Amy Vs Princess Peach Novels & Stories

She was not happy, of course. "And... forget the prince. It is the princess... that I want to talk about. She is-" "What about her, Amey?" Cilia asked, before Amelia could finish talking. "She is Blaine's mate." "Shit. Say what! God, really! I can't believe it. Our Blaine has a mate. OUR BLAINE! The guy who kissed a frog on a dare! Him?" "Don't go and tell the princess that he kissed a frog." "Kisisng a frog seemed to have worked. He really found a princess, no?" Cilia said with laughter in her voice and Amelia nodded and chuckled along with her.

Valentino asked. "Yes!" Alessandra exclaimed in response. "Valentino, how much did you spend on all of this?" Luke asked. "Don't worry about that, please. Just let her enjoy the day. You too." Valentino replied. Valentino went over to Alessandra and helped her wear the dress. Luke stood by as he watched Valentino dress Alessandra up. It was clear how happy Alessandra was and Luke can't deny that she really did look beautiful being dressed up like a princess. Luke sighed in defeat. He knew he could never give this kind of thing to Alessandra so he felt the need to put his pride aside.

I'm more of a drama queen than I thought. The world swirls around me as I open the doors to the garden, breathing deeply as I am enveloped in beautiful sights and aromas. The flowers are even prettier than yesterday, gaining in maturity and beauty. The colors are vivid, as if sucked in by the rainbow itself. The trees, full of fresh, decadent fruit, sit pleasantly around the area. I walk over to a peach and delicately pick it from the leaves. A clear fountain is in the middle of it all, perfectly clean and filtered, and I run the water over the delicacy. With finality, I bite a bite off the side, almost sighing as the sweetness almost rolls off my chin. This is pure luxury, one of the most b

I sassily say, making Micah shove his sword to the sandy ground. "Really?" he asks with a teasing look. "Yeah. My alpha is so weak… You have to play hard with this Princess. Alright?" I say with a proud voice. Micah bites his lower lip in a challenging manner, and he walks over to me. His eyes say, 'I won't let you get away from me'. But our little play ends when Pamela walks over with a tray full of refreshments. We turn in her direction. "It's snack time," she announces.

This was really the chance of a lifetime. The young woman looked at the trees through the armored window of the limousine. There was a large garden with flowers and fruits. She saw a huge statue of her father... Let's say of Mirabelle's father next to a huge fountain. It was like in the movies... Beautiful, extraordinary and...royal. How she wanted to shout her joy to everyone... She was a princess... A real princess... - Majesty... Said one of the bodyguards as he opened the door for her...

I became immediately unable to think of anything but Riana Park and not in a good way. "My dress. Why is my dress on her?" Shouted the princess in the almost silent room. She headed towards me with undeniable malice and anger. I watched her get close, I watched everybody else look on, like a show was going on and I was the main character, the antagonist in Riana Park's story. I already envisioned what a slap from Riana would be like, I felt her hand come so close to my face when the unexpected happened. A member of the audience intervened and it was not the member you'd expect.

All of it pulses with a soft glow, like moonlight shining from under my skin. I looked up from the phone when I heard tiny footsteps coming from the cabin. Carly was coming back, and that meant something was wrong. I pulled myself from the grave just as she came to a stop at the foot of the hole. “Hello Pandia.” Her soft white eyes saw more than she let on. Her soft, chubby face held a soft smile, but that smile made it seem like she was hiding the secrets of the universe. It was unsettling. She giggled, as if she had read my mind. “Pandia?” I recoiled from the name, but it settled in my chest; a soft glow of light flickered under my skin. “My name is Amy.” I sounded foolish to myself. Carly

I was sure he might have cut it when he pulled away. Still in a daze, it took me a minute to register that there was an unknown female that had just interrupted us. Blinking my eyes a few times to focus them, I turned towards the woman who had spoken. I noticed instantly that she was beautiful, but that wasn’t what caught my attention. “You must be Artemis.” I assumed, from the way I could sense her Goddess power flowing off her. “You are correct young Demi-Goddess. I must admit, I wasn’t expecting you to get it on the first try.” She appeared to be amused as she smirked at me with red lipstick that covered her lips, which really didn’t do well for her complexion.

Amy followed Zion through the bustling lobby, her grip on his hand tightening with each passing moment. As they made their way to the elevator, Amy stole a glance at Zion, her heart fluttering at the sight of him standing beside her. But despite the prying stares and whispered conversations, Amy held her head high, refusing to let the scrutiny of others intimidate her. She was Amy Armstrong, CEO of Diamond Group, and she would not allow herself to be cowed by the opinions of others.

Amy asks, reaching to grab a single pancake with a fork, then she pours maple syrup on it like a pro, "Are you going to scold me every day? Who's going to take me to my playdates with my friends now? Do I get a new nanny?" "First of all, you don't have any more friends to have playdates with. Everyone is scared you'll set them on fire," Aiden says without an ounce of gentleness on his voice. I hit his arm because he was too harsh, but Amy doesn't seem to mind. She simply starts eating her pancake with a fork and knife like a weirdo. Like a weirdo. Oh, shit. She is the Demon Lord's offspring. She has Damon's genes. She set kids on fire, apparently.