Unfinished Tales Novels & Stories

Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Synopsis Violet Fairy tales are just stories told to small girls, who then start dreaming about their prince charming who never comes when you most need him and then you realize the difference between dreams and reality. In real life there are only monsters and villains, who laugh and do evil things that you can't wake up from. Because your life is a nightmare you never thought it would be. I lived in that nightmare, and lost everything. My dreams. My heart. My soul. My body. And my voice.

They were a passing thing. Yanta looked at the notices that were hanged on the notice board. The notices read: “Darrish Drinkwell, our greatest storyteller, is returning to scene with a second tome of his Tales Untold. The Hartin and Dartin Company are planning to publish a legend book. We will ask Drinkwell to write one more, if he accepts, well, you know the rest. Plan in advance, good folk; this is an opportunity unlike any other. You won’t cheaper copies that ours.

I stayed up in my room reading the black book don gave to me some time last week but i realized it was the translated version of what Claudia told me about. For the hundredth time that day I glanced through the list of allies whose names were inscribed in the book and i was totally lost cause no name seemed familiar and i was frustrated cause I didn't know who I could trust. Fuck everything felt like a dead end. I cursed and raked my hands in my hair. I shut the book and groaned in frustration. I was disrupted by the soft knock of someone. Immediately I figured out it was Esmeralda I hurriedly cleared my bed from the files and other stuff that didn't need to be seen by her.

A happily ever after. The End

(Translation: Well, Grandma, I think so she might not even know who a prince is? Urvashi and Inaayat are of same age. When they three years old Dadi used to narrate them different types of fictional stories about prince and princesses and how prince saves the poor girl from her cruel family as always but Inaayat never heard of them because they used to discard her from this side of haveli after the work gets completed. Inaayat didn't pay much attention to their conversation because she was never the one to eavesdrop. She was silently concentrating on her own work but Urvashi was intentionally going deeper into the topic to earn some reaction out of her because she likes to bully her.

Ascott smilingly relayed at her. "Did she read my mind? But hey, I think she's really a cool woman because she treats her workers really well..." Kate thought to herself again. "It's up to your conscience if you're going to do something bad while you're inside the Ascott Mansion. Let me tell you a quote from my favorite American painter and writer, Mr. Walter Inglis Anderson: "Trust is like a vase, once it’s broken, though you can fix it, the vase will never be same again..." So, try not to break the trust, so that we can have a long, harmonious relationship. I hope I made myself clear?" the old Madam stated.

Whatever it was, it had to be enough to keep the boredom at bay. In the new world, there wasn't much work for Fortunates. The Unfortunates took care of everything. They did the farming, ran the shops, and waited hand and foot on the Fortunates. They did the repairs, cooked the food, and cleaned the houses. Every Unfortunate was born with a number, and every Unfortunate had a place. It was located and dealt with if one wasn't where it was meant to be. Tracking them was a mammoth job, so that was outsourced to the moderators.

But the question that haunted me more than their creation was how they got in. Siege is protected. Sealed. Cloaked. This shouldn’t be happening. We only responded to the scream of a student. By the time we arrived, three beasts were already feasting on his lifeless body, tearing through flesh like it was nothing more than fruit. I fought them off single-handedly, bones crunching beneath my claws and jaws. But for every one I killed, three more appeared. Like a curse unfolding in real time. This… This was the "bad" little Leister warned me about. Not that I hadn’t believed him—there was something too haunted in his eyes for me to dismiss his words—but I hadn’t expected it to arrive this soon.

I am so worried about Esther, her case made me remember that of my aunt that died many years ago, i was still in high school when she died, her death was so painful that anytime i remember it, my heart bleeds, she was killed by her Husband, she was earning more than him and so he wasn't happy about it, he will seize her ATM cards, her cars and everything she owned, she was practically begging him to use her own money anytime was in need, she thought it was going to end if she got him a higher paying job but it became worst, after he started earning money, she started moving around with different girls, it broke my aunty’s heart but she couldn't confront him because she was scared him, one da

Fine. A text notification chimed. Nelly: So??? How did Operation Seduction go??? I sent back a single, tearful emoji. My phone rang instantly. “That bad?” she asked, her voice softening. I narrated the disastrous events--the candles, the petals, the lingerie, the snoring. To my mortification, she burst into laughter. “Oh, honey, no! It’s tragic! I’m sorry, I shouldn’t laugh. It’s just so… Kwame.”