Barbie Nutcracker Prince Eric Novels & Stories

If Queenie had asked the Dragons to attack them now, he and all his sons would end up here mercilessly. “Queenie! Today, you can win the battle. But this is not over. The death of Prince Fabian, King Jumuck, and today’s humiliation must cost you dearly!” “Do what you can now, King Eric. Go away like a coward. Let history tell your people how the King fled in terror from the battlefield,” Queenie said calmly. The girl looked calm. Both her face and the look in her eyes imply elegant kindness. King Eric’s face was flushed red with shame as well as anger. He pulled the ball out of his clothes pocket and threw it to the ground. Instantly, the entire room was filled with thick smoke. Make their e

The only difference with her brother was his hair color, his were gold just like his father. "Mother, father has just told us about the 'it' that you gave birth to. Is it true that she wasn't born with the mark of Odin?". Prince Eric asked, he was a bit taller for his age, a troublesome boy who loves disrespecting and treating the poor as cabbages. He was the Crown Prince after all and all must obey him. "Yes, that's it on the floor". Princess Erica quickly went over to where the baby stared at her for a moment and said "She's so ugly Mother. I wonder why the Moon Goddess let her live".

So romantic! [Ex-wife really lost and is trying to suck up now, huh? Too late!] “Honey, I don’t like this color. Let’s change it to gold later. I like things that sparkle.” “Sure. Anything you want,” Anthony said indulgently. I almost laughed. What a fool. She actually thought the yacht belonged to her. If this weren’t for revenge, I wouldn’t even let their filthy hands touch my things. “My Ferrari too,” Anthony added proudly. “Redesign it however you like!”

She waved. "Hi, Miss Babe," Eric replied. There he was. Her prince that she had longed to see. He was just as dazzling as before, his blue eyes looked beautiful when she laid her eyes on him. At this point, all she wanted to do was just to get wrapped in his arms because of her visual imagery of how warm he could be. Eric stood there awkwardly while he was checking him out. 'Okay, this is weird.' He thought. He had been neglected for too long.

I rested my elbow on the table and clasped my fingers together. " It is because I'm your bestie as well. Come on now get up and get going. Our princess won't like it." Arjun came near my table and shut the laptop. When we entered our house it was bustling with activity. The garden was decorated with strings of fairy lights and purple and white balloons. There was a castle on the side. In one corner was a decoration of purple and white balloons and beautiful pictures of Disney princesses were hung within it. At the centre of the garden, there was a table that was adorned with small crowns here and there.

I ask, leaning against the wall and trying to keep my mind from wandering. “She had a fiancé.” Eric answers with a growl, his anger so clear that I felt sorry for the bastard that pissed him off. “What do you mean by had?” I ask, curiosity peeking into my voice. “Jessica came home early to surprise him and found him balls deep inside that slut of a stepsister my ex-wife brought into her life. Then again, her father was the man who fucked a married woman so it doesn’t surprise me his whore of a daughter would do the same thing.” Eric explains, going into a tirade about how he knew Jonathan was never right for his baby girl, and I wholeheartedly agreed. Jessica needed a man who would pamper he

"Daddy, mummy has been crying a lot these days, and she has also been -" My eyes widened at her snitching. "Young lady!" I gasped, causing her to shrink away from my gaze with a mischievous smirk. Eric let out a throaty chuckle and placed a kiss to her forehead. "Princess, why don't you go in and check out the house? I'm sure you'd love the surprise I have for you!" Her eyes shone in curiosity, and in a split second, she was out of his arms and running into the house.

There was no way he’d lie about anything to them. I’m cooked. Eric comes out in a black button shirt, a blue jean and a pair of black sneakers. And a cap on his head. I frowned at him, twisting my face in a displeased manner. He laughs. Then moved to me and kisses the crown of my head. “You’d be fine little dove. Let’s go now. Up you go.” He offers me a hand. I hesitate but eventually gives him my hand. He pulls me up to my feet. “Good girl.” He teased. “Now shall we?”

“Why do you look like you just smelled fish?” Poppy let out a long sigh. A very long sigh. “Because the prince is annoying.” I took a sip of cold water. “What exactly is his crime?” She rolled onto her back, then onto her side, never once letting go of the Barbie in her hand. This child’s acrobatic talent was truly the only thing in the house that couldn’t be insured. “He came late,” she said, spinning the Ken through the air. “Then he said, ‘I save you, princess.’”

A confession. “Wendy, I need to speak with you.” The voice came from around a corner, sharp and low. “Excuse me, Tobias,” Wendy said. “Just one moment.” She disappeared behind the nearest column. I followed casually, ears sharpened. “That man,” the male voice whispered. “Do you know who he is?” “He signed in as Tobias… he seemed perfectly polite—” “Tobias Andrés Rostov. He’s the missing prince.” A sharp gasp. Then silence.