Princess Bubblegum Funko Pop Novels & Stories

I loved being a queen but, most of all, I loved being a mother. I was through with my makeup and clothes, and we were ready to go to the park for the Kids' Fun Day. Every time, around this year, the palace hosted a Children's Fun Day for all the kids in the kingdom, and I was happy to be apart of it. It was almost summer. The sun was already in its glory, and the atmosphere was warm and inviting. Sebastian pushed Christian in his stroller through the park as the kids gathered around. I assisted with the spinning of the cotton candy and goody bags for the children. Music played from a truck and children ran and danced all around.

I was sure he might have cut it when he pulled away. Still in a daze, it took me a minute to register that there was an unknown female that had just interrupted us. Blinking my eyes a few times to focus them, I turned towards the woman who had spoken. I noticed instantly that she was beautiful, but that wasn’t what caught my attention. “You must be Artemis.” I assumed, from the way I could sense her Goddess power flowing off her. “You are correct young Demi-Goddess. I must admit, I wasn’t expecting you to get it on the first try.” She appeared to be amused as she smirked at me with red lipstick that covered her lips, which really didn’t do well for her complexion.

He will earn his woman’s love and trust. Tabitha grunted at the wave of the peach blossom petals that shooting out from Ruby’s range. The spiritual power seemed to be overwhelming and started getting bigger and bigger. The peach blossom petals were raging out of control. “Fairy Princess don’t show your true form!” shouted Tabitha. Eric looked at her in surprise. “True form?” asked Eric. What true form? What other forms does she have? “Fairy Princess wake up! Wake up! You can’t show your form!” shouted Tabitha.

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.