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.

Like when you're watching too much N*****x, you forget that it was just a month-free trial, so you have to pay for the next time. Happiness has prices, and everything will suddenly turn into nothing. Because who says you can stay happy in life? Maybe that's why it felt so surreal when I found out I was going to be famous--because people will take a part of it from you after you enjoy it. This is where I realized this is just a fantasy, and fantasies are not real. I felt the car turn slowly as I watched the beautiful city lights of Manila now glaring through the dancing trees. I wonder if those lights will fade once they find out who I really am, and all this time, this is not what I want to

—he nods to my stomach—“I’m it. And that means I need to take care of the three of you like I’m everyone. Enough. I don’t know.” There’s no hint of irony in his voice, no feigned sarcastic distance. He means this completely. He wants to be my—our–world. No secondary motive. And that doesn’t change anything. “You’re not it.” I stand slowly. He raises his eyebrows. I put my hand on my stomach. “They have both of us. I have myself. This fantasy you have—it’s impossible.” “So I can’t want it?” He climbs to his feet as well. “Not with me.” I shrug. “I lived my life behind walls. Now I’m out, and there is a whole, real world to explore. You could never be my everything because I won’t shrink my li

(UNTITLED) “STAY AWAY FROM HIM FROM NOW ON, FOR YOU ARE NOTHING, BUT A FLEETING FANTASY THAT SHOULD NOT EXIST IN THE FIRST PLACE. HE IS MINE AS HE WILL NEVER BE YOURS, REMEMBER THAT.” Somewhat poured with the coldest water with some ice floating in it, her world just crumbles down into nothingness as the promises are broken and her entire life becomes a tragic fantasy. “Pauleen.”

"Umm... Yeah... But now I am not" She narrowed her eyes at me before turning them back to the television. She was watching a fantasy story. "It never happens in real life. Why do you watch all this?" "Because this is my escape" "Huh?" "This is my escape from the real world. Imagination is full of magic, it can lead you to the places where no one can ever go, it can make you feel the things that you have never felt before. I know it is not practical but it helps me a lot in fighting my stress. And I guess these fantasies are far better than the realities of the world"

“I am sure that if I meet you again in another life, I would recognize you too.” He smiled. “Let us live this life together first, then we will live the next and the next and the next together until eternity.” “I never thought of you as the sentimental type,” she mused. “I was not sentimental until I fell under your spell.” “Oh, am I casting spells now?” “Yes, my Edvana. You have cast a love spell on me and I am now your servant.”

Crystal We all have big dreams—dreams we hope will come true, dreams that can change our lives forever. But we also have nightmares, and those can change our lives too. Right now, I’m living in my nightmare. Every day I wake up wondering, what’s next for me? Ever since I stood at the altar and said yes, my life has spiraled into chaos. And it’s something I have to live with.

You can see me everywhere and sometimes I'm like s poop. Parzeval: When the right time comes, you will see me. The fuck?! This is my first time gettin excited over something like this. I smile and I turn off my laptop. I don't want to use dirty tricks on him. I want everything to flaw in a normal way. I want to have a normal life right now. That's why I need to make a decision carefully. And I was thinking of cutting my cruel life into my fantasy world...

If only my mom was alive i won't be forced into this sham called marriage, if only she was alive i would have the best life ever. I walk over to the window, the empty garden below. It feels like a cage, just like this marriage. Just like my life. I press my hand to the cold glass, wishing I could break it into pieces, wishing I could escape. For years, I believed in fairy tales. I believed that one day, a man would sweep me off my feet and love me for who I am. But there are no fairy tales in real life. No prince. Only monsters. Max is a monster.

I glance at him before continuing. “You have your own fantasies. You know how it feels. It is like a need for something you can’t get. You are physically unable to get it; it is a pleasure of its own, and to achieve it, you have to act out your fantasy, but that is the thing, fantasies don’t always happen. Sometimes we have to learn to live with the fact it won’t and only have the mind to tell us how amazingly hot and sexy they would be.” I am talking freely, relaxed, and feeling like I can open up to him. His smile gets bigger.