Disney Princess True Story Novels & Stories

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.

Her hair had already turned white, and she possessed a very rare beauty. My wolf growled in protest at the sight of her. She's not my mate. That's the only thing I'm certain of. I don't know why this happened. The moon goddess blessed us at birth, stating that we would be destined mates. Prophecies don't lie. But people can. Could she be a fake princess? I knew it was too early to judge the princess standing before me, but that was my gut feeling. My gut feelings never led me astray.

Then it hit me—I must have dropped it while running for my life. Dragging myself to the bathroom, I freshened up, then picked out a dress from the collection of clothes William had gotten for me. I took a deep breath, feeling oddly more comfortable accepting favors from Victor—the dangerous billionaire—than from William, the bodyguard. After getting dressed, I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my mind racing. 'Do you even believe him? Can you trust him?' I questioned myself. William had been lying to me since the day we met, yet here I was, believing this story about his boss—a man who was anonymously and selflessly in love with me. But then I remembered the sincerity in William's voice

“And how do we know you won’t change your mind?” The distrust sliced deeper than I expected. I forced my voice calm. “In two weeks, I’ll be gone. Out of the country. You’ll never see me again.” There was a pause. Then, quiet satisfaction on the other end. “Good girl.” I hung up, my chest burning. I once was the family’s little princess. Until they brought Elena home. Elena.——The daughter who had been stolen as a child, only to be found years later. Broken. Fragile. Perfect for their guilt to cling to.

"Yes, you. What's your name?" I had no interest in starting trouble, so I answered her casually. "Stella Asher." I was the Wolf Princess of the grasslands. The only true princess. I hunted my own wolf during my coming-of-age ceremony and made my own fur coat. Since then, I'd become a legend. Somehow, that story had been twisted into something else. People now believed I'd relied on my parents to get my fur, and now someone was even impersonating me. Still, I didn't want drama with her. I came here to live peacefully for the next four years.

Everyone should be scared of me right about now. “Well? SPEAK!” I yell. Damn Fools. They should learn to fear me. Fear had an addicting smell when served. And someone was about to lose their head, literally. Out of four men present, only one steps forward. Head bowed as his voice speaks, barely above a whisper. “Sh-She got over the fence, Sir. We-We can’t find any-any more leads”. Astounding. No speechless. Our little Principessa (Princess) actually managed to find a way out of our compound. She actually escaped. Definitely impressed. Furious. But I was impressed.

Could she be? Everyone in the hall was astonished, their eyes falling on the princess. Uh, Oh! Princess Dohana lowered her face and bit her lip, trembling with panic. How would she begin to explain this? Fuming, the Queen Mother strode towards her and said, "Dohana, tell me this isn't true." Seeing the Queen Mother's horrified face, Dohana shuddered. But soon remembered something. She raised her head and confidently retorted. "Your majesty, I'm sorry but it's true. Jake and I are married. We are officially husband and wife."

she asked, toe tapping against the weathered porch boards. Damn. She got me. I had done my best to learn what I could about Tobi’s world, and yeah, I knew he was a prince. But I hadn’t really thought it through. Not all the way. “I mean… we haven’t exactly talked about that yet,” I muttered, trying to keep my composure. “A crescent moon,” Moira said, exasperated. “I guess we should start calling you Princess,” Oscar teased with a grin. Henry turned in his arms, confused. “Wait, what secret is she keeping?”

I feel like I'm one of those bullies who takes advantage of their assets and make other people feel like losers. I maybe a Princess-like born with such fortune in front of me, but I'm still a human. I am also full of flaws and imperfections like any other person out there. Maybe I am a modern princess, but not in fairytales. --------- Third person's POV Sylvia couldn't help but lose an owl laugh because of what she heard. Now she knows the reason why her daughter went to Olivia Wines ’son’s office. And the business matters that it said are just a favor related to the selection of the construction company that will work for the new project to be launched by the company.

It is terrible! They saw at once that she must be a real princess when she had felt the pea through twenty mattresses and twenty feather beds. Nobody but a real princess could have such a delicate skin. So the prince took her to be his wife, for now he was sure that he had found a real princess, and the pea was put into the Museum, where it may still be seen if no one has stolen it. Now this is a true story. Book Reviews (1) Pal says: August 1, 2020 at 1:46 pm