Diary Of A Princess Novels & Stories

Not now. In some ways, being born a princess had turned out to be a poisoned chalice for both her and Daphne. It was noticeable that her sister hadn’t alerted their captors to what Miriam was doing. She kept trying to loosen the rope around her neck, though not with any real intent to escape it seemed, as all she whined about was becoming wrinkled, or scarred before her time.

Description Diana is a seventeen year old introverted high schooler in Fort Fairfield, Aroostook county. She live with her mother, Juliet and her little brother, Cole. The story begins with a set of unusual activities after Diana’s birthday leading to the discovery of her magical powers. She is the last white flasher and the only person who can fight against the evil that is eating up the very fabric of the world of magic.

A diary! I know I'm not very good at writing. But the old Caron who used to teach me my writing said that I should keep a diary, so I can practice my writing. Well, now that I've found this book, I'm going to write a little bit every day. But I will start by trying my best to jot down what the princess has to say this afternoon. She wanted to give up and hand it over to Lillian to assist her, but when Angela sighted her, she rushed her and encouraged her

"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.

~A girl so happy yet so silent Her heart pure like the snow So afraid she was of people And yet she loved a boy He was as charming as a prince And lit up her world in diamonds She was the happiest she had ever been But a flower always dies Turned out he was a demon The princess he now held captive A high tower in the mountains Her heart closed down in darkness Now she hates him... No escape left, all went quiet The princess in the mountains They say her ghost now hates silence The prince that was a demon He was never seen in the forest.~ The book pages had some teardrops on them for, by the end of the poem, Siana’s eyes were covered in tears. Her mind was filled with questions after she fini

Viktor POV “Goddess, I know it’s only been a couple of months but man, I’ve missed this place,” Cedric said with a sigh. I took my seat at my desk and chuckled. “We’ve missed you here, Cedric,” I said. “So tell me. That other girl is the princess? As in, Princess Violette Dubois of the werewolves?” He asked. I nodded my head. “Yes, my slave princess,” I said. He let out a chuckle.

Then deliberately avoiding his eyes, she stepped aside and left. As it seemed, the Princess did not only leave. She left the young master in a turmoil of his emotions which was mostly overwhelmed with the uncomfortable pricks of guilt... *** ( Astheria, Australia.) Queen Fiona wrote in her secret journal in the quietness of her bedroom office. It'd become a favourite hobby of the eighty year old ever since her instincts kept warning her about the crisis approaching the Royal family, her granddaughter. The diary held her suspicions, puzzlements and revelations. But mostly, it was a guidance. Whenever she was done, the Queen hid it in a secret safe which no one knew about, except the reigning

I had to do this right, so my efforts won't be in vain. I walked into her room and walked around, searching for anything that could give me a clue about her secret life. I knew the princess was smart and really quick witted. As I walk around the room, I passed the window. As I looked out, I saw her. Crying, amongst the flowers. She was always amongst the sunflowers. I guess she really liked them. I really felt bad for her, having to be forced to do something you don't want to, but have no choice to. I know how it felt.

he asked, with a smile playing at the corners of his lips, his hand extending forward while Paige stared at the screen of his phone. Her eyes widened in surprise as she recognized what she had written in her diary when she was ten. At the time she had seen a movie where a guy and a girl who were madly in love went fishing using a canoe, and they had so much fun doing it. She had been so touched that she wrote in her diary, "When I grow up, find my prince charming and we fall in love, we will go fishing in a canoe and have so much fun together." If her diary hadn't been in her pocket, the day she was kicked out by Anthony, Zach would never have had access to her diary. She didn't even know he

By the time Larissa completed her third test and walked past the room again, she heard a sharp cry. "No! I don't want to get a scar!" It was followed by a series of clanking noises of things falling onto the ground. Larissa recalled that the little girl was about Vincent's age. Frowning, Larissa returned to the second examination room. The little girl was devastated. "I don't want a scar! I want to wear princess dresses and go to the theme park! I can't be a princess if I have a scar on my face!" Abigael was holding a pair of hemostatic forceps. Her lab coat was stained by the medicine spills.