Gay Disney Princess Novels & Stories

Ares stated. Daisy fisted her hand on her skirt. She has no say, no freedom and no will. Damon nodded once and Daisy stepped out. She felt like a pawn in their hands and a toy they could play with and toss aside. "I don't think this is fair. Princess Kayla, is a Lady of high class, how can she deal with a person of low class" A short haired guy spoke. He looked so much like the red haired girl. Daisy concluded that they are sibblings immediately.

laughter to be specific. 'oh God when I told her she's gay and needs to shut up.. she looked so fucken lost. She's just tiring, she should stop trying to play princess and get on the dance floor with you.. no one will respect her or wanna hang out with her just because she gave up there and said you win.. She's still hated for being a confused prick...' I made out Wendy's voice and people laughed. ''..... I just want to say, I can't.. Layla deserves it more...'.... bitch... she sucks.. dicks...'

Or maybe he's still busy to think about finding me. But I'm still his daughter. Didn't he even missed me in the last three months? Or it's just okay with him without me around? But what about Mom? Isn't she informed? I smiled wryly. I know the Harold's will break it with Mom. Maybe she's also busy to even care. I heaved a sigh. I am Siren Mendez. Everybody calls me princess. But this princess here they didn't know. Though I got almost everything I need, yet it's all empty and I'm still lonely.

I smiled as well. "do you know Princess Dahlia?" I asked. I've been hearing that name since earlier, I'm curious about her. "she's one scary Princess. I don't like her" she pouted. "why? she's a Princess after all, you should like a Princess like you" I answered. "she's so mean. She's selfish, she's a brat, she's noisy and she's very annoying" she fussed. I laughed. "do you hate her that much?" I asked.

"DON'T FUCKING DISTURB ME: WHAT PART OF THAT STATEMENT DID YOU NOT UNDERSTAND? YOU SHOULD BE FUCKING WATCHING Daisy, DAMMIT!" "This just came in the mail for Daisy in a Disney princess DVD case," I said, putting the disc on his desk. He makes fists and clenches his jaw. "She asked me to turn it on so she could watch it. It's not a princess movie, boss." The look on my face causes him to avert his gaze as he says, "It's a video of Della by God knows who" He reaches for the disc and inserts it into his laptop, cutting off my speech. I stand in front of his desk listening to Della scream and sob in anguish as he hits play and watches it.

"Now what was that?" “Let me go," she whispers, but her head falls back onto Gage's shoulder and she whimpers when my lips brush against her neck. I can feel her resistance weakening, her body melting into our touch. "Not at all. Actually, I believe she means the complete opposite," Gage says, gripping her nipples through her tank top and pinching them. “Fuck!" “That's right, princess, just let go." “Can we have sex with you?" Princess asks. “Yes," she says on a shaky breath.

DAISY I watched with my hazy sight as Daddy Grayson pulled out of me and got off the bed. Before I could even let my legs down properly, Luxuria Daddy was already in between my legs. "You cannot be tired yet, right?" He asked, a hand fisted around his hard cock. I could almost feel how that cock would feel inside me already, hitting all that deep spots. "We are just starting. You have to outdo us, Princess. You know that, right?" He asked.

Julia scared the hell out of me saying that such secret notes meant only one thing: the Princess was a lesbian. "Oh, God! Are you sure? Why me??" "You didn't attend any of the sex parties. She must have noticed that." "When is the next party? I will definitely attend it." "Too late for that," she chuckled, "she already found you." Julia was bisexual. Why couldn't the Princess pick her? I went to her chamber not knowing what to expect. "Nadia... can I trust you with a secret?" she asked, looking all jittery. Oh boy!

“Get off my face, you damned cat!” I gaped at them, then stared in horror at Winnie who pointed a wand at me. I blurted out, “I don’t want to be a princess. Please don’t hurt me.” “Don’t worry, this won’t hurt, and you’ll thank me for it. You haven’t had a human long enough to know this, but every little girl wants to be a princess. Have a good trip, Princess Daisy. Stella ardenti reditus.”

My brain felt like it was short-circuiting. "Okay," I said slowly, carefully choosing my words. "I think I missed a memo. Several memos, actually. What. Just. Happened?" Gayle gave me a sheepish smile. "Well, I guess the cat's out of the bag. That's right, Gabe. I'm a princess." She said it so casually, like she was admitting she forgot to pick up milk at the grocery store. "Princess Aria Gayle Kriszle Windsor-Valois, to be exact."