Little Princess Mint Mga Nobela at Kwento

"My little princess." He spun around to Lily and enveloped her in his arms, holding her high and slowly spinning as pink petals drizzled around them. “Raspberry’s a girl,” he said again, burying his face into her neck. “She’s going to be so loved.” “You already bought her tiaras,” Lily sniffled, laughing and crying at the same time. “I’ll buy a castle next.” They didn't notice when the harpist shifted to playing Isn't She Lovely. Or when Helena released the pink glitter cannon into the sky and coated the emcee in sparkle. Or when Brenna yelled, "Nana Supreme wins! I want my prize in chocolate!"

She looked adorable in her frock that she had been wearing, it being the same one that I had gifted her on her birth and that I had brought from the Claws pack. The little princess had been a copy of Michael with green eyes characteristic to the Trines and had been the center of all the attention of the Aegon pack. She had been playing with Cain’s tie right now as she tried to put it in her mouth while he tried to explain it to her that it wasn't something that she should eat and that as soon as he could he would spoil her with the best chocolates in the world.

Oh God, have mercy on me, I don't want to die yet, the servant swallowed the lump within her throat as she slowly rose from her curtsy and kept her gaze respectfully lowered down, gaze wholly focused on her feet though she can tell that the Princess was still seated in front of her vanity mirror from the corner of her eyes. “May I know your name?” the Princess suddenly asked, her voice soft and clear, like the chime of a distant bell ringing in the distance–and that's all the more worst because her voice sounded so genuinely soft and harmless… the Princess honestly looked like a harmless child, what with her sweet voice and an… adorable height, the servant was almost inclined to lower her gu

Dante looked like a little swooning puppy when she released him. “And my Mummy is a Princess!” Eliza declared. “Yes, she is a Princess,” Kimmy agreed. “Kimmy, do you want to be a Princess, too?” Eliza questioned. “Absolutely, Eliza!” Kimmy said. “You can come hang out in my princess room,” Eliza decreed. “Morgan, too.” “We can have princess sleepovers!” Morgan announced. “Can Biscuit be our prince?” “Yes,” Eliza squealed with glee.

But she seemed satisfied and that was what mattered. 'What's your name?' she asked. 'Sabrina. Sabrina Fox', I replied. 'I am Diana Miller', she replied. 'Are you really the princess' I asked timidly. I had heard how puffed up and arrogant, those in the upper class were. How they looked down on others they felt were beneath them on the social ladder but this one seemed different. 'I am indeed but I am an introvert. I rarely come out or appear at social gatherings and that's why a lot of people don't know me and can't identify me even when I stand before them', she shrugged.

She said with a dreamy look. She had nothing of a princess... She hardly spoke of fancy dresses or crowns, she simply spoke of her manners... She hardly acted like a savage but she didn't have refined manners like the woman in front of her either... Mirabelle... Is this what she would have looked like if she had been a princess? She would think she was beautiful... - I am Princess Mira-belle... She says with a theatrical air. - Keep your voice down! And don't ever do that again... It's not like me...

I was up. The emcee looked at the paper and stammered. Through the microphone, you could hear him ask if the name was correct. They looked over at me and I raised a single brow at them. It seemed they were doubting what they saw. Eliza was snickering as she walked back to her seat. The emcee took a deep breath. “Her Royal Highness, Princess Elentari ‘Silk’ Tirisil. Princess of Faerl and Lunar Guardian. Graduating with honors, an Associates Degree in Computer Sciences and Communications. Minors in English Literature and Fine Arts. Accepted at Princeton, Yale, Berkeley, NYU, and UIC. Will be attending Berkeley.” The room went shockingly quiet as I approached the stage, each step felt heavier t

𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒘𝒏. 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒕, 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑷𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕(𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒕).

"She's so beautiful." Many who had settled back down stood up to watch, pushing towards the gate. Their claws clenching through the fence as their eyes gleamed with excitement and astonishment. When the Princess reached Jake, she lifted her hand to meet his. Jake took her hand and kissed it before he gently brought her over towards him. Turning towards the crowd, Jake said, "this friend, I hope you have seen it yourself. This is Princess Dohana, the future Queen of Andorra standing next to the Future King."

KATHY❤💯🌈: Hey Good afternoon/night Sweetheart 💕 Damn she calls me princess now 😱 if i'm your princess then you're my queen 👑.. I missed you sooo much today.. Can't wait for you to be back tomorrow. There are some messages on WhatsApp waiting to be read by you ❤️.. I missed you today and I hope you be okay.. ❤❤.. I love you...❤