Romantic Fairy Tale Novels & Stories

4 Fairy-tales are fiction. A well-told story with the sole purpose of soothing the heart desires of girls like Rose that had no one to save them. It was a very popular genre in the world of romance for good enough reasons. Many girls need saving. Rose had thought herself the luckiest girl in the entire world when she had met her prince. It didn’t matter that it was in the most unconventional manner. What made her heart flutter was how he looked at her with those sinful eyes of his. The way he touched her skin like he was afraid it would bruise, and the whispers of sweet promises against her temple.

Silly high school stuff from a girl who claimed not to believe in fairytales but still expected her life to turn out like one. Even after she’d been abducted, such fantasies persisted. After all, most fairytales had a dark period before the happily ever after. Cinderella had to flee the ball, Snow White ate the poisoned apple, but the Prince always showed up at the end to rescue the damsels in distress. She spent many hours curled up on the cold floor, imagining Hank busting down the door, sweeping her into his arms, and carrying her out of this hellhole.

Didn't they study about it? "Fairy is something like a beautiful lady that doesn't belong to this world. They have power and a beautiful face. They are not like us and they mostly live in the forest because they are the guardian of the forest. They took people and bring them to their kingdom once they took a liking to that person. Their beautiful appearance attracts many people, especially men," I explained to him and I feels like I am just explaining to a five-year-old child. "Ah, is that so?" Clauros said with a laugh. "There is nothing like that in this world. I don't know where you picked up that word. Even your explanation is very convincing."

Fairy-Struck: Several types of conditions such as paralysis, wasting away, pining, and unnatural behavior resulting from an enchantment laid by an offended fairy. Once upon a time; isn't that how all fairy tales begin? Except this isn't your average fairy tale. There are no charming princes or wicked witches within these pages, and the fair maidens are more deadly than any big bad wolf. This is a fairy tale in the truest sense of the words; a story about fairies... the real story.

Vivian glanced at him and sat inside. A few minutes later, they were in a movie theater eating popcorn while watching a romantic comedy. When the movie ended, she was about to walk out, but someone held her hand tightly. Jaime leads her up to the rooftop of the romantic Sky Rose Garden. Vivian gasped in awe at the roses decorating the rooftop, her eyes lost in the beautiful flowers as Jaime led her toward their table. "Do you like it?" He asked, taking the seat across from her. Vivian nodded quickly, forgetting about the upcoming dinner date with his parents. "It's beautiful. I've never been to a place as beautiful as this."

I could feel his eyes following me when I made my shameful exit on quaky legs which were a result of abhorring feelings for Orian. I think I have been in this bathroom for more than thirty minutes being super comfortable with trying to calm the butterflies that erupted In my belly because I felt like my fairy tale had just begun. It's a norm for fairy tales to have happy endings with singing forest birds and a lavish wedding with the Prince and princess riding off into the meadows with the prospects of a happier life. In my fairy tale, I wasn't whisked off and seduced by a prince. I was deceived and kidnapped by a dark lord who so happened to be my father's enemy while also being my soulmate

It was a new one by the way. Fairies easily get married. Mostly for connections, money, romanticism. But their vows aren’t supposed to last forever. Some may live like 1000 years, so the vows sound more like ‘till one get tired of another’ or ‘until one finds another fairy to love’. Or there may be specified the time 'for 50 years from now' and so on. Not the most beautiful part of being a fairy I know. Although there are exceptions. The king is supposed to have one queen and reverse.

The girl stared at me puzzledly while I stared at the person from one of my favourite story books Scarlette gave me. Scarlette gave me a book once. She said it was a fairytale book for kids but I truly enjoyed it. The story was about the sugar fairies in the land of sweetness. Sugar fairies mostly live to bake pastries and sweet things. They literally live for happiness and celebration, and were the creators of the sweet people. The story was about Apple, the princess of the sugar fairies and her sister, Candy. The Sugar Emperor had two wives and both had daughters on the same day but Apple was older. At first, they grew up as sisters who loved each other until their brother and heir to the

he hissed, “why are you playing along with this lunatic? Ask her where Damien is already!” The woman on the phone scoffed, loud and dramatic. “Oh, Carlos, you pure bastard. Don’t worry…your death will be the most miserable one yet.” Then she cleared her throat delicately. “Anyway. That’s the new fairy tale story I’m working on. Just shared it fresh to test the ending. And Olivia, since you mentioned a ladder… I think I’ll make the tower enchanted. Anyone who isn’t her one true love gets within ten feet? Poof. Turned to toast.”

** I was twenty-three and untouched. I wanted my first sex to be perfect. Not hurried, not done with a sick conscience, and not with someone who would abandon me. Something about loving fairytales as a girl inspired that belief. I could think of nothing better than the one man who would kiss my poisoned lips like Snow White, or rescue me from the witch like Rapunzel. I wanted to be sought like Cinderella, and to be lost like Alice in Wonderland.