Long Haired Disney Princess Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 3 A very big wolf! 6years later... "Alexandria! Alex! Alex!" Diana_ shouted as vibrant ten years Alexandria, ran past her, she looked very pretty in the knee-length flair lemon gown she was wearing. Her long thick silver hair was held up in a ponytail. She had her mother's, small almond, eyes, the pupil, dark and thin with winter grey pupils. She was a rare beauty.

“You can't do this to me, Your Highness Crown Princess. I am the designer who has been sent by Crown Prince personally to make you a dress,” said a woman in her early 40s with a green dress. There's a peacock's long feather embedded in her hair bun. That feather was beautiful but it makes it hard for Fuschia to hold back her laughter every time she saw it sway here and there. "Ehem. But I don't want to wear your design, Madame Leroy."

“Kat, is it important that one of us pick the hair clip so we can send you coded messages?” “Well actually, it would be if we ever got separated” Kat informed “Ok then, I will choose the clip” Princess Rota ran her fingers over a gold necklace with a big green emerald “This would have matched Father’s ring” “Yes” Kat said “I will choose the necklace then” The princess declared. All right let me show you have each piece works, and we will set up the hair clips Program on each of your comms so you can all use it to send messages.

The silence between them stretched out, causing her to become increasingly nervous. She moved her floor length brown hair back over her shoulder, carefully unravelling it from the twisted plat with her fingers. Michael raised an eyebrow as she did, the length increasing. Elika removed all the knots with her fingers, sighing as the task was both long and tiring. Michael shook his head, shocked by the length of her hair. “We are going to have to cut that, it is too long.” The princess’ violet eyes widened, her breath catching slightly. She stared at her uncle’s comrade, confusion coating her tone. “What?”

suddenly Dellinq was standing up straight in my mind, his tail and ears up. 'What is it Dellinq?' I asked. 'Smell that?' He asked. I sniffed and this heavenly smell of Lemon and Ginger filled my nose. I looked over and this beautiful brunette walked towards me, her hair was pulled into a high pony tail on the back of her head. She wasn't skinny, thank god, and she had all these perfect curves in all the right places. My mouth hung open as I heard the Princess speak, bringing me out of my frozen state.

Her golden hair, usually meticulously braided by her own tiny hands, now fanned out across the pillow like a halo of dandelion fluff. A soft snore escaped her rosy lips, the sound utterly incongruous with the fierce pout adorning her face. Despite the disarray, there was a captivating peacefulness about her. The weight of the day, the boundless energy that usually propelled her from one adventure to the next, seemed to have finally settled. A single, golden curl traced a rebellious path across her forehead. It was a stark contrast to the carefully coiffed princess who sashayed around the house earlier.

“Mommy, is he like this? Mommy is so pretty she looks like a princess, so Daddy must look like this, too, right?” “Oh… actually… yeah.” Andrea received the storybook and stared at the picture. It was when the golden-haired maiden had her long hair flow down a castle, so the prince could climb to meet her. Just the sight of it reminded Andrea of Gryphon’s fascination with her golden hair. It didn’t help that the men had similar hair colors and standing.

"Your hair is very beautiful, Princess!" "Really?" "That's right, Princess!" Said Helena patiently. When finished, Princess Nathania looked in the mirror to see her new haircut. The result, made him scream hysterically. "W-why is it like this? No way, why my is so short? It's so bad, Helen!" She shouted crying. She was shocked to see her long hair that was hanging beautifully turned into short hair like a boy.

There once was a princess that lived on a faraway island. And That island was full of lush green forests, but very little farm land and civilization. The princess's name was Anatonia. She was very beautiful with long wavy chestnut hair that went to her knees, sparkling emerald green eyes with full black lush eyelashes that tipped off her full syrupy brown lips, and a warm tanned skin. Her mother, Queen Amera had jade black hair that reached just about her shoulder blades, warm honey brown hazel eyes with dark full lashes, with pale white skin, and light pink lips. Her father, King Albus, looked much more like his daughter. The same hair and eyes except with redder lips.

A low moan escapes my lips as lips encircle my hard nipple. Strong fingers find their way inside me, slowly moving in a ‘come hither’ motion and creating a lewd squelching sound that I did not expect my body to make. “Princess, are you my good girl?” I look down my body to find familiar dark green eyes, filled with lust and need. “Yes!” I moan out my answer….