Ice Princess Narnia Novels & Stories

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.

gods, how does she so effortlessly lighten up my mood all the time? "The princes are pompous in Caps." She continues, "But they are very beautiful men who are known rizz masters." I turn to her. "What?" "You know... rizz... Smooth talkers." She explains. "Oh, now I understand." From the open door, the interior of Alpha Hall looks like a building from the 70's. Zuri calls it “Noble Hogwarts with less chill,” and I totally agree. We're about to step through the door when we get blocked off by four good-looking boys who look like they are genetically engineered to seduce, ruin, and then casually forget you existed.

I didn’t know why, but I suddenly felt nervous and bothered. I was surprised when two girls pulled me by my arms. I was about to push them away when the girl with white hair spoke again. How could they be so touchy? Gosh! “I’m Venus, princess of Amien Kingdom, wind manipulator,” she said. We all sat down on a long, round sofa. The girl holding my left arm, with brown eyes and long, curly green hair, spoke next. “I’m Celestina, princess of Fleur Kingdom, I can manipulate nature’s power.”

All the books he's read and all the fantastic movies he's watched were nothing in front of the paradise around him at the moment. They arrived in a small village inhabited by creatures called Pixies. Like the elves, they are beautiful and have long multicoloured wings. Jimmy saw a group of males and females preparing to ride in a kind of huge carriage. Each of them held a mirror and fixed their appearance before entering. "Your Grace, where are they going?" he asked. "The prince of Rosa must be doing another selection." Nylian rubbed his chin. "Rosa?" Jimmy furrowed. "You must be confused." the elf chuckled. "There are a lot of areas in Fantasia and Rosa is one of them, their prince's name i

They flinched and raced to help quell the whining coming from far south of the room. I made way to the secluded room to bring in the raucous djinn that threatened to break free of its binding. It was still in its budding stages of becoming a full-fledged shapeshifter, so it’d be too early of a statement to tell what form it will take on when it's at its peak. “Prince!” Shareef ran towards me, eyes wide in disbelief. I ignored him and waved Khorasa and Faruq over. “Prince,” he said again, now out of breath.

I was the famously sickly daughter of a great general. A cold breeze could make me cough blood. Unfortunately, I also had echopraxia, which made me compulsively imitative. Whatever I saw, I copied, and nobody could stop me. When I was three, one of my father's mistresses staged a hanging to win his attention. I thought it looked interesting, looped a sash around my own neck, and copied her. By the time a maid found me, my eyes had already rolled back. The physician forced three bowls of restorative down me through the night before he got me back. When I was five, my half sister threw herself on the floor screaming for candy. I copied her and stayed unconscious for seven whole days. My fa

He legs were shaking from fear but she still looked straight at the guard without beating an eyelash . " Who are you ?! " said Catherine . " I am part of the closest squad of king Damien PenDraco ! My name is Ian ! " said Ian with a serious expression . He walked towards Catherine while she looked at him nervously . " Don't come closer ! Stay away ! " said Catherine . " Are you the princess ?! " asked Ian . " What ?! " said Catherine confused . " I am the princess ! Princess Charlotte of Anadol ! " said Charlotte from behind fearing that he would hurt her mother .

And my princess is no Beta, she is a queen, a Luna at least. “Already an overprotective father?” Crystal teases, coming up with Daisy. “That Sophie is cute as button. She and Daisy go to the same school.” “Sophie?” Daisy asks with a squished-up nose. “Yes,” Carl kneels down to his daughter. “Sophie is the new Pack Princess. Her Mommy is our Luna.” “Her mommy is a maid,” Daisy says, sticking her nose in the air. “Sophie is not a princess.” “Sophie is the pack princess now,” Crystal corrects her. “You will show her respect, young lady, or expect punishment.”

But, I also invited my team and their siblings with us too to show our support for the Academy's Princess - The raven-haired ice Princess that held the official title of 'Belle' at the Academy. Despite the icy, flat tone she shows outwardly, those of us who have taken the time to get to know her know that she's not at all very icy. Unlike the jerk of a best friend that we've all titled the 'Ice Prince'. Unlike Arte, he's genuinely a hardass who just wants to see the world burn.

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.