Diary Of A Princess Novels & Stories

"Yes! Can you???" Peach smile and say..."of course!" "Once upon a time, there is a little Princess who doesn't believe in romance. The Princess have a boring life with a colorful and cheerful friends. Thosw friends of her that makes her high school life a little better. Until one day, the little Princess left something important in the wild forest. The little Princess wants to take what she hade left in the forest. But when she came back, It was already gone making her sad. Not until she met Prince Charming who luckily have her magical notebook.

"Well I stole it but it's all good, right? Everything I do is for my precious friend and sister so I'm justified," "Of course," "The details here are legit!" She slammed the book down and opened it. I thought it had a key… never mind. She flipped through the pages with eyes bulging with excitement. "Dear diary, you won't believe what happened to me today! My princess finally spoke to me! I was surprised when she did and I almost made a fool out of myself. She offered to teach me how to swim… wait, I should tell you the story from the beginning!" Well, who am I not to get interested? As long as we don't get caught.

"Nice big, busy kingdom. A large number of people in the nation. Have the biggest market. Nice people. Nice infirmary. Nice food. Nice clothes. Nice weather. Everything is nice. But there is got to be something more. I bet you could tell me a lot. I mean, if you could just talk. The girl belched. Princess Diana started babbling, talking about all the things that had been going through in her head lately. All the questions she had about the world. All the fear and anxieties she had. All the feelings that she had been keeping bottled up, that she had tried telling her friends about. She did not really have friends. She loves to do things alone. Try to say some things to a few kids around her.

She caressed my head softly with her small tender fingers making my heart beat faster than drums. "How are you feeling? Please say something." She pleaded with her puppy eyes making me smile at her cuteness. I nodded my head making her smile. "Who are you?", I asked her. "I am Diana, Princess of Moonland. And you?", she replied softly. "Zachary, the Demon Prince." Her eyes widened at my response. "You are a Demon?" Her voice had a pinch of fear. I nodded. "And you're an Angel?" She looked at me in surprise.

“Well, I want to go on an adventure with people. Maybe go on a quest across the seas. Perhaps, search for a treasure that nobody has yet found. Or even go on a journey of self-discovery.” The princess’ eyes begin to sparkle. In her eyes, Leon shines like the sun. Bold and daring, but cool and caring. They continue their conversation until the night reaches its peak. Eventually, they part ways as the princess retires to her bedroom. Upon returning to her quarters, the princess sits down her study. She pries open her diary. It is very late at night, but with the fire from a lamp she writes down her thoughts.

Whoever sent it had used the staff as their shield—or perhaps the writer was one of them. The corridors leading to the back halls smelled faintly of smoke and starch, the lingering traces of laundry, cooking, and scrubbed floors. She had walked these passages as a child, trailing after her nursemaids, but now she felt like an intruder. Servants were not used to seeing their princess wandering these halls alone at night. She caught sight of two young maids whispering near the laundry doors. When they saw her, they dropped into quick bows, faces paling. “Princess,” one stammered.

“You need something to write in.” “Write?” I repeated. “But I have no parchment.” He picked up a small book with blank pages. “This is a journal.” I touched the cover reverently. “A diary. To record my thoughts. But how do I write without a quill?” He held up a slim object. Shiny. Plastic. Suspicious. “This is a pen.” “Pen,” I said slowly. “It resembles a miniature weapon.” “It is not sharp.” “What does it use to write? Magic? Blood? Sap?”

Is she cold enough to inflict the same damage they did to her mom? Am I cruel enough to reciprocate what they did to my family? -- DYLAN Dylan was heading to the library thinking about Cynthia and Selena's quarrel. Over the past few days, he allotted most of his time writing. It was more like a diary really than a story. He made sure he stuck more to the facts than to his wishful thinking to be the hero of the story. Writing the story made him come up with plans and ideas more easily. He titled it, Princesses of the Lower Realm. At the moment, he has four heroines. One of them is currently MIA.

Caius asked coldly. Nemiah thought for a moment as she looked him in the eyes. She felt that Caius was doubting her so she took the diary from the pouch she tied on her skirt. She hasn’t finished reading it yet, but she decided to give it to the prince. Her hands seemed glued to it as Caius tried to take it from her. Caius eyed her so she finally let go of the diary. The prince opened it and it made him frown seeing Aries’ name written on most of the pages. He closed it irritably and threw it at the deepest part of the lake. Nemiah’s eyes followed the diary as it sank deep down into the water. “Why did you..?!” She glared at him. The diary wasn’t hers but the hurt cuts deep down like that di

This incident only happened because of the woman's own foolishness. This was the first time in Miranda Hill's life that she had been humiliated like this. She took a deep breath and said, "Listen here, Larissa. If I have my eyes set on something, I'll get it, no matter what it is!" Larissa's face turned grim, and she sneered, "What's the matter? Are you dropping your act? I've known from the start that you were targeting me. "Who do you think you are? Why should I give something up just because you want it? Since you have Princess Syndrome, you better get it checked out. If left unchecked, it can become a serious issue!"