Ice Princess Narnia Novels & Stories

I gave him a smile to let him know that I remembered before I faced my new partner. Well suppose to be a partner. It was Nate, but apparently he was having a conservation with another girl. And he didn't seem happy. It was a girl with long purple hair that shone in the light. I remember from my lesson with Ace that she's Princess Camille. Her silver dress sparkling with different colors as if it were alive. Expensive non-metallic jewelry decorated her from top to toe. I'll say, she's beautiful. Camille, the princess of the Kingdom of Frae. The fairies.

This woman is adorned with gold, smiles, and elegance on the outside, but on the inside, she is a tar pool, disgusting stinky little sh*t. Another flush is heard from the stalls. I recognize the female taking her place between me and Princess Asta, Iguz Djinn's wife and master, Mrs. Aerial Mahatma. "Princess Beatrice, how wonderful seeing you here. I should have known when our seating table companions were fairies, rather than the usual salty mermaids, you had a magic finger in the subject. You are always a marvelous host." She compliments my last-minute table card swap I had done behind Connor's back when I realized their guest allocations. Djinns weren't the only ones paired inappropriatel

Peach happily sing while walking with Prince Caspian. While the two of them is in the garden Prince Caspian ask her a question. "Which Princess do you like the most?" Little Peach smile widely and answer. "Anastasia!" Anastasia is a Princess who lost her memories. But still, Peach love her. Prince Caspian pick a yellow flower and give it to her. Peach blush. "This is for you. Princess Anastasia's gown is color yellow. And yellos suit you." Peach shyly put a strand of her hair behind her ears before accepting the flower.

Angelina said to them which got them astonished. "My name is Princess Diana. A long time ago, my dad, King Avellaneda was the ruler of the kingdom called Narnia. My dad loved my mum, queen Bella so much and both parents took care of me and my sibling so well. We all lived in peace and harmony until the battle that happened between the four gods. Our kingdom Narnia was a neighbor kingdom to Hestia, the goddess virgin kingdom. The battle affected every neighborhood which led to the extinction of the five gods. My dad and my mum sacrificed themselves to save all our people. And then, Tony came. Tony was a male servant to Hestia and Hestia liked him so much. Tony was a Lycan with so much power a

~A girl so happy yet so silent Her heart pure like the snow So afraid she was of people And yet she loved a boy He was as charming as a prince And lit up her world in diamonds She was the happiest she had ever been But a flower always dies Turned out he was a demon The princess he now held captive A high tower in the mountains Her heart closed down in darkness Now she hates him... No escape left, all went quiet The princess in the mountains They say her ghost now hates silence The prince that was a demon He was never seen in the forest.~ The book pages had some teardrops on them for, by the end of the poem, Siana’s eyes were covered in tears. Her mind was filled with questions after she fini

Scarler throws me a pleading look as if I could fix the situation, and since I don't want to see her disappointed, I decide to help as best I can. --- Hey flea why all this freshness? We are males we eat everything without frills-- I say the last sentence looking suggestively at my princess who turns so red she looks like she's having a heart attack Trying to divert the conversation the same line --- Dear Deniel, first of all his name isn't flea-like it's PRINCE, secondly I think it's better for you to continue without giving an opinion because if not I might throw you out the window-- she stops for a minute to think and completes-- no through the window no, I don't even have the strength fo

Why did you call me that ," I asked but she furrowed her brows ,guess she didn't understand. "What is it, my princess? "The 'my princess' phase you call me ,I am no princess,why all this respect ,my name is Naunet and I am just like you , I explained to clarify things . "Oh dear you are a princess and you deserve to be respected , aren't you aware that you will birth a king , that makes you a princess , and a princess lives inside you , isn't that enough reason to call you a princess ,she smiled with curious eyes .

I meant the kick I gave to him earlier. " Adam go strain her and part her from him, specially her legs and , Hany go kill him at once "he said the warrior stood up sighing from his aching wound yet he Ironically said " ha kill who, me , and part us , the faithful lovers , how evil!?" Hany , the young soldiers was about to attack when he stopped him " wait , just for the memory which princess is she exactly " Hany said while laughing " she is the princess Muons , the darkened King's fiancé , didn't you know"

He almost had a heart attack when he found the position of Nirmala who was standing not far from where he was with her sharp gaze. The blessing ceremony will begin soon. Irlac was already standing before the priest in the center of the hall. He was waiting for the bride to enter the hall. Since three weeks earlier he had no longer seen the princess. Come to think of it, the princess actually had a pretty face. It's just that, her aura is very scary when she is being Eleanor's figure. In addition, the princess has perfection like the princess in general. Intelligent, insightful, has several skills such as playing swords and archery. Even if someone else did it, Eleanor and Jasmine were the sa

It was opposite to her mother’s whose voice was always calm and controlled. “Good morning, kid,” I replied. My eyes hurt looking at her dress. She was wearing all the colors in the rainbow. Her sock on the left foot was yellow and red on the right. Her shoes were violet. Her big headband was orange. Her dress was indigo and her bracelet was green and blue. She was so little and yet, she was bursting with colors from head to toe. “I’m sorry, but what is a princess like you doing here?” When Iris smiled, her dimples appeared. “I came to look at your mark, Mr. Willers. It’s beautiful.”