Fictional Country In Princess Diaries Mga Nobela at Kwento

“None of your business.” I reached for my phone, but Adrian was faster. His hand snatched it out of mine with the speed of a predator. “Give it back!” I lunged for it, but he caught my wrist, his grip tightening until I winced. “Let go!” “Tell me the truth. That ticket you booked—where are you running off to?” His dark eyes burned into me like gunmetal. I raised my chin. “The Maldives. With a male escort. Satisfied?”

“Your mother, our grandmother, Esmeralda, is a princess from Country S. Your father, Julio, was a world-renowned artist, but guess what? Your grandfather, Leonardo Valtieri, is now the newly crowned King of Country S!” Aria stared at them forgetting to blink. This sounded like a fairytale! Arlyle adjusted his glasses. “So, technically, you’re a crown princess.” Silence. Aria pressed her fingers to her temple. First, she was a legendary hacker, then a divine doctor, and now, this?!

“And you too.” Abby grinned at her. “I went to a real castle,” Abby said, “and saw a real princess get married.” Barry smiled affectionately at what could only be his daughter, their aquamarine-colored eyes identical. “She was a Queen, munchkin,” he said before looking at Lisa. “Have you ever heard of a small country named Merveille?” Lisa grinned. “Actually, I have. You were at the royal wedding?” He nodded. “Just got back a week ago and Abby can’t stop talking about it.”

I said, and they chuckled. “They were told to watch over us from afar,” she replied, and I smiled at her. My name is Mandy Donald, a 19-year-old lady and the princess of the werewolf kingdom. I am not known by anybody since I was brought up behind a mask; the only people who knew my identity were those that work for us. I have been trying to make my parents reason with me by telling them to let me do what I want since I don’t want to end up with someone with a different agenda.

???'s POV Hazel grew up watching fairytales on Disney. She puckered her lips and kissed the Frog Prince with Tiana, just like Belle, she fell in love with the Beast. She and Gabrielle danced with Pocahontas in the wind, and she can't forget when she fought a war with Mulan. Fairytales had always been her thing. So her imagination conjured up what she thought the Fae World would look like; gold, silver, and shimmer everywhere. She even pictured pink talking clouds that tasted like cotton candy. But to her dismay, she wasn't prepared for the truth.

In grade school, the teachers would read stories of giant castles and princesses swept off their feet by Princes, creating unrealistic fantasies in our little brains. Look at my life now, it appears I ultimately met a Prince-a King rather- but he didn't sweep me off my feet. The opposite is the case. Those teachers were damn liars! All of them. "What is running through your head, Gwen?" Abby asked as we got to a fountain at the back of the castle. It was a small fountain flowing into a river bucket that the fading sunset gave an orange hue, still, it was amazing seeing it. "What happens if I don't produce an heir for this Kingdom?" My innermost fear squirted out.

While drinking the coffee, he started reading the diary again. Next Page—- " When I was a child, my grandmother used to tell me fairy tales. Where a sad girl like me lived. Then a beautiful prince would come and make her a queen and take her to his kingdom. I also listened attentively. Grandmother used to say that there is a prince for me too who will take me to his kingdom. I would be happy to hear that too. I used to dream with my head on my grandmother's lap. A beautiful prince riding a white horse is taking me to his kingdom. Make me his queen. But as I grew up, I also lost this illusion. I realized that all these things only happen in fiction. In reality there are no princes. You have t

"Chase me, Father!" Shouted the eight-years-old Princess Amayah of Lancayan. They are in the palace garden and are having fun playing. Her father, King Kendra chases after her while laughing. They were also accompanied by her older sister, Princess Aloha and their mother, Queen Aruha. They picture a happy family that anyone would envy.

“This island was her vision. She bought it, turned it into a separate nation and established it as a constitutional monarchy. Over a million people live here today and they declared her as their queen. She built this country from the scratch, and as her only heir, you are a princess. A real one.” Anne rolled her eyes, unimpressed by the answer. “I’m already a citizen of the U.S. and Italy. I have no desire to add another citizenship to my list, especially if it means being called a princess. If you respect me, then call me Anne and make sure everyone else does too.” Daisy hesitated before nodding slightly. “Yes, prin—” She caught Anne’s sharp look and corrected herself. “Anne. Please, enjoy

The Princess pouted then smiled, “You’re jealous. And he’s only disappointing now cos he's mourning. He fights well, you’re not close” Lord Gaston sighed. Only disapproving words she had of him. She and her mother, they never believed he could do anything. And somehow he never seemed to disappoint them. Their kingdom system was messed up. No King. A highly sexual princess. And now a war with a powerful nation just to get slaves. Not to forget, allying with werewolves they knew hated humans. “Well, we have Red Mountains. And since they’d be handling their fellow werewolves, we’d handle Galdrish. This will be fun” she chuckled.