Princess Boo Boo Novels & Stories

~A girl so happy yet so silent Her heart pure like the snow So afraid she was of people And yet she loved a boy He was as charming as a prince And lit up her world in diamonds She was the happiest she had ever been But a flower always dies Turned out he was a demon The princess he now held captive A high tower in the mountains Her heart closed down in darkness Now she hates him... No escape left, all went quiet The princess in the mountains They say her ghost now hates silence The prince that was a demon He was never seen in the forest.~ The book pages had some teardrops on them for, by the end of the poem, Siana’s eyes were covered in tears. Her mind was filled with questions after she fini

Me: Hey Princess. Rori: what do you want Ben? Me: Truce? Rori: Truce. Me: yea come on please Princess. How about a late night ice cream run as an apology? Rori: Fine meet me in twenty by our tree. Me: see you there Princess. Rori: don't be late Cuddly Bear.

From the other side, the bear king and the wolf attacked Zi Bo but both of them were also blown away as a strange big hand hit them. "Princess, you will be the appetizer." Zi Bo said as he walked up to the sea princess. "You will die!" The sea princess said coldly. "Me? Who can kill me with the power I have now? Dream on sea princess." "He will kill you! He will!" The sea princess replied in a cold voice. "Him? I hope so."

She has her father's pale gold hair - which is identical to mine - and the angry eyes that flashed at Lisa are definitely hers. " How's the restaurant going, Lisa? Flourishing, I presume." Dad spears a pea with a fork. Lisa offers a smile with the power to stop hearts. Dubbed 'Princess of Oakenville' by the locals, her famed, angelic beauty is the reason most of the patrons at her thriving restaurant, Duke's Table, consist of adoring fanboys, and why most women love to have her as a prime subject of their gossip. "Your presumption is indeed right. Did I mention there's a prospect of an interview with Women's Weekly? They want me to feature in a cover story."

“I thought the wedding was two months away!” “The wedding was pushed forward to tomorrow. I thought it was early but what can I say, Peter wants to really have me as his. Why did you call again?” “I need a sum of twenty million in two days. Can you lend me that exact amount? I will pay you back. I promise.” “Come help me pick out dresses, I will talk to Peter to see if he could lend me that money.” _______________ In the boutique’s showroom, Olivia collapsed onto a plush chair, watching Sofia play nearby. Her daughter was immersed in her own world, battling a doll with a plastic dragon.

“Princess! Can we go bike riding? I haven't done that. Will we go for ice cream?” Calling her was useless at this point. She was far gone and Zane was her handler. “Uh hmm. You can get anything you want, Princess.” I was flaggerbasted. My saliva kept bobbing down my throat. “Anything?” Bee's loud voice rose. “Anything,” Zane confirmed. Bee pressed a finger to her lips, tapping it lightly. That was bad. She was going to take the bull by the horns. “How about a plushie?” “Sure, baby,” Zane responded.

“It escalated.” “Everything escalates in this house. Even oatmeal.” Gabby immediately ran to me and hugged my thigh with one arm, her other hand still gripping the sandal. “Mami, he said I’m not real princess.” I looked down. “You are a real princess.” Gabby turned to Al with a satisfied face. “But princesses who throw sandals lose their royal healthcare.” Her face fell. “That’s rude.” “That’s Mami’s version of ObamaCare.” Al laughed.

BOOOOOMMMMM “PUFFFF! Who are you? Why are you attacking me? Who gave the order?” asked Princess Chu with a terrifying expression as she looked at the attackers, whose faces and clothes were covered in black. She hadn’t expected that just a short distance from the restaurant, she would suddenly be attacked by eleven assassins. She wasn’t the only one affected; several townspeople were also injured, and the Princess even saw that some of them had already died.

she asked, toe tapping against the weathered porch boards. Damn. She got me. I had done my best to learn what I could about Tobi’s world, and yeah, I knew he was a prince. But I hadn’t really thought it through. Not all the way. “I mean… we haven’t exactly talked about that yet,” I muttered, trying to keep my composure. “A crescent moon,” Moira said, exasperated. “I guess we should start calling you Princess,” Oscar teased with a grin. Henry turned in his arms, confused. “Wait, what secret is she keeping?”