Little Princess Mint Novels & Stories

She has her father's pale gold hair - which is identical to mine - and the angry eyes that flashed at Lisa are definitely hers. " How's the restaurant going, Lisa? Flourishing, I presume." Dad spears a pea with a fork. Lisa offers a smile with the power to stop hearts. Dubbed 'Princess of Oakenville' by the locals, her famed, angelic beauty is the reason most of the patrons at her thriving restaurant, Duke's Table, consist of adoring fanboys, and why most women love to have her as a prime subject of their gossip. "Your presumption is indeed right. Did I mention there's a prospect of an interview with Women's Weekly? They want me to feature in a cover story."

Like lavender. Her hair was held up in a high bun and a sullen expression dominated her features. I was amazed at how fast she was able to get dressed and come out of the room. I remember how my dad always used to shout at my mum to hurry up when we were going out. We'd have to wait for minutes before my mum finally came out. When she eventually did, all the anger my dad felt would be buried and he'd just keep staring at her. Now I understood what he was staring at. The Princess' face was bare. I don't think I have ever seen her with any makeup before and she didn't need it.

So I move close and kiss her lips, slowly, once and release. Princess has her eyes closed as I move back, so I take my time to admire her. Her beautiful lashes that are spreading out contrast her milky skin. Her cheeks are tinted with a beautiful blush, and the way she doesn't move doesn't open her eyes... it gives me a heads-up to kiss her again.

All were talking about their dear princess. Did I forget to tell you that there was a television set in our school cafeteria? The principal wanted us, the students to inculcate some knowledge about the current affairs. The television only allowed news channels and discovery which rarely people saw in our school. But today, everyone's eyes popped out at the very name of the Princess. The girls were literally screaming and squealing about the princess. "Princess Mia is soo beautiful, her eyes are killer and oh my god! The last time she attended the Global Charity Fest, she looked so flawless in her red sequence gown!" Jessica

He didn't display his king status; on the contrary, I completely forgot he’s a king whenever I spoke with him. "Princess Asta Eragonia, what a pleasure to meet you." Adrian addresses a guest. "I have heard only good things about you. Please follow me. I will escort you to your fiancée, King Omar." My eyes went from admiring Omar to noting the model female taking Adrian's arm. No wonder Omar lost his heart. Saying she is gorgeous is an understatement. Bold expressive brows, smokey eyes enhancing her green iris, red lipstick affirming her authority and self-confidence, and her caramel highlighted brown balayage hair to one side, uncovering the golden dragon ear-cuff with an elegant string earr

“Everything looks in order, he passed the documents on. I formally Move that Mia be recognised as a Princess of Ziion” The rest of the governors then inspected all the documentation and one by one confirmed the motion. The Governor who put the motion forth spoke up “Congratulations, Princess Mia we confirm your status as Princess Rota’s twin sister and the daughter of the recently passed King Levis.” He bowed his head in respect. He then took a deep breath and continued

“That child oozes charisma and is infused with so much energy and vibrancy, she puts fireflies to shame.” “I cannot deny this,” I simply reply. “And she’s not even two.” “So you’re forewarning me that I’m about to have a flamboyant personality on my hands?” “Because you don’t already?” she counters. “True fact,” I mutter. Princess Peanut is, indeed, a character. Interestingly, I suspect she already knows this, which eggs her on even more.

"Can you wrap it up when it’s ready?" "Of course, no problem." "How much do I owe you?" He just blinked at her. "Alright then. What’s your name?" she asked as a little girl darted into the store. "Brian. Guess what?" The girl froze, staring at Dahlia. "You’re the princess," she whispered. Dahlia grinned. "No, you’re the princess." "Thanks," she said, glancing down at her feet. "What’s your name?" she asked, tilting the little girl’s chin up gently.

Luke asked. "Yeah, it's a princess theme so I wanted to make everything look like a palace," Valentino replied. Alessandra squealed in excitement and demanded to be put down by Valentino. He gently put her down and Alessandra ran around the house, admiring all the decorations surrounding the house. "Isn't this too much for a kid's party?" Luke asked. "Nothing would be too much for Alessandra. She's just a kid, let her enjoy these things, okay?" Valentino said.

She followed Harry as he leads her to the living area where he put the high glasses filled with fruitshakes. "I don't know what flavor do Miss Siren likes so I just brought different flavors." She started smelling them. "Mango," it's the yellow one. "Avocado," the green one. "Pomegranate," the purple one. "Strawberry." She casually took a sip on the last one. It was sweet too. And the mixture of the fruit and milk was superb. "Is it good?" Harry asked. She smiled sheepishly like a child and gives him a thumbs up.