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Modern Fairytale© 2020 by Dazzling Star. All Rights Reserved Disclaimer: This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Perhaps it doesn't support any act of violence or activities against society. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. DEDICATED TO ALL FAIRYTALE LOVER…❤️

While Vincent was busy learning about business and caring for his education, the young girl would often sneak into his house and climbed through his window, since his room was on the first floor. The young girl was always dressed in white dresses with lace and she always had this white tiger doll she used to carry around even after she became a teenager as if it was her most precious possession. At first when they started getting close, he did not really pay too much attention to her because although she was incredibly beautiful even at such a young age, he found her personality to be a bit unbearable.

She trained the fake smile on the old man–who she was sure was in disguise–who stood in front of them, his eyes roaming over her with undiluted lust. “Alenjadro, it is so nice you could make it,” Sandro said with a huge smile plastered on his face. He let go of Lilith temporarily to shake hands with the man. “I couldn't miss your call, don.” the older man said, his eyes never leaving Lilith. “Who is this chick?” He asked, clearly unable to take it any longer. “My newest toy,” Sandro said. He leaned down and kissed her neck, leaving no stone unturned in ensuring the other man got his clear warning.

He's a dumb jock and they tend to be big mouths and gossip kings . After a while of long silence and weird looks from both Tyler and Nick, I finally got an answer. "Okay." Tylers expression quickly changed, and he smirked, shrugging his shoulders as if it was 'no big deal' and 'easy' to be my fake girlfriend. "Whaaaaat ?" I let a fake giggle slide from my lips. Oh no. No no no no no! Please no. "I said I'll do it." He gave me a flat look as he shrugged, acting like it's nothing. I felt like vomiting. Were we actually going to do this? Oh god...

Sabrani drew closer to Lisa. Lisa immediately slammed the spoon on the table. "But it's a lie! Ask Mimin to feed!" Lisa pointed at the lunatic in their village, a woman dressed as a child's doll and super thick powder who liked to hang out at crossroads. Sabrani was disappointed and returned to focus on finishing his breakfast. "Bang Alif, there's a new movie. Cool. Hua Mulan. That's a pretty girl like Lisa." Lisa returned to Alif. Alif finished eating and drank his coffee. "Well then?"

"I'm not done teasing the particulars out of this gloriously titillating nugget yet! Like how your mysterious new fur baby fits into this whole 'training your ghostwriter in the language of unbridled sensuality' scenario you've evidently orchestrated..." I felt my shoulders slump in resignation, knowing she'd only pester me relentlessly now that more wayward trails had opened in her scheming imagination. Lilly had that distinctive whiff of a fresh scandal sweeping through the rumor mills - except this one appeared tailor-made for her own inexhaustible entertainment. Unfortunately for me. "Smoky is just a kitten I adopted today," I corrected with a weary sigh, already anticipating the litany

Something irreparable, but coverable: with smiles, with pretty looks, with good gestures. She doesn't lie, she hides the truth. She doesn't say anything, and she yells a lot in complete silence. She is the absolute image of the controversy. The good, which must be bad by nature. The beautiful thing, that it is completely broken. The strength, which has weaknesses. The quiet girl with books and loud music, who goes out to a party to get high. The promiscuity, that she does not like to kiss. The life that is not real. The life that is invented. The life that must be lived out of obligation. The fake life she invented in her dreams to survive.

she dropped her raised shoulders "Really,im not sure"Malia said with no expression on her face "It's meant to be just three days and you are saying one month" "Oh my God, Isabel so you really wanted us to...... Jesus Christ"Malia faked a gasp "Hmmm, that came out wrong"Isabel said grinning "Thank goodness,mum and dad are not around to witness this rubbish or taste from it"Malia told them "I would have been glad to poison them by my own hands"Isabel snarled

“The terms. The arrangement. The… fake love story we now have to parade to the entire world because I couldn’t handle being humiliated.” Dante leaned back against the sofa, watching me like he was waiting for a performance. “Go on.” Fine. He wanted rules? He’d get them. “Rule One,” I said, pacing the length of the suite. “We sell it. All of it. The public wants a fairy tale, so that’s what we’ll give them. Photos, kisses, handholding, the whole charade. If we’re in a room together, we look like a couple that can’t keep their hands off each other. No exceptions.”

Though, I doubted we would be sharing much besides a last name and a vacation to Italy. "That's everything I need. Thank you, Mr and Mrs Cartelli. And congratulations." "Yes, congratulations," the officiant added. I smiled at them as they exited the room, none the wiser to the real situation at hand. We'd completely lied to two people of importance about our love for one another, and it felt like I should be put into a jail cell right away. Or slapped. "Wonderful job, Rosanna," said Leo, once they were gone. "I almost believed you'd had some warning." His smile was sweet but edged, as he glanced at my father.