Wake by Cilla Raven

Sorry to whoever wrote the scripts for the fairytales I grew up watching in movies as a kid, but bro, you got it all wrong.
Fabulous, floor-length gowns and fairy godmothers don’t appear out of nowhere, promising to fix your problems when you’re at your lowest, crying on a bench in a torn dress.
Random animals have never cleaned anything I’ve ever owned, and though I would bend over backward to have a pet dragon that breathes fire, the best I can hope for is a small bearded dragon.
Knights in shining armor can be real, but they don’t just appear out of nowhere, either. They don’t ride in on a white horse, reaching a gloved hand down so they can whisk you away into the sunset.
They drive up on Harleys, hand you a helmet, tell you to hold on tight, and f*ck your world up in the best way possible.
Too bad I had to go through a certified villain before I learned this… before I finally woke up to reality.