Pocket Princesses Disney Novels & Stories

In walked her lady’s maid. She quickly wiped the tears from her eyes and tried to pretend she was fine. By the look on her lady’ maids face let her know she wasn't doing too well. Alexi walked over to Flossina’s refreshment table and poured her a glass of water. She watched as the young girl pulled a little vial out of her pocket. Flossina began to protest. “Alexi..” Alexi put her finger up to her lips to silence the Princess and the Princess quieted her protest. She used her finger to stir the glass when that was done she took a sip of it to show the princess it wasn’t harmful, then handed to her.

Princess pranced and giggled as we strolled. After minutes of strolling, they got to the central park, and Princess was happier when she saw a lot of people. They took a stroll along the Reservoir. “There are so many children,” Princess uttered as she watched the other children running about. Some of them had water blowing bubbles with them. “Do you want one?” Stephanie asked, and Princess nodded in excitement. Stephanie smiled widely and took Princess to where the water-blowing bubbles were sold. She bought one and handed it over to Princess. They began to stroll again, and Princess got busy with her toy.

Everyone's attention is drawn to me, Ray laughs immediately. "You ate all those fries?" he laughs, ostensibly staring at the gigantic, now empty box in my hand. I smile, my teeth glistening with excitement. "That was so good," I laugh too, "I love greasy food." "Hey," Danae declares, "I ate all of mine too!" We all turn our heads toward Danae's empty little bag of kids' food. I notice, all of a sudden, that the bag is decorated with fairies and elves. It seems to suit her, the more I think about it. One of the dark-haired fairies looks almost identical to her.

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.

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

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.

He towers over the caravan on his hind legs, heaving with the excursion of attacking the first soldier. Another bear bounds from the forest and rams its shoulder into one of the horses, sending both it and it's rider to the ground. "We must go now, while they are distracted," Selma hisses grabbing the handle of the carriage and slowly opening the door. Trying to escape undetected is futile, as they exit the wagon in plain view of the bears. "Run," Selma shrieks and pushes Eliana forward. The Princess stumbles over her own feet and almost tumbles to the ground. She picks up her long dress and begins to sprint towards the forest, her long braid flowing behind her.

And my princess is no Beta, she is a queen, a Luna at least. “Already an overprotective father?” Crystal teases, coming up with Daisy. “That Sophie is cute as button. She and Daisy go to the same school.” “Sophie?” Daisy asks with a squished-up nose. “Yes,” Carl kneels down to his daughter. “Sophie is the new Pack Princess. Her Mommy is our Luna.” “Her mommy is a maid,” Daisy says, sticking her nose in the air. “Sophie is not a princess.” “Sophie is the pack princess now,” Crystal corrects her. “You will show her respect, young lady, or expect punishment.”

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.

“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.