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Do you believe in fairies?

It was like a fairytale to her Rosella Edward and him the young Grey Milestone it was like a nightmare that he had to wake up from. Whichever it was they were both hunted and wanted an escape from it. Since the fairytale became a horror to her and the monster man that was on their trail and was gonna kill them, they needed an escape!

The struggle was his alone, he had to fight, and go through the pains, heartbreaks, and hardships. Some part of his forgotten memory revolves around her. And from being strong to weak, the punishment was his. He had to fight, his clan of fairies was in danger, not just the shallow town. He had to save them and prove that fairies do exist. 
But now, what can he do, he had lost everything and was just a weak human all because he had saved her from dying though her fate was already decided.
Monster or not, she would die.

What would her last wish be?


Little Whispers

“Morning mom, I’m off to school!” I yelled when I was almost down the stair in my jogging steps. 


“Ain’t you gonna have breakfast, c’mon have a seat, I already made breakfast.” Mom flashed a smile at me, her hair was packed in a messy bun and her brown eyes glittered. She was slender and short, well because I have grown taller than her. 


“I’m already late, I don’t think I can eat.” 


“Don’t even say that.” My father baritone came through from the other side of the room, with a towel around his neck, he was a tall huge man with a bald head. Well, you can say, that’s where I got the height but no...I look nothing like my father. 


I know you’ve already concluded too, that I was weird. 


“I’ll drop you off at school and on my way home I’m gonna get the cake, it’s your birthday tomorrow.” He walked up to me and kissed the side of my cheeks. 


“No!” I suddenly snapped at the idea of dad taking me to school. 


“I mean yes.” A smiled spread across my face because of the look they gave me. 


What would I say, that I don’t like whenever dad had to drop me off at school. 


That I would get laughed at, that dad was a dry cleaner? It was nothing to be ashamed of if I hadn’t lied that he worked in the famous Sterling Group of Company, here in Sterling and was a manger. 


It wasn’t all back, I wanted to give dad a higher status too, maybe I was too much. 


It was even more embarrassing when he takes me to school in the cleaner’s Van. 


“My baby, is gonna be eighteen,” Mom pressed me again her bosom. It was so tight and I couldn’t breath for a second and I gently push her away. 


I groaned and I wanted to smack his head. My annoying twelve years old brother. 


I forgot about and it’s a good thing. 


“Don’t give me that look. Come have a seat, you heard your father, he would take you to school. And you too Jack.” 


Reluctantly I pulled out a chair and sat down. 


“Mom, can you please call me my Jackson.” 


“What’s the different, you punny.” Mom chuckled and settled to have the food on her plates. 


“Don’t seat close to me.” I warned pointing the fork at him. He stuck out his tongue and took the next empty seat that was by my side. 


“Any college plans?” Dad asked and I took my gaze off Jackson, and bit down the remark I was about to give him. 


“Haven’t thought about it yet.” I stared down at my plate. 


“You’re in your last year. That should be what you’re thinking about.” 


“I’m sure she’s thinking of how the monster crawled over the wall and jumped on her bed and calculate when next he was gonna show up and eat her.” Jackson laughed, and I smacked his head with the fork. I wanted to do that since he stepped in. I was glad I had the opportunity to. 


“Ouch, that hurts!” He glared at me. 


“I’ll try to dwell on it a few times.” I said to dad. 


I hadn’t thought about how my life would be yet when there was still that three-faced monster lurking around her.


Turning eighteen