Barbie Nutcracker Prince Eric Novels & Stories

he replied, and I rolled my eyes. "You forgot about me Zara," Eric my little cousin mumbled, with an eye roll. He was the same age as Prince Aiden, and also very mischievous. He always likes to play tricks. "Eric," I called, with a smile, crunching down to his level. He rolled his little eyes again pouting his mouth. "You forgot all about me because of that bad man," he blurted out, pointing at Carl. Carl rolled his eyes, mumbling some words incoherently under his breath.

I could see it in his eyes - when he looked at her, he looked as if there was no one else in the whole wide world. "Momma is cooking. Cooking for your half birthday, princess." I kissed her nose again. "Ma." "Momma will be here soon!" I turned around to the source of the voice. Eric had what looked like a dozen of different Disney character foil balloons in his hand. Ki let out a squeal of delight at the sight. "Come to Uncle Eric, princess!" He held his hands out, his eyes on me. I helped her onto his arms. "I missed you!" He cooed in her ear, placing a kiss on her temple.

I hardly cussed, but it always happened whenever I lost my cool. "Stop trying to stop me or else…" "Else what, whore?" Jade gibed, shoving me slightly. "As if Alan isn't enough for you, you jumped to the prince. Do you think he can make you a princess?" "You'll always remain the frog you are." She added, giggling. I didn't understand why they were referring to Asher as a prince. Perhaps, they forgot to add a jerk to it because that was who he was, and how I saw him too.

As he diligently scrubs the prince’s chest and abdomen from behind, the prince suddenly grabs Gianni’s hands and directs them. “Do it gently,” he says as he scrubs his body using Gianni’s hands. From his chest to his bosoms, to his upper abdomen. “Do it like this,” he makes Gianni fondle his bosoms. Gianni complies. The prince lets go of his hands and lays back as Gianni does the deed.

Kieran's POV: There was no mistaking Bernard’s voice. It was clear, smooth, professional and yet chilling. It played through the speakers, echoing across the high ceiling of the council chamber. Bernard: “Get the princess to befriend the prince. I want a backdoor into their circle. If she resists, remind her about the letters. The ones from that summer. She will obey.” Princess Celeste had signed a statement verifying the recordings. She had even marked the exact dates. And now, the entire council was hearing it too.

SABRINA’S POV Eric pulled out slowly, completely, leaving me empty and aching in a way that made my whole body protest. The sudden loss of him had me gasping, hips chasing air. “Eric!” I cried out, the word half plea, half scolding. He chuckled—low, dark, deliciously wicked—and hovered over me, eyes glittering with amusement and raw hunger. “It’s simple, princess,” he murmured, voice like velvet dragged over gravel. “Tell me you’re mine… and you’ll get this.”

"I thought he lived in the palace." Eric stared at me in disbelief. "If her son lived here, wouldn't you see him at dinner or something? He's royalty, Erin." "Oh. Right." That made sense. "He's engaged to the princess of the Elven Realm," Eric added. "Wait… WHAT?!" My voice echoed through the corridor. "That's really huge!" Eric gave me a blank stare. "Can you please stop overreacting?" "Sorry, sorry," I said quickly. "It's just—I heard Elven princesses are like angels. Everyone says they're powerful and extremely beautiful. Getting one of them to marry you is nearly impossible. They're so perfect it's scary."

He chuckled a bit on how the images where represented with stick drawings and drew the seat from the table beside him and made himself comfortable on it before he spoke to her. "This is who l am" he showed the book to her and and pointed at the drawing of prince Andreas. "No" Lilith shook her head. "That is prince Andreas, and he is my favorite character in my perfect story book. Give me that" she snatched the book from him and held it tight to her chest. "You don't even look like him, because my mommy said that the people of Gorgor don't Look like us. But you are the same with me. You have two eyes, a nose, a mouth, two hands and two legs. You are not prince Andreas". She remained firm on h

I hear the group of leprechauns in the room suck in their breath at the same time. “You took our Princes over the troll bridge? What were you thinking, Buppig.” Hazdil scolds him. “I was thinkin’ that the Princess needed to get to Eventide before our Prince made a huge mistake and married that Duchess, wasn’t I? We didn’t have time to go the long way around, did we? So we went the short way.” He says defensively and in his anger, I swear I hear a lilt of Ireland in his voice.