Pixar Once Upon A Time Novels & Stories

“That’s right. I made a rash decision, but the fact of the matter is that it panned out. It bought us time.” “Nate bought us time,” she countered, putting her hands on her hips. “And you have Nate to thank for the fact that you aren’t sitting in a jail cell right now.” Carter cocked his head, narrowing his big brown eyes on her with a hint of suspicion. “Just how exactly did you convince him to postpone?” “I have my ways,” she asserted, keeping her response vague. “I’m the president of One World for a reason.” “You started the company. That’s the reason.”

Damien's POV The first time I met Lisa Armstrong, it was at a movie theater, where we had both gone to see The Little Mermaid. Her auburn hair was styled in a bun, atop a head that stood out on the female dominated queue seeking to buy popcorn, with a white cashmere dress that hugged her willowy waist and flared to the top of her knees and black heeled boots. Even from behind, with a guy on a baseball cap situated between us, the outfit was cute as hell. But her sling purse was slightly open, and a wallet was peeking out. And the guy in front of me who maybe thought I wasn't paying attention had already swiped the wallet, and made it disappear through his front pocket.

I made my way to the window; no one was outside as I heard the faint click of heels on the wood floor. ***Meet you outside.*** I opened the window and slid out, shutting it behind me. "You know, when you told me about Harriet, Heather, and Matt calling you Rose-punzel on your eighteenth birthday, I never thought I would get the pleasure of reenacting it with you." Orion's voice teased from behind me. "Oh, look, my prince came to rescue me." I grinned as I snaked my arms around his waist. "Always." Orion pressed a kiss to my temple. "Come on; I got something for Pru to look at."

One of the many reasons I’m not a Disney fan. I guess it could be worse. Khalid is Bruno. Multiple children he has crossed paths with like to taunt him and shout “Silenzio Bruno” at him before they do something stupid like cannonballs into the pool. Another thing to thank Disney for. It seems these kids have all watched the new Pixar movie. I had to ask one of the kids where they got that from. I haven’t watched a Disney movie in a long time, so I’m not up to date.

I catch myself smiling. Jax and I watched a movie yesterday while he was feeling ill, one of those old ones with fairies and pirates. He’d fallen asleep halfway through, but I’d stayed up watching it just to see how it ended. There was a scene where the fairy lit up the dark, fierce and stubborn and full of light. Looking at Paige now, I can’t help but think of that. My own damn Tinker Bell, too brave for her own good, always glowing when she shouldn’t.

Near midnight, Carmilla sent a flood of new photos—hundreds of flight records showing Mario's secret trips to see her, and more of them in bed together, intimately entangled. The most painful part was one particular date—yesterday. Our wedding anniversary. Carmilla: [Dear sister, I'm coming home tomorrow. I just can't stop missing Mario.] I laughed bitterly, saved the photos, blocked her number, and lay awake till dawn. The fortune-teller had been wrong. Mario hadn't fallen in love with someone else in the seventh year of our marriage. He had loved her long before that.

"Amore, the doctor says there's something wrong with the baby." Jonathan stiffened, grabbed his coat, and headed for the door. Only when he reached it did he seem to remember me. "Nat, something came up. You don't have to wait up for me tonight. Lock the doors and windows, and make sure you're covered when you sleep." What a hopeless romantic. Even then, he was still worried about me. How touching. After he left, the mansion sank into a dead silence. I dumped the remaining strawberry cake into the trash. I hadn't eaten something that sweet in three years, and I wasn't used to it anymore.

Clara gestured as they went forward into another room. "Wow!" Clarissa exclaimed. "You paint?" "Yah, I do it in my free time." Clara told her and they both laughed. "Is that a picture of Daniel?" "Maybe, I did kind of draw him. Promise me you won't tell him." "Okay, okay, I promise, but you owe me to keep my mouth shut." "Yah," Clara shrugged. "He won't believe that I paint." "So you kept it a secret from him, how cunning of you." She held her heart dramatically. "Well let me tell you a secret, I paint too." (Ends)

I also shook my head a no to him. "I am here with you, though." He said and stared at me. After buying something we can chew which was cotton candy and also popcorn, we sat on the chairs that was in here. "I still don't want to. You can't be trusted when it comes to these things." I answered that he responded with a chuckle. "I promise I'll really won't do anything to scare you off." He said. I was about to refuse his offer but he pulled me that made me stand up from sitting down on the chair.

a crease formed on my forehead as I looked into his eyes. It once again caught some pieces of my heart that fell when I saw how the light coming from the moon reflected on them. His pair of orbs could really be the death of me someday. Damn, it's scary! “Nah. As what you've said, I beg to disagree Mr. Maxim Alexander. Taking a break doesn't mean you need to delay whatever you're doing. To say that it would be a waste of time isn’t really making me stay still on the side. Because a break is what everyone needs when things are out of their control.”