Disney Princess Modern-day Novels & Stories

Princess Dohana turned to give him a stone cold look, "why haven't you said this all along. Do it quickly, tell Prince Terrah to make the payment." "Yes, my Princess." "You may go," Dohana dismissed him. After he left, Princess Dohana began to caress her stomach gently. "Jake, our child is waiting for your return, what's taking you so long?" As she spoke, the Princess heard some light footsteps. She stood up abruptly and glanced around. Behind her, the Prince of Paris suddenly appeared. Looking handsome and dazzling on his white suit, white shoes and a white hat, the man smiled at her. "You...what are you doing here?" Dohana asked puzzled.

I, Addie Starr, am the second child my parents have after an unexpected pregnancy. My older sister, Amanda Starr, cries because she believes that I will take away our parents' love and money. After she develops depression, she constantly threatens to kill herself. My parents come to hate me for it. They swear to Amanda, "Sweetheart, you're the only princess in our family. Just think of your sister as a maid we brought to you." From then on, all the dirty and exhausting chores in the house become my responsibility. When Amanda becomes emotionally unstable and threatens to cut her wrists, my parents hold out my arm for her. They say, "Sweetheart, if you need to take your anger out on so

It was too much. “You were right to say her leaving was unfortunate. But that’s the understatement of the year.” Scott tilted his head like a curious dog. “What do you mean?” And just like that, the power of the conversation shifted back into my hands. Around us, the other rogues perked up, their interests piqued. “She’s the princess,” I said. “The Alpha King’s daughter. The one they all thought was gone.” Scott’s smirk faltered, and for a second, I thought he might actually understand the gravity of what I’d just said. A few of the onlooking rogues gasped around us. They were being rewarded for their loyalty by being some of the first to know.

I told her. “Well, technically it isn't, but you might have a solution to my problem.” She said, a coy smile spread across her lips. “I have a solution to your problem?” I asked, the absurdity of the statement causing my stomach to churn. “And what might that be, Elaine?” I bobbed my head to the side. The corners of her lips raised in a wicked smile. “A bag, from Louis Vuitton. It was just launched a few weeks ago. That's what I want.”

“Wait, is she really a princess?” The lady confirmed. I didn’t know why it shocked me as much as it did, if I’m being completely honest, there were still monarchies all around the world. But everything felt a bit off here than all the others that I had seen or heard about. In here, everything was a bit more 16th century, a bit more like the Tudors. “The Princess only trusts her immediate servants with her jewelry.” That made me surprisingly proud. “It is actually an honor, even though it does not feel like one at times.”

"I want to love you with no inhibitions or restrictions, Michael Royale. That is why I am choosing to bare it all to you. I want to let go of the past. I want my present and my future to be all about us and the children we will raise. I do not want to be controlled by any painful memories." I pull her back to me and smother her with a deep kiss. I am so happy she wants to love me. And the mention of children just made me even happier. Mi Princessa has accepted me! She wants me to be part of her future. I now understand why I should let her tell me everything. She is sharing her past with me so that our our present and future will be equal. I am amazed at her maturity and intelligence. As she

So, she made up excuses after excuses that she has no business outside until her public appearances become near to nonexistent, until she was a rumor within a rumor–unless she was forced to make an appearance as the heiress of the crown–rare though it may be (no one would be glad to see her out and about, anyways…) but she was fond of flowers… so she made it a point to be seen at least daily, briefly, if only just to tend to them… her flowers, her garden. She twirled a daisy before plucking it's petals one by one, watching them being blown away by the winter winds away from her. The Princess, now of age eleven, is currently not in a good mood–and all hell breaks loose (debatably literally or

Second, I should have told her sooner. But Mackenzie was a dream. When I decided to pursue her for my own benefit, I wasn’t even sure I could make her fall for me. I never wanted to turn her into something she’s not. No, it wasn’t my intention to turn her into a princess. I loved her just the way she was. In fact, it was because she was so different that made her even more beautiful in my eyes.

Lacey said, looking at the castle getting closer. “You are all my princesses. We’ll get you all a tiera and have them make you honorary princesses for the day. How does that sound?” Blake stated, knowing this was how the theme park would bring little girls into the fantasy world. “Really? Wow, we are all going to be princesses.” Gloria said excitedly, hoping to get there faster, then looked at Blake Jr. “ Will you be my prince charming?” “For you, my princess, I would beat all the bad guys for you, even slay the terrible dragon.” Blake Jr. replied, showing his most handsome pose.

He looked at Tala. "Yes, she's my daughter" Leonardo frowned "After twenty years this is how you treat her?" "Unfortunately yes, she's the last hybrid and needs to be kept safe" "She can be a valuable ally" he said looking at her but Danté chuckled. "What's funny hunter!?" "Despite what she is she'd be a liability more than anything" "You dare speak foul of the princess!?" Danté looked at Rebecca, she only folded her arms stubbornly. "She's a damn student at a university! She wanted to become a fighter pilot! She has no clue how to fight!"