Dad Little Princess Novels & Stories

Issa was worse. Her cream dress had officially surrendered. The hem was green-brown, one side of her floral leggings was streaked with dirt, her yellow boots no longer shined, and my little girl was rolling around in the grass laughing, one arm wrapped around the ridiculous stuffed rabbit from the mint stroller as if the two of them had just survived a minor accident and decided to enjoy it. I stopped in the doorway. My tiny princess, who reminded everyone every three days that she was “expensive” and “elegant,” was now rolling through wet grass like a suburban little boy who’d just won a five-dollar bet.

“I need a bath” “at your service my princess”,the maid said and hurried to prepare her bath. Meet Dianne princess of Mesopotamia daughter to king Maximilian11 and the apple of his eyes, a girl who always has everything shoes silvers gold jewelries dresses. One thing about is that she is not the sort of prim or even proper infact she is the exact opposite. Sexy as hell with her fiery red hair her gleaming green eyes infact she’s the exact opposite of a typical princess we know I mean she’s not the type to cry over a torn dress or a swollen ankle but she definitely loses it if her dress is not embroidered with jewels I’ll say she’s the living Nefertiti an Egyptian goddess on Earth .

The sights, sounds, and smells were both comforting and foreign at the same time. Pushing the luggage cart, Rita gazed at the adorable girl sitting on it, wearing a pink princess dress. This little princess was her daughter, Lilith, who had inherited Rita's love for all things fashionable. Walking calmly beside lilith was her cool little brother, Edward, who always seemed to have a calming effect on his sister.

When we reached the main house, I found Jay and Jhanvi already there with Lakshmi and Harsha. “Where are Ali and Nicole?” Kalpana asked looking around. “Their daughter just got into an argument with my daughter about who is the real princess. Can she get any worse and this is all your fault Dileep. She is actually fighting with a three-year-old kid.” Nipuna shook her head while hitting Dileep’s shoulder. “Age doesn’t matter, Nipuna! My niece is the princess of our family and I am not going to lie to her.” Dileep said shrugging.

She ran her fingers through her daughter’s hair, “The little girl looked up and there were four boys shoving the mean boy away. The mean boy tried to punch the boys, but his yelling caused his parents to show up and the mean boy went away while getting in trouble. One of the nice boys pulled a band aid out of his pocket and fixed the little girl’s knee all better. She smiled and hugged him. They became friends and kept playing the rest of the day. Just as it was getting dark a tall man started yelling and the little girl quickly ran away. The boys tried calling out for her, but she kept running. The next day the girl was at her house cleaning because her parents weren’t very nice people and

the teacher said, looking at the boys wearily. "Momma, papa" their princess came running towards them with a bright smile Zada is more of an off stage girl. She likes writing stories and poems and she is already good at caricature. They walked towards the auditorium with their daughter and sat there for the play to begin. "They could have played Rapunzel," Zada said disappointed. Because the play was Cinderella. "This shoe belongs to my princess. I want to see if it fits your daughter" Zahir told the evil step mom and handed over the glass slippers

Everything was wrong with me but Natasha’s words were like a wake-up call for me and so this time, I decided that I didn’t want this sleepover to be about me. We were long due for some bonding season either way and what better way to do it than in the princess room of a tycoon’s only daughter? And yes, a room that came with free snacks! “I’m sorry I had to get you both so far just to help me. I totally wasn’t expecting that Brandon would do that. But…” “….now that we are here, we can catch up on each other’s life. The last week was hell for me and the week before that was just as messy. I sort of feel like we haven’t spent a lot of time together recently,”

Leo was the only person who had ever smiled at me like that. “It’s not worth a penny,” I said to Benita. “Thank you for the food.” Benita didn’t push as she sat with me. She taught me how to make Princess Jodie’s milk as I ate and while I fed the Princess, she told me about the other two kids– Princess Sophia and Prince Asher. “When do I get to meet them or am I not allowed to interact with them?” I asked Benita, curious about the two other kids. “Trust me, you don’t want to meet the older princess. She is a feisty five-year-old…” Benita whispered to me.

The fabric made a shushing, crackling sound as it moved, almost as pretty as the color itself. “Don’t lift your dress,” her momma said, and put a hand on her daughter’s arm to stop her. Purple Princess looked up at her mother, the edge of her skirt still halfway above her knees. And she smiled. She was wearing lipstick too—a cranberry stain mostly faded, smeared around the edges of her mouth. She was wearing her mother’s lipstick, just like me.

“Sveta! These are not people, right? These are some weird . . . whatever you call them . . . shape-shifters? Kosmops? Whatever?” She shook her head. They were not the Enemy. They were people. In the flashes of searchlights, she saw them with perfect clarity: their skinny legs, pathetic paunches, and sagging breasts. They lay exposed and defenseless, every pretense of civilized living having been stripped away from him. They had no need of modesty anymore. There were quite a lot of children, tucked in among the adult bodies. One of them was clutching a doll. She stared at it because there was no other man-made object in the pit, but then realized it was not a doll but a baby.