Modern Princess Disney Novels & Stories

“If Bunny lost his eyebrows again, we are not calling that an emergency.” “Not Bunny.” Sebastian looked at the tablet in her hand. “What?” Poppy immediately turned on the screen and nearly pressed the thing into her father’s face. “This.” Sebastian pulled the tablet back a few inches to preserve his retinas. I looked at the screen from where I was standing. Princess castle. And not just any princess castle either. The thing was dusty pink, white, and gold, with four floors, tiny towers, a plastic elevator, a ballroom, a stable, lights that actually worked, and enough accessories to make one adult lose faith in capitalism.

Even quiet, serious Ethan. "We can take a break," I said. "Sit somewhere quiet. Get some food." "The children—" "The children have been running nonstop for ninety minutes. They could use a break too." I stood up. "Come on. There's a princess meet-and-greet area. Madison's been looking at the signs all morning." The princess pavilion was exactly what it sounds like. A row of small, elaborately decorated stages, each one housing a different princess from different stories. Snow White in her blue and yellow. Cinderella in her ball gown. Belle with her golden dress and her book.

To the world, I'm Sophia Romano—the family's wild, radiant princess. Vincent is the mafia heir—stoic, controlled, the very picture of restraint. But every night, he grips my waist, fucking me until my legs go weak while whispering my name over and over: "Principessa." He just doesn't know that in two weeks, I'm marrying someone else. The sheets are still damp with our shared heat. I lie in bed, catching my breath as Vincent rises to dress.

I remember that burqa perfectly, so pretty and well-behaved, I don't know why so much fuss, these women don't know how to appreciate good clothes. Just as I think about answering, we're interrupted by a faint knock on the door. --- Supreme? Supreme? Excuse me, I came to inform you that the car is already at your disposal-- Alfred appears in the door opening after hearing my command to enter. --- Great Alfred, thank you very much-- my princess responds kindly, putting the comb on top of the dressing table-- you can take the day off to rest and let Gloria know that you're also excused for today-- she says turning her back to me and walking away forward like a true queen, no, like the true supr

In a short while, the movie began. The Stolen Princess The Princess felt bad after she concluded that the Protagonist had left her for good, and would not show up again. When she had given up, she heard a vortex of air at her window, and she jolted. Ordinarily, the whirlwind could scare anyone, but her desire to see her mysterious lover overtook her. Rather than hide, she smiled and waited for his appearance. She was overjoyed when he finally showed up as a crocodile, and she was not scared.

The sight in front of me makes my eyes wide. The princess, fast asleep on my couch. Why isn’t she in her own room? I quietly make my way across the room. I don’t want to wake her, but what’s she doing here? Well, she can’t sleep on the couch; she’s much too good for that.

I asked, “I mean, I’m a princess now. Should I try to dress the part?” She snorts at the idea, “The day you trade in your chains and platform knee highs for heels and a princess dress is the day humanity ends. You are you. If you aren’t what they consider a princess, redefine it. If they don’t like it, fuck ‘em.” Her blunt analysis made me happy. She’s right.

"Chase me, Father!" Shouted the eight-years-old Princess Amayah of Lancayan. They are in the palace garden and are having fun playing. Her father, King Kendra chases after her while laughing. They were also accompanied by her older sister, Princess Aloha and their mother, Queen Aruha. They picture a happy family that anyone would envy.

It was an honor to be in the presence of such skilled men. I wasn’t the only woman on board. There was another that went by the name of Liza. She was a tough, broad woman with a barking voice. She was as hard as the crew she commanded. Captain Liza controlled one of the other ships, though I was unsure of its name. While she had a hard surface, she was soft towards me. Her eyes never looked at me with anything but kindness. I knew I liked her from our very first introduction. Liza provided me with womanly advice and naturally took me under her wing when she got the chance. Unlike the others, she made a point of reminding me I was a Princess, but not in a bad way. She often provided me with a

“Honestly, if you wanted to pretend to be still out, you could have at least kept your breathing even.” “Are we sure she’s a spy?” “Who are you? What do you want?” I reached for my dagger but one of them lifted it and waved it. “It’s not even silver,” one of them said. “And it’s poorly made. I didn’t think the alpha king would let his little princess be so unprotected.” The other one chuckled. “It was surprisingly easy to snatch you of the street. Not a bit of a defense in you.” “It’s like she doesn’t know…”