Romantic Fairy Tale Novels & Stories

Mine, down to the slight asymmetry of the points. “Read it,” my mother said. I read it. The story only ran four pages. A huntsman loved a woman who was mated to another man, so he walked into the deep woods and traded a precious jewel to a witch, who traded back a charm. A silver crescent pendant, to be given to the woman as a gift. According to the fairytale, the princess put on the pendant and felt her initial mate bond grow dim, then dull, then disappear, until her heart sat hollow in her chest and she turned to the huntsman to fill it.

"Thanks for the food." "Its nothing, eat and rest okay, forget what I said earlier." She left my room after that, I took another fork full but stop on reaching my mouth, what if she's right, what if? I grabbed my phone and G****e 'fairies' A fairy (also fay, fae, fey, fair folk, or faerie) is a type of mythic being legendary creature found in the folklore of multiple European cultures (including Celtic Slavic, Germanic, English, and French folklore), a form of spirit, often described as metaphysical, supernatural or preternatural.......

I trembled, trying to keep from squirming but the pleasure was impossible to deny. Kieran slipped his tongue inside of me and his fingers massaged my wet folds, I was all over the moon as I threw my head back in pleasure. Suddenly, the clock large at the center of the village ticked and my heart jumped as the words of my fairy godmother came back to me. 'Go on and enjoy the night my dear child. Get the prince and bring yourself some peace... But remember as the night ends so must the illusion... By the last stroke of midnight, you must be home!'

While boys were not at all interested in it. Tina was sitting in our back with her minions. She said to her minions, "This transfer guy is going to be mine. I heard a lot about him that he is handsome and also rich". Priya and Supriya replied, "Ofcourse babes he is going to be only yours". Tina while flipping her hair back said, "I know". Ananya then whispered to me, "What a drama queen she is? She thinks that the whole world revolves around her. What a dumbo?" I chuckled at her words.

The special fairies were still interpreting the vision trying to find out what else the queen wanted to communicate to them. The fountain could only be found in the fairy realm which was badly damaged by the unseelies in their attempt to get their vengeance, but it was soo many years now and the place was filled with so many trees and bushes that had overgrown all over the place. They did not know where to begin with their search but they knew it was on the North side where the Palace was, it was the most damaged of all the regions that were there.

I grinned and added, "Okay, we'll start working on a novel called 'The Monster and the Flower.' Which I was working on. Because you already know I write fantasy romance, this novel falls into that category as well. Do you have any doubts about what I said?" He lifted his hand and stared at me like wanting me to pick him. "Stop teasing me and ask what you wanted to ask," I answered with a grin. He inquired, "Romance. I'm aware of what it is. But what exactly is fantasy romance?" "It is a work of fiction with mystical, non-human, and romantic aspects." "Like something from a fairytale?" Fairytale? Does he think I'm a children's book author? Don't be angry with him! He's your crush and has come

Pouting, I could tell she was close to crying, “Just read it to me, mama.” I took the book from her, it was titled Sleeping Beauty, and then I started reading, “Once upon a time, in a far-off kingdom, a beautiful princess named Aurora (also known as Briar Rose) was placed under a sleeping curse by a wicked fairy named Maleficent. The curse was meant to punish the king and queen for not inviting Maleficent to the princess's christening.” I paused and then continued.

Their fantasy is my reality, well almost. I suppose the part that they always miss out in those fairy-tales, is most princesses do not get to marry for love. Instead it's an arrangement formed in the name of peace. I am a part of the rare lucky ones, I get to choose my groom. Even if we do not fall in love, so long as we can respect each other and live in harmony, my life shall be one of peace.

Most of them, if not all, had a dark version of the truth. Like the infamous rumor about Cinderella. She never met an old fairy godmother. She was a crazy traumatized teenager and all that happened was in her head. There were no glass shoes, there was no beautiful dress that she wore to the kingdom. She never met the prince, never. The princes didn't search for a young lady who wore the finest gown and the glass slippers. The prince married one of her cruel stepsisters. All in her crazy head. Fantasy is suffering in disguise. It makes us want to dream of things that we know, will not happen in real life.

She chuckled to hide her embarrassment but maybe she was liking this impossible fantasy too! I didn’t know how to reply to that and kept staring at her. Her breath mixed with mine and I could smell our hot breathes. She turned her gaze back to the sky and taking in a deep breath she spoke, “You know when I was a kid, my mother used to read me fairy tales! Those story where there is always a handsome prince who falls in love with the princess, or the beast who falls in love with the beauty! Those stories made me believe from a young age that someday I will also find my prince who would love me and we will build our own world full of love and happiness!”