Original Disney Stories Grimm Brothers Novels & Stories

"No, please don't. You swore on your life that you wouldn't tell them ever in your life." "Like I said, I'm sorry, darling," Joseph ignored her, then turned to Lynn. "You can extend the story as long as you want, but since I don't have much time, allow me to shorten the story. So, let's hear it, shall we?" he leant at his chair lazily. "Once upon a time, there were two brothers. They had a father who was an evil monster and a mother who was vulnerable to him. But with all of their problems, the brothers tried to be happy in their life and they almost were, until one day they both had the same dream. From the dream, they revealed a horrible, horrible truth."

“Why did you change your name to Wiggy? Why is your brother being so bad? Why don't you guys protect each other? In the fairy tale, it is written that you two are very close, fighting together for the welfare of the country." "Remember one thing, Philly. Never believe in fairy tales written by humans. The fairy tales have been modified in such a way as to have 'exemplary value', like my story with my brother. Our fairy tales were made as learning materials, symbolizing the harmony of siblings in managing a great country. Tch, it's all a fake,” explained Wiggy, his face looking sad, but also annoyed. "Then what happened?" Wiggy shrugged. “Typical story. When we were little Edmund and I got al

Ten-year-old Bree chimed as Emma looked over her shoulder worriedly. “That’s nice, sweetie. Why don’t you tell me about that mermaid story again?” “I hate that story. Can I tell the one about the wolf?” Bran chimed in. “Wolf?” Patrick asked as Brinna looked out the window and saw another animal running alongside their vehicle. “Yeah, the one that eats the girl in the red hood.” “Mommy, I don’t like that story. It is scary.” Bree snuck at the rolling landscape and saw the scary animal with sharp teeth sneering at her, so she pretended to look forward and saw her parents exchange a look.

Ciel asked reading my mind. “I’m not sure. When we met she told me a story about the gods of old that involved two brothers. It was the story of how werewolves and vampires were created. I remember that part, but the retribution and all that other stuff I’m not sure. What does that story have to do with this?” I mused aloud. Me and Ciel just stared at each other as the list of questions without answers continued to grow. * * * * *