "What does that have to do with me?" Cathedra blurted out. Diane stared at her coldly. "Why are you one of those liars, Cathedra? Why do you write of a fantasy life where everyone lives happily ever after like there's no sadness in the world at all? Do you want to live a fairy tale life so much that you would do anything to live out your fantasies? So much that you force upon others your delusions of seeing things that are not real at all?"

The hunger in my veins hummed like a radio on low. I collapsed against a tree and let myself breathe like a person who'd been given a reprieve but not a pardon. Rain started—soft at first, then harder, a curtain meant to wash things clean. For a second I imagined it did—washed the blood, the mud, the need. For a second I thought of other things: of coffee that didn't taste like poison, of a bed that didn't creak with old sins. Those were small, foolish fantasies. I let them go, because fantasy and I have an agreement: it distracts you long enough to get you killed.