Romantic Fairy Tales Novels & Stories

"Are you lying?" She chose to not answer and just hug him tighter. "Do you know what fairytales are, Zoren?" "You told me about them—made-up stories that are filled with lies to hook the viewers with their movie, right?" "Yes," she nodded. "But I haven't told you how magical and wonderful fairytales are. They are stories that can captivate your heart and stay there for a very long time, sometimes forever." "That's amazing, then." "Yeah," she nodded. "You are my fairytale."

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

"Okay. But you have to promise me one thing." "Whatever it is." Ana smiled. "Promise not to do anything dangerous and go home immediately after you found whatever you want to find." Darice said softly. "I promise. If I feel that my search is dangerous then I will return home immediately." Ana made a promise. "If you break your promise I will stop being your friend." Darice threatened. Ana laughed. "Okay, okay. I will keep that promise. I really feel sorry for you if I don't become your friend anymore. You won't have any friends, right?"

In the evenings, around the hearths of home, we teach the rules by which we share this world with the brethren through story. Tales of lovers separated by misfortune, the vain punished with disfigurement, of knights enchanted into forever sleep, and of princesses locked into towers. We seek out Seers to foretell the future, and mages to bespell swords, but are wary of the Fae with their costly altruism and deceptive beauty, the mischief of household imps, and sirens who sing ship to wreckage.

???'s POV Hazel grew up watching fairytales on Disney. She puckered her lips and kissed the Frog Prince with Tiana, just like Belle, she fell in love with the Beast. She and Gabrielle danced with Pocahontas in the wind, and she can't forget when she fought a war with Mulan. Fairytales had always been her thing. So her imagination conjured up what she thought the Fae World would look like; gold, silver, and shimmer everywhere. She even pictured pink talking clouds that tasted like cotton candy. But to her dismay, she wasn't prepared for the truth.

It must have been hard for him to take a backseat for me. Rhys nodded his assent and Liz sighed heavily. "The Accords existed long before the Fall. In the days of magic and tales. Some women, and occasionally men, would find themselves in situations that mirrored old stories that came from the Supernatural world. Cinders Ella, Rapunzel, Sleeping Beauty, the Brave Little Tailor." She glanced at Robbie. There was seriously something between them. "All stories collected by the Grimm's, written down, assessed." Robbie continued for her. "All of these tales repeat themselves, continuously. In a loop. Until we are all living some variation. Either the happy ones, or the sinister."

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.

"Let me tell you a story, sweetheart." "Once upon a time, there was a princess called Karina who had been locked up in a mystical tower her whole life by the fairies. You see, the fairies stole her when she was a baby. The fairies said she was too beautiful to be shown to the world, you know as beautiful as you," he pinched her cheek which made the girl giggle before he continued.

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."

Sighed my dad. "Aww. Don't be sad. You've got a wife that is much prettier. And don’t worry. I'll take good care of you. Alright?” “What do you mean by saying “Much prettier” Fumed Anna. “If you're saying that you'll replace our mom then let me tell you that it's never going to happen!” “No dear I didn’t----” “Anna go to your room!” My father interrupted Caroline as she tried to clarify the matter. Anna ran from the hallway with teary eyes.