Realfantasy Stories

The girl wakes up from a dream ... a dream she never experienced ... a dream about the boy of her dreams .

Charles, a handsome man in his late twentys, finds out his mother got kidnaped. Now it's his turn to find the guilty one. Nothing is as it seems and Charles does not only have to fight the kidnapper but also his desires. This is a story showing the weekness that lies in everyone of us and the possibility of fighting.

Jane had fallen into a horrible situation she is the chosen one she has to control her powers.... but how? and she doesn't want the powers why? _-_--_--READ TO KNOW--_--_-_

Hillary stayed silent. " Hillary, Hillary what's the matter ?", I yelled to the phone. " Lucy, oh Lucy ... Lawrence has disappeared when he was walking home yesterday Lucy. Thalman was with him... But something's happened to him.. he's not sane anymore !" Lucy put down her phone... So many disappearances.. Will she be able to solve the mystery of Room no. 473 and bring back her friends? Will she be able to take the revenge of so many deaths ? Mystery ! Horror ! Adventure !

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After his wife's mysterious death, Ethan Harrison was a man living under suspicion. with two young sons to shield from gossip and lies,Ethan decided to move to the town of Devil's cove,where no one knew about his past.But he never planned on opening his heart to love again...till he met the indomitable Hannah Brennan. Hannah's job was to turn the grounds of Ethan's new home into lush gardens,but soon she found herself falling for the handsome and energetic widower.when Hannah's life was suddenly in danger,could she trust him to tell her the truth about his past...and their future??

It was the most beautiful day of my life when I first saw her probably the best day , It's the one moment I would never regret in my whole life, it doesn't matter what our relationship is, no it doesn't the only thing that matters to me that she's still with my, she's my trust, it was me who decided to trust her and it was her who kept it, I dedicate this new chapter to her couse she made my whole book a beautiful adventure 😊 and I love her more than I love myself She thought me a lot of things It's not particularly about our story but this one is for her I'm no writer but I love it It's the safest way to express my feelings This is all particularly depends on my feelings

WARNING: This is NOT your typical Social Media RPW. Because here, RPW is REAL. It EXISTS, but ONLY for those who shall live here. ______________________________________________________________ Description: This story is about a hidden amber. A completely normal girl who had no idea who she is and what she's capable of doing. A simple girl who wishes to be something extra. A precious amber living underneath a normal girl. She's sweet. She's kind. She's innocent. She's gorgeous. She's smart. She's perfect. But will she stay the same even after knowing that everything she's been having are lies? Will she still choose to be someone she's not? Can she accept her real identity? That She is, An amber, that is fated to destroy boundaries and change what is and will be done. She was Hidden because of a prophecy. She's Loathed for her destiny. She Bled with uncertainties. She ruled by clarity. "Be careful what you wish for BabyJane"

You ever notice how kids who grow up in the system seem older than they are? Like they've lived a hundred lives already and are just waiting for their souls to catch up. I guess that's what happens when you don't have parents to protect you from the harsh edges of life. You grow up fast or you don't grow up at all. Me? I lost my childhood innocence by age 4. That's when I realized no one was coming back for me. Once you accept you've been abandoned, something hardens inside. You stop trusting so easy. Start looking out for number one. I had to grow up quick to survive this place. Develop a humor armor to deflect the loneliness. If I didn't crack jokes, I'd have cracked up long ago. So that's why I talk like some old soul instead of the 12 year old I supposedly am. I've seen things no kid should see. Heard cries in the night from ones with memories darker than mine. Felt the gnawing ache of an empty belly too many times. You mature quick when basic needs aren't met. This is going to sound strange, but sometimes I get the feeling I don't really exist either. Like I'm just a character in someone's story. When I try to think back before the orphanage, my memories fade like a dream. Maybe this is all just a dream. Perhaps none of this is real. There's no brick building housing forgotten kids. No chapel where the nuns pray for our souls. No dark-haired boy with a wit beyond his years. That's why I'm writing to you. If you're really out there, then I exist too. Through your eyes, I become real. That's all I ask. Believe in me, so I know I existed. Maybe then I can find a way out of this void. I hear footsteps - the nuns are coming. I've said all I can say. My only hope is that you heard me. Thank you for listening. And goodbye, dear reader. Wherever, whoever you are.