Prince Saves Tiny Storyteller Novels & Stories

For her and Kaye. "Who is this Prince blah blah blah?" The little girl frown at her. "My name is Little Peachie and my Prince charming is Prince Caspian. He always saved me from the villains... like you..." Well that boy must be a tough kid. "I think that Prince you are talking about is a one punch man. I punch him in the face and I will get you to an orphanage and you will forget him and everything." Little Peach is about to cry. Her teary eyes is on her. Eyes coated with fear and water.

Shawn looked over at her suspiciously and asked, “You know what he wants from me?” “We are well aware of the prince’s needs,” Mrs Wright said with a slight smile on her face. “It is not normal, he is a prince and yet chooses to do this?” Shawn questioned. “You will have to speak to the prince to get your answer, my Lord,” Mrs Wright answered avoiding the topic. One of the servants walked in and curtsied to Shawn who just looked at her. She whispered into Mrs Wright’s ear. Mrs Write nodded her head and watched the servant as she disappeared then looked at Shawn and said, “Prince Aldridge’s gift for you has arrived and is waiting in your chamber.”

She demands with a squeal. “A princess story?” I cuddle her close and say, “alright. Princess story it is. Once upon a time, there was princess and a prince. The prince and princess had known each other all their lives, but they weren’t very friendly. And then one day, the princess needed the princes help slaying a dragon that had kidnapped the princesses puppy. So the prince agrees to help her, and together they go after the dragon. They find it in a dark cave, the puppy tied to a big rock. The brave prince goes into the cave to save the puppy, but he doesn’t see the dragon who was hiding. But the princess does, and she rushes inside, saving her prince just as the dragon leaps for him. Work

Ava's POV “Only if you promise me a story,” I said. “A true one or an invented one?” “Invented,” I decided. “Something with a ridiculous ending.” He offered his arm. We stepped onto the path. The ground was still damp, the air cool as a fresh start. He told me about a prince who fought the wind because he was jealous of what it could carry, then loved a girl who taught him that the wind wasn’t a thief, it was a messenger. He made me laugh at the right places. He looked at me when he said the ridiculous ending: They stopped fighting everything and opened all the windows.

@SUHANISA POV@ untill I met my prince I too faced many hurdles and problems in my life after meeting him my destiny decided something and made us to go in different ways though we faced many things again we became united even when I was far from my family and my prince I got another wonderful family who treated me like a princess I got a best brother too but why my little princess needs to face all these what wrong she did she is trying her level best to protect her loved ones but why her sacrifices making her to sacrifice herself is this called love I know love demands sacrifice but untill when untill the person sacrifice themselves what happened to my princess please don't hurt my princess

Federico hauled Christian down off his shoulders and onto his hip instead. “Of course, Mummy can help me tuck you in,” he replied. “Now, little one, what story do you want me to read to you tonight?” The little boy looked up at him with big brown eyes. “Mummy told me once a story about a prince who found a shoe after a party and he searched to find the beautiful girl who had lost it. Do you know that story, Daddy?” His Serene Highness felt his chest tighten. “Yes, I know that one. It’s called Cinderella.”

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I guess I just have to go to Tori's then." "I guess you're right." I decided to fight in his style. His features were still indefinite. It's unreadable. That's when I decided to continue. "You know, I heard an interesting story." I walked towards his mini bar and began pouring myself whatever liquor I could grab. "Have you ever heard of the story of the sly prince and the lost princess?" I glanced at my shoulder and I saw him frowned his brows. I don't know if he's following what I'm saying. But I definitely got his attention. "I don't know where you're getting at but, since the great Zachary Anderson has resulted to desperation, this should be interesting. Go on."

She smiled and nodded. “Go ahead, Eliana’s daddy.” With trembling hands, Hunter took the storybook from his daughter and followed her to her room. He sat by the bed while Eliana lay down, hugging her doll. “It’s called The Prince Who Came Back to the Castle,” Eliana said. Hunter opened the first page. “Once upon a time… there was a prince who wandered too far from his castle. He forgot who he was, forgot who he loved… But one day, he came back. And found that his home… had always been waiting for him.”

TAYA's POV : I had the weirdest dream last night. And it went something like this: Once upon a time, there lived a princess trapped in a tower guarded by a mighty dragon. Prince Charming came along and he vowed to fight the beast in order to free the princess. But as Prince Charming was busy waging war against the mighty dragon, a sneaky jokester came along and he slipped through the shadows of the tower, until he found his way to the princess's room. The jokester and the princess met and they fell in love. And by the time Prince Charming had won over the dragon, he went up to her room, only to realize that he was far too late. The princess' heart had already belonged to the jokester...

Kingston answered casually and hated himself for it. “Lust… Lust, you say? That’s not what you said last night while thrusting inside me,” she snapped and grabbed his arm to turn him around. “Kingston Rossdale, turn and look at me, you bastard!” “There’s nothing more to add to this story, Your Royal Highness. We need to be realistic here. I’m your bodyguard, and you’re the Crown Princess, the heir to the throne of Deltora. What we had was one night and we need to leave it at that,” Kingston told her firmly, trying not to choke on his own words.