Magical Love Story Books Novels & Stories

There are rare moments when Raihana’s eyes sparkle like that these days. “You mean dress to excite a certain something?” Skyla cackles. “I hope his pants are loose, so it isn’t too obvious!” “Sky!” I scold, blushing. Delsanra chuckles. “I hate to say this, but I love the idea. I heard of a queen once who attended her lover’s engagement…” She smiles and I know who she means, Mama… I always wanted a love story as great as theirs. Somehow, I seem to be getting all the pain that came with it too… but does it mean in the end I will have my knight in shining armour? Why does my heart still hope, although it just hurts me?

One chance to keep her from assuming it’s a mistake and asking if anyone is looking for it, ruining any chance we have of keeping the events of the Haze a secret. I write her name at the top of the page again. I’ve been trying to use Father’s words, but maybe that’s not the right way. Before Mother’s death—before she even got sick—she used to read to me at night sometimes. Her favorite was a story about a princess locked in a tower and a prince that visited her every single day even though neither of them could find each other during the Haze to confirm they were each other’s true mates. Every day, they talked for hours. How to get her out, and what they would do when they could. They tried

The forest slowly died, the tree crowns hung as though on a tired neck and the colors turned grey from decay. Their families came together to save what was left and decided to let the two lovers wed- this was the short version of the story but one thing I noticed was that I smiled through every page. It was painfully beautiful and magical, a romanticized world where love overcame everything. I closed the book and put it under her pillow to make sure it was safe before I left the room. Heading back to the main tower was difficult, it felt like I was voluntarily leaving behind a peaceful oasis to head back into Darian’s claws.

Every story has a beginning, some good, some bad, mine has never been a happy one, no matter who, or how I tell it, nobody will believe me. I can't rely on the people in my life, My parents ignore me, or are cruel to me, my friends are unreliable, and aren't trustworthy either. So what happens when I turn 16 years old, and run away from my problems to another world, only to find myself in the same magical world I played make belief in as a kid? With heartbreak at every turn, and a possible new relationship on the horizon, what could possibly go wrong in this world that hasn't happened to me on Earth?!

I was not lucky. In a place where food was scarce, clothes were thin, and even the smallest mistake earned scolding and beatings like a prisoner, my childhood was truly dark. And then, Majori appeared like sunlight in the night, like a warm and safe ray sent down to guide someone lost in the forest who could not find their way out. We grew up together. Majori showed me what family meant, what warmth and safety felt like. When we turned eighteen, when our wolves appeared, we realized we were mates. I had never been happier, but that was when the tragedy truly began.

It felt like I was a page ripped out from one story and forcefully pasted in your book of life. Mom brought storybooks of princesses and prince, angels, demons, mermaids, fairies, magic and whatnot to make me believe that magic exists. And like Cinderella, one-day Kirito will come to my place and take me away to a huge castle and angels would guide our way forever.

“Isn’t it the same with the knights? I wouldn’t mind being escorted by one if I happen to have a chance.” “Oh my, you all are a bunch of newbies. Don’t you know that the appeal of a mysterious mage is more than enough to be grateful for? Imagine a night full of excitement and magic.” Oh man, even in this world you really can’t get rid of human nature and habits, huh. I was not surprised that girls in this world are also fangirling over handsome-looking men. I mean, don’t we all? I started to chuckle, and then finally caught my attention, this familiar description of my favorite mage character in one of the books I used to read a lot. It was titled, ‘The Four Roses and the Butterfly’ which wa

* Book 1: Billionaire’s Ex-Wife & His Hidden Babies (Brandon & Sophia’s Story) Book 2: My Mate is a Witch (Caroline’s story) Book 3: The Rejected Luna: Daddy, Where is Mommy? (Calvin’s Story) Book 4: Fated Mates: Love Over Everything (Liara’s Story) Book 5: His Caged Princess (Tiara’s Story) [Upcoming by the start of Feb 2023] * Stories related to these books. Book 1: Her Unloved Mate (Vince & Crystal’s Story) Book 2: My Bride is Not a Human (Cade & Andrella’s Story)

"Will you read me a story?" She nods, forcing a smile. "If you want. Which story would you like?" "Don't know. Your favourite." "Alright." She opens the book. It is tattered and worn, the binding ready to fail. Some pages from the back are missing and all are yellowed, crisping at the edges. The cover, battered and scraped as it is, is bright, in brilliant jewelled colours; an image of a prince in fine silks and a beautiful girl, riding a flying carpet over a magical city.

I shrugged it off and left the book and began to look for some other books. Suddenly I heard a sound, then I looked up and my eyes widened. I saw that the bookshelf was about to fall upon me. I got scared and put my both hands above my head and closed my eyes and screamed. But nothing happened. I opened my eyes and saw that Jake stopped the bookshelf from falling upon me. He was holding the huge bookshelf. Wait how was it possible? He was holding the huge bookshelf without any difficulty. But it was not easy for a normal person to hold it.