Pocket Princesses Comics Novels & Stories

Deacon said through gritted teeth before dragging the woman who looked just like me out of the room. I huffed and sat on the bed looking around the room in daylight. The dark purple was a beautiful color and made the room look very royal. I saw a set of clothes laid out on a dresser I hadn't noticed last night. I approached and saw it was a sundress that was yellow with delicate pink flowers lining the hems. I suddenly realized I had slept in my clothes and headed into the adjoining bathroom to shower.

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

Halfway to their destination, King Poseidon and King Neptune halted, and Alpha Aros and Beta Platos stroke forward to meet them, accompanied by the mermaids carrying bags. The princesses, their faces veiled in delicate silver sea silk lace, exuded an air of mystery and grace. Their presence added an ethereal touch to the solemn occasion. With a graceful motion, the mermaids presented the bags to the princesses, who delicately reached inside and retrieved clear jars, each containing a unique sea cucumber. Nerissa's jar held a striking purple sea cucumber, while Madissa's contained a translucent specimen. The princesses, their veiled expressions hidden, carefully placed the jars back into the

"Yes! Can you???" Peach smile and say..."of course!" "Once upon a time, there is a little Princess who doesn't believe in romance. The Princess have a boring life with a colorful and cheerful friends. Thosw friends of her that makes her high school life a little better. Until one day, the little Princess left something important in the wild forest. The little Princess wants to take what she hade left in the forest. But when she came back, It was already gone making her sad. Not until she met Prince Charming who luckily have her magical notebook.

Wearing nice clothes, having money, having many friends, and not having any problems except studying. They had everything, they were free... Claire's hand opened the worn cloth bag she had been using for three years and took out a thin notebook. The notebook still contained some notes from her high school days. She believed that there was no woman in the world who had never dreamed of being a princess. She did too. Claire glanced at the clothes whose colors had long faded and smiled sadly. A princess who only had two pairs of decent clothes that had already faded. And never-ending problems...

She wanted to defeat this evil menace herself. In a matter of seconds, she was given a horn. “I am the Princess of Prestoria. What do you want?!” Everyone turned in the direction of the voice. They saw a young beautiful but tattered dressed girl by the window side holding a horn. Octavia eyed the so-called princess creature with disgust. Is this the legendary princess? She laughed out loud and all her soldiers copied, laughing out menacingly. She was macabre. “So you are the little brat everyone keeps talking about. Is that not sweet?!”

The entity, its voice dripping with condescension, replied, "I am a guardian of forgotten truths, protector of the abyss. You intrude upon my dominion. To leave, you must prove your worth." Cassandra's eyes narrowed. "And how do we do that?" The guardian, now fully formed, revealed an ornate chest, shimmering with an ethereal light. "Within this chest lies a riddle. Solve it, and the path forward will be revealed." Lea, always the brave one, stepped forward. "Open it. We're not afraid of your games." The guardian smirked. "Very well. But remember, every choice has consequences." The chest clicked open, revealing a parchment. The game of truths and deceptions had begun.

"This is a little better than those dungeon rooms. Even though you're our prisoner, you're still a lady and deserve to be treated as such... especially since you may not be here very long. I finally look up as the door opens to a simple room about half the size of the one in the mansion. However, it looks clean and is probably much better than the cells in the dungeon. "Thank you," I say softly as I enter the room. The bed is quite large and inviting, beckoning me to lie down on it. "If you want to change into better clothes, there are some in the closet," he smiles as he walks over to a door and opens it to reveal several outfits. "There are also some necklaces in this drawer that were left

The promise of a princess from a kingdom as big as Bright River was impossible for her to renege. “Hollymere was never planted, Princess.” “Ahh ... please, call me Queenie.” “All right, Queenie. The grapes you asked about were never planted. Hollymere was not even a plant.” Queenie was silent and listened carefully to all of Deril’s explanations. “So?” “Holymere is a creature that lives at the bottom of the abyss. They have small bodies and can fly with light. These creatures could turn ordinary grapes into Holymere grapes with their miracle light.”

“Do you know who I am? No? The Princess Royal, rightful heir to the late King Gregory of Vercia. Take me back to the palace and I will give each of you your body weight in gold coins.” Miriam gasped, not only at the treachery but because of the notion that she herself had been deemed to be worth so little. She didn’t blame Ketil for that; his offer had been a generous one. “We’ll pass.” Daphne looked astounded, until the self-appointed leader of the two villains added, “I’m more interested in your body, yellow hair, and once we’re ashore I can guarantee you a good time.” The oarsman suddenly let fly with his pole, the flat blade of which caught Sassa unawares, and she dropped like a stone, t