All Disney Princesses Age Novels & Stories

King Eremus said and left his daughter's room. Princess Elena is a very beautiful 20 year old lady. Her hair was mercury-purple and it tumbled over her shoulders and reached her waist. She had saccharine sweet lips. They were blossoms so soft that a guy would love to have a taste. She had a cheerful character and that was what made almost all the princesses want to be her friend. She also had a shapely figure that beat all the Princesses, but she makes sure she always wears oversized clothes to cover her shape. And her eyes were rapture-purple eyes like her hair, oddly.

He decided to stay out of sight and silently listen in on their conversation, watching them secretly. "Why did you call me out here?" He heard Candice's soft voice ask. "We wanted to talk to you," Sheila, the eldest of the princesses among them said. She was almost thirty-six years old in amortal years while in human years she looked eighteen, a young damsel for her age. "More like interrogate you," Thesa, the next in age seniority, mouthed. He heard Candice exhale "What would you like to know?" "We would like to know what you're doing here. Clearly, you don't belong here," Isabelle croaked, her voice filled with disdain.

said Prince Andreas stiffly. "May I know how old Madam is?" Prince Andreas couldn't hide his curiosity. 'This girl looks very young, the Black Prince can't possibly marry an underage girl right?' "Nineteen years," Amanda answered in a hoarse voice from crying. "Wow, we're only one year apart!" said Prince Andreas so enthusiastically that Amanda jumped in surprise because of the yell. "Sorry," said the handsome 18 year old young man. Amanda smiled and then laughed a little. "Thank you."

she was among the young ones in the kingdom. "whaaat?" Sofia shrieked her mouth opening wide. even dinosaurs shown in the museum couldn't be considered that old. " you think am young my queen? The king appointed me as your Maid when I attained legal maturity age." Rizia said. one could see she was very proud of her young age as they called it. " hahahaha." Sofia laughed awkwardly." Yes,you are very young." sarcasm deeply laced in her words. Young? ptffff! is she was young then what name would her age be called. Sofia was 24 years old this year. she was at the age where ladies started to settle down and form their families.

Princess Kay is the niece of the Empress. She’s from another kingdom sent to live with the Empress. She’s been living in the palace for over three years now. Her purpose was to attract the Crown Prince’s attention and become one of his woman. With the help of the Empress, she was going to try to become the future Empress. Princess Kay is eighteen years old. She had brown hair with brown eyes. She was a very demanding and feisty princess. When she doesn’t get it her way she would go stomping to the Empress. Crying and whining until she gets it her way.

They both rised up, and in my surprise, they look at each other and then laugh as their eyes meets together. "My Prince! I missed you!" "So am I, my princess," and they hug each other tightly. I can't help but to smile, as I see how they closed to each other. They both missed the presence of each other. They have eight years gap. She's turning 19, while Noire's turning 27. Their age, are so far from each other, yet they seems like a twin with the same age as they collided. It's heart-warming. Once they are get contended, by hugging each other, they separate and smile again once their eyes connected. Silly creatures.

“I’m a lawyer.” “And your age?” I chuckled, squeezing her waist, and answered, “I’m forty-four, Princess.” And I knew she was at least twenty-one since the owner of the club didn’t allow anyone younger than the drinking age to work there. “Oh,” she whispered, a red flush creeping up her pale skin to her cheeks. So adorable. “I-I’m twenty-four.” I leaned to grab the closed water bottle from the table, her hot breath fanning against my neck, making it harder to control myself. She smelled like a cupcake with vanilla frosting. Innocent and playful.

A few minutes later a young women walked in. She had almost white hair it was so light blonde. Her eyes were a fascinating blue-violet. She walked to stand in front of The Royal Couple. With an elegant curtsey she greeted them all. " Your Majesty, Your Highness. Beloved Princess and honoured guests. On behalf of my parents and rulers of Denmark. I would like to thank you for your hospitality in welcoming us to your magnificent home." She said in a soft way that spoke of proper education and upbringing.

My head was spinning with all the questions piling up. “How old is Stelle anyway? Isn’t the princess supposed to be eighteen now?” Pete asked, brows furrowed. “They could’ve faked everything. Her age, her identity. All to protect her from anyone who might be after her,” Adrian said. “Especially if she’s in danger.” I nodded. “You’ve got a point.” “But if it’s true… if she really is the princess…” Pete didn’t even finish his sentence. His voice faded out. “Then we’ve got a much bigger problem,” I said. “She’s not just some guest anymore. She’s a symbol. She could either bring danger… or power.”