روايات وقصص ضمن Prince Charming From Shrek 2

Little prince was unaware of the plannings going in the class. Still with an adorable big smile on his face he went near a vacant seat to sit but the moment he was about to sit, chair was pulled by Jack. Jack: hey you litl pig can't you see this is my place Sam: (politely) Oh! m sorry, don't worry I will go to another one just as he was about to sit on another one this time it was Kate who pulled the chair back

Seri knew that if she tried to save her tears, she would just end up being the fake princess with messed up make-up, and that's not something that she needed as of the moment. The huge doors opened and a bunch of important leaders of the world slowly emptied the room. The prince strategically waited for every single one of them to leave before revealing himself in front of an old lady. She smiled at the prince and happily reached out her arms to hug him tightly. "Did you eat well, my dear?" The lady asked. "I hope that making you entertain the princesses was much better than talking with all those leaders. If it was not, I'd be more than guilty that I chose to switch places with you."

He was absolutely, terrifyingly out of his depth. His plan had been simple. Stupid, in hindsight. Valencia had dropped the keychain earlier that day—he’d recognized it from the time he’d seen her fingers idly twirling it while reading in the company lounge. It had fallen from her coat pocket, bounced near the elevator grates, and he’d pocketed it with the full intention of returning it discreetly. A quiet gesture. Harmless. Thoughtful, even. But now? Now she was less than twenty feet away, verbally sparring with Elise in a parking garage that echoed like a cathedral, and if he so much as sneezed, he was done for.

he asked…. "No, Dad…. After watching Cinderella, I want a Prince Charming…. My Prince Charming will be the kindest man on earth; he will hate sin; he will love me and protect me, and he will let me play the harmonica for him…." General Puro’s tears nearly drop but he wipe it off **** **** **** ****

Emily's POV "Are you shitting me?" Gen asked rhetorically as she threw herself face down in my bed in my hotel room, worn out from exhaustion. "I can't believe Sebastian is a prince," I finally spoke while staring at my reflection from a wine glass. I poured myself another drink. I was having one hell of a day. First, I had to put an abrupt end to my hotel project then I found out my ex-boyfriend was the Prince of Conovia and I was summoned by him and his father about the rights of the land.

"Look, I told you before. I'm not the ideal man to love you and marry you." "But we’re perfe’t last night! You ‘ave me believe zhat you love me and I believe zhat, too." "Too bad, princess. Je ne sais pas un prince charmant (I am not a prince charming)." I wasn't given the chance to smirk anymore as a large pan hit the spot where I was standing before. Glad of my fast reflex, I turn and ran for the stairs though she caught me by my boxers, tugging at it. "Not zhat fast, Cunard! "

This Prince was quite confident in his identity, which was admirable. His face was beautiful too, all high cheekbones and strong jawline, eyes the pale green of a lily pad. He had his hair swept into a half-hearted quiff, curling around his milky pale face in an admittedly attractive way. There was no smile on those full lips, simply set in a straight line. At least now she knew for sure that the rumours about Prince being intimidating and scary had not been exaggerated.

She whispers, her voice filled with happiness. “Well, your happiness means everything to me, Princess. So what ever you want, just ask me.” I declare, wondering if her feelings for me were shifting in my favour, Jonathan fucked up when he cheated on Jessica. He could have had the perfect wife if he kept it in his pants. Now, I will make sure my Princess knows she can have anything she wants as long as she is with me. I will let her enjoy her days as a carefree wife sooner or later and let her have as many kids as she wants. “Thank you, Uncle Hunter.” Her voice cracks, and I know she is trying not to cry. My heart twists, and I wish I were there, holding her, kissing her tears away.

Barinor placed his hands on my shoulders to keep me upright and I gave him a dazy smile. "Ahem…" we heard someone clearing their throat behind us trying to get our attention, making us both turn our heads. "This must be the big ferocious beast we all had been hearing about, that scared away our horses and our driver included." It was the prince, and he held out a hand toward Barinor. Once he knew I was steady enough he let go of my shoulders and took the prince's hand for a handshake. Prince Senya had dark chocolate eyes and skin that reminded me of caramel.

Kim the song replaying in my head. All I can think about is the scene in Shrek with Fiona and Prince Charming and Shrek. I stand as I hum the tune. Closing my eyes, I lift my arms to rest on my imaginary dance partner, and slip to a grande ball in an ancient hall with my Prince Charming. I twirl around the balcony. I’m so caught up in my make believe world that I jump slightly as a warm hand is placed in mine and a muscular arm wrapped around my waist.