Novel & Cerita Disney Princess Modern-day

she mumbled. "I actually do. My job is to get you prepared for the real world and toughen up your skin since it seems like you're far from there, Princess." Aurora was facing away from him and she could not help the smirk that made its way onto her face. Her number one rule of life was to always be underestimated. If her targets underestimate her then they would lower their guard and therefore make the job easier for her. She had been treated as Princess her entire life and grew up pampered and praised. But there was some point when she decided to change it up a bit. She still enjoyed being treated like one and acting like a baby sometimes but outside of the house, she was a completely diffe

She loved to get in touch with the people. As I grew older, I lost touch with the people and started being surrounded by the same stoic faces, same polished infrastructures, and same uptight rules. That’s when I started wanting to become the queen—so that I could change the rules. Because for me, being a princess isn’t being a perfect girl stuck in a palace. Being a princess is to keep in touch with people and give them the help that they need. I smiled nostalgically when I saw a group of children playing a traditional game among themselves. Oh, how I’ve missed the times when I was young—when my mother was still alive.

“Who?” Lee asks, “The princess?” Cindy turns her dead brown eyes to him. “She’s not royalty,” she snaps, eyes blazing, waving her gun like she is hosting a TED Talk for jealous dumped Bond girls. “She’s just a spoiled brat who gets away with everything because she’s her daddy’s only living kid and men think she’s made of fairy dust and broken sob stories.” Lee raises an eyebrow. “I bet she has perfect cheekbones, though.” I elbow him. Or try to. It looks more like a sad shoulder shrug with intent.

I hope I don’t fall flat on my face, embarrassing myself. We enter the living room, and sitting in here are three beautiful vampire ladies, dressed in riches and glory. As soon as they see me, they rise to their feet. “Your highness.” They bow. Ah, now I know why my disability hasn’t been slapped on my face yet. I keep forgetting the one fact: that I’m a princess now. Ha, they’re probably afraid that I might have them beheaded if they ever try to bring that up to me. I have power. Certainly, not like the king, but I still have power.

“Do you think it’s too much? It probably is.” “Maybe but do it anyway. You have the body, may as well flaunt it.” “It seems that is your motto tonight. I was not expecting a plunge to your navel.” “I work hard for this snatched waist, I may as well show it off. My legs and ass are a different story. They are allergic to snatched.” I eye the deep wine-colored satin and taffeta. “I’m a modern-day Disney princess.” Lena grins. “You realize women pay mega-bucks to get the tits, legs and ass you have naturally.”

SOMA Jade pauses, eyes darting between the princess and me. She nods, giving me one last worried look before leaving the bathroom. My attention shifts to the figure by the door, and I sink lower to keep my breasts hidden. The bath remains warm, but the air grows colder. Sienna Rybak, princess of Shadowspire pack. It’s hard to miss the striking resemblance between her and the three princes. But with her bouncy red hair, she looks more like Kade.

Anyway, I was sharp and pretended not to have said anything. It really doesn't make any difference now .. whether I was a princess or not. It's all in the past. My parents have already dead and my past status as a princess is a thing of the past. My family is already gone. I have to live my life now, in this moment. Nothing else is more important. AMARA

She’s wearing makeup today, which tells me she must have had meetings with suppliers. In one of our many conversations, my Princess confided in me that she feels like she’s not taken seriously by people outside her family’s company. They look at her and see a young lady and not the smart, intelligent worker she is. Ruby has started using makeup to make herself look more mature. Today, she’s wearing red lipstick, as red as her heels, and has her hair in a twist. It makes her look sultry and gives her a femme fatale vibe. My woman is a goddess. Incomparable. Thankfully, she doesn’t walk around, or I’m sure she would cause collisions at every intersection.

Smiling at my laptop, I reread what I wrote and sent it, letting the power of technology send it everywhere. Don't get me wrong, I love Disney. The Tarzan soundtrack was the bomb and don't get me started with Lion King. I also really like the Disney Princess, especially Mulan -because she's a baddie- but it's just so unrealistic. Ting. I looked down at my laptop and can't help the smirk that immediately crawled on my lips. There was a new comment coming from @DivaBeauty -talk about having lame usernames, I know. But then again, I really should not say much because I am one to talk. CrazyHater? Really?

“Oh, this almost sounds like a fairytale.” “Princesses in fairytales don’t know how to shoot guns.” “Modern day ones might.” “Good point. I like you.” Bianca laughed. “Of course you do. Everyone likes me. Let’s go.”