Novel & Cerita Disney Princess Stories Snow White

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She fluttered toward him like a white butterfly desperate to land. He stepped aside. Her arms closed on empty air. She faltered, then forced a sweet smile. “Adrian, forgive me. I only just discovered your true identity. I—” her voice softened, almost coy—“I’ve always cared for you. The things I said before, it was the family, the alliance… I was forced. But now… look at us. We’re meant to be. You and I, the perfect match.” Adrian’s laugh was sharp, cruel. “You? Perfect?” His eyes glittered like knives. “You’re a fraud. Every word from your mouth is filth.”

- What? I don't understand... - the king and queen don't know anything... Except my assistant who is the one who found you with the help of your last movie... - Oh I see... - From now on you are a princess... - A princess... She said with a dreamy look...

Wanda asked with an unhappy expression on her face. "He did but I think king has a solution to the problem. He suggested we come here to ask you some questions." Wanda's eyes instantly turned to king. "It's dangerous, you should never have come." "Trust me, we've got this, we just need a little information on the witch queen." His eyes search Wanda's. "What does a witch queen not do?" His question made Wanda smile. "That's a smart move, but I'm going to tell you that a witch queen is expected to be pure, meaning she mustn't meet with a man. Do you understand?" Wanda asked and king nodded, his eyes looking into Abigail's eyes.

She says, looking at the sprites as her eyes go wide. “Very warm.” They agree. “Why not until morning?” I ask. “Well, it’s only a couple hours until the sun comes up and it’s easier to pass the bridge when the trolls are asleep.” The leprechaun replies. “I’m in a bit of a hurry. Do you think you all can keep up with Hera?” “Who’s Hera?” A fairy asks. “Oh, I bet that’s her wolf.” A sprite answers and I nod. “Yes, Hera is my wolf.”

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.

Again most sit nodding or have emotionless expressions on their faces. “Alpha Maddox, may I ask, is it true you have found your Luna and she is a Vampire?” Elder Fransis asks, she is one of the older Elders and more open to change than the others. “Yes I have found my Luna, Princess Lyra Skolova is an exceptional female and an amazing leader, and I do hope you all will keep an open mind when you meet her” I say as I smile at Elder Fransis.

Although Eliana wants to revel in his sight, she hones in on the maid who is slowly limping away. The Princess stealthily maneuvers through the crowd, only occasionally having to slash into a rebel or rip the throat out of a soldier. Tasting metallic liquid in her mouth, she continues on. Selma crawls up the steps of the castle, her leg broken form the fall. Eliana allows her to reach half way up, when the maid stops, exhausted and hopeless. She approaches, smoothly ascending the stars. Fur coats her body as she reaches down to force Selma to face her. The woman's gaze is wide with fear. She gulps, trembling, "Please, I am sorry. Spare me."

“Do you know my name actually means ‘white as snow'? And my wolf’s name means white too.” “Like Snow White?” Percival asked. “Are you a princess too?” Adalaide asked. “Just like me.” “Well, I don’t exactly fit the description. Hair as black as ebony, was it? Skin as white as snow? Oh, and lips as red as blood….” Nivia said, pouting her lips. “Where my parents met, there was a lot of snow. That's why they named me Nivia.” “If you are Snow White, then Dad is Prince Charming.” Percival said.

“You should teach me how to read, Lucian.” “Accompany me to the library after dinner. I will look for some good books for you.” “There is a book I always heard people talking about in the village.” “Which book?” “Snow White.” Lucian smiled and kissed his cheek. “It is a story about a princess who was very lonely at her castle until a charming prince came to change her life,” he said. “Her story is somehow similar to mine. Maybe I should be called Snow White instead.” He chuckled.