Aurora Disney Princess Novels & Stories

’ She put her little hands on her hips pouting at the unfairness and Nanny crouched down to her height, ‘I’m sorry Aurora but there is your answer, you are a girl, and as such your parents would like you to act like one’ She tried to explain but the little girl huffed angrily, ‘Then I won’t be a girl it's boring and no fun at all. Why do boys get to have all the fun? It's not fair!’ She stamped her little foot as the Nanny took her hand hiding a smile, Aurora was a dainty, ash-blonde, blue-eyed beauty who looked like an angel and could not have been more feminine if she tried. Even as she led her back into the palace to clean her up she wore a pretty blue dress that was currently tucked into

-Past Time- Aurora POV The palace was abuzz with the Princess's daring fashion sense, a stark contrast to the modest attire of the kingdom's females. Her deep necklines, vibrant hues, and bold headpieces had already inspired some nobles to revamp their wardrobes. At her first lunch with the palace's female nobles, she wore a stunning, hugging dress with a train and deep V, captivating every female present - except Eni, the daughter of the King's top minister and potential king consort after Princess Deze marries King Zao.

he whispered to me, his lips lingered on my forehead before he walked away. I exhaled deeply, picking up the staff which was laid by the side, raising it high. I waited for my father to walk closer. " I Princess Aurora promises to serve Arizona with everything I have, the gate of the kingdom is always open to the people of Arizona and you are welcome at all time" I squeezed my hands tightly around the staff as I felt a lightweight on my head, relief washed through me, "People of Arizona, behold your queen, Queen Aurora" Beads of tears rolled down my cheek, I could feel it as joy washed over me, I came out victorious at the end.

The Following Week Mira Love Garden had always been in the spotlight, but since the event teaser projected her as the only flower store to partner with, her fame grew to an unexpected height. Nevertheless, the Prince would not hesitate to stop by as he promised. To ensure that his wife did not tear the family apart, he took his fourteen years first daughter, Princess Aurora, to see her. “We are paying your aunt a visit,” the Prince informed her when he parked in the car park. “Who is my aunt, dad?”

The interaction between them wasn't supposed to be painful but somehow his sweet words were like like sharp needles pricked in my flesh. Without even acknowledging me, the almighty Alpha started walking but his movements halted when the little girl---Aurora, spoke again. "Ro, wait." "What happened baby?" "You say every girl is a princess right?" Alpha nodded. "Yes baby. Every girl is born one. No matter what." Her neck tilted and her browns met mine. "See, you are one." Alpha turned around, towards the direction of her gaze which was me. "Who is?" His brows lowered in confusion. Aurora's gaze shifted to him and she murmured, "She--" Her little finger pointed towards me and continued, "--says

I'm so focused on my daydreams that I don't even notice when my princess appears in the room, she's wearing short panda pajamas, with owl slippers on her feet. Beautiful as always, even with sleepy little eyes. Strange that she's awake because it's still early, it's not even 8:00 am yet. She comes on top of me and lays down on top of my body, I wrap my arms around her body and give her a lingering kiss on her forehead. --- What are you doing awake at this time, my princess?-- I ask, caressing her hair while she lifts her head to look me in the eyes. --- I missed your body in bed-- he says snuggling closer to me.

I stood up with my belly on display. “I am Aurora Grayson. Recently I learned that I was not at all human as I’d spent my entire life believing, I learned about the supernatural realm, I learned about my parents and each one of you here. I learned that I am not just Aurora Grayson's future lawyer but I am actually Princess Aurora Grayson-Montaforta, hair to Westhaven Kingdom, Mate of Damon Montaforta, the hair to the throne of veiled valley. I am princess Aurora Grayson, soon to be mother to My Daughter. My Daughters name is Princess Thea, Lucia Montaforta She is the Hair of Veiled Valley and The Hair of Westhaven. Damon and My Mate bond will bring our kingdoms together Our daughter will ens

"You're not fit to be my Luna." That's what my mate said before he rejected me for my own best friend. Heartbroken and humiliated, I was sold off as a bride to the most ruthless Alpha alive. Asher hates weakness and I'm wolfless, the weakest omega he's ever seen. He should have sent me away. Instead, he trains me, fights for me, and claims me as his own. But the closer I get to him, the more my past comes back to haunt me; dreams of a palace I've never seen, a mother I never knew, a power I can't explain. I'm not who everyone thinks I am. And the truth about who I really am might just end the world and put the man I love in danger.

She has every right to do whatever pleases her, so it’s not her place to question Klara’s actions. Aurora left Klara to her own matters and enjoyed her time with the pumpkin. The adorable princess grew up into a gorgeous girl. She’s the replica of her mother but inherited Ralph’s traits. Her golden eyes, sharp looks, cheesy smiles and mostly her stubbornness resembles Ralph so much. A true definition of an Erikson and a Roselli. While she’s busy tickling the baby girl, she heard a commotion outside, the distorted instructions of Finn and Klara’s anxious warnings. What’s happening?

Perhaps, she thought, this was a chance to let her imagination run wild. “All right,” she said finally, her lips curling into a shy smile. “If I may dream…” Rafael nodded, eyes fixed on her. “I want it to be like a Disney princess,” Aurora confessed, giggling and briefly covering her face. “You know… a long, flowing gown, maybe pearl white, with a train sweeping the floor. A small tiara in my hair, and… flowers everywhere.” Rafael raised an eyebrow, but his eyes sparkled. “What kind of flowers?”