Princess Bubblegum Quotes Novels & Stories

Sumipsip ng milk tea bago nagpatuloy. "Naririnig ko sa usapan ng mga kaibigan namin na dumating na ang babaeng magpapahilom ng sugat sa puso ni Martin na nilikha ko. Ayokong mangyari 'yon dahil gusto kong ako lang ang mahalin niya, na sa 'kin lang siya mahuhulog. Pero masyado kang charming, masyado kang maganda at hindi ka nahirapang pasukin ang pihikan niyang puso." Siya naman ngayon ang napa-inom ng milk tea. Parang hindi kapani-paniwala ang mga sinasabi nito.

Rosaline's POV I shot down a glass of punch that has obviously been spiked given how I was suddenly feeling a chill in my body Pushing the glass away, I grabbed my phone, staring at the phone, particularly at the comments people had written Someone had videod a part of my burst out and labelled it “ When the queen crashed out” I groaned, a hiccup forcing itself through my throat “So much for being perfect” I mumbled quietly to myself “Drinking alone is the most pathetic thing ever, you know that right?”

"You're different, Sophia. You've always been firm. Even when we were kids and everything unraveled, you kept going. Me? I'm like a soap bubble—sparkly for a moment and gone." I walked over to her and wrested the cigarette from her fingers, allowing it to drop to the pavement and be extinguished by my heel. "You're not a bubble. You're just scared—and maybe you forgot who you were before all this." Her lips trembled. "Maybe." We stood there for a moment, the city groaning around us—sirens in the distance, horns blaring, someone shouting about rent down the street. Then she leaned in and pinched.”, "If I go to the next lesson, will you tell me what the big words mean?"

she said primly. “Is it poison?” I asked, sniffing it. She looked offended. “It’s elixir of dew-blossom! Very good for your skin.” “Yeah, that’s what poisoners always say.” She rolled her eyes. “You’re paranoid.” “You’re sparkly.” “Rude!” “True!” We just stared at each other, me with my resting bitch face, her with her tiny pout. Finally, I sighed. “Okay, fine. Truce, Glitter Barbie. I won’t insult your dollhouse if you don’t hex me into a lawn ornament.”

- she says, as she just invented the light bulb. "I don't think it works this way..." - I say distressed. "But at least, we can try!" - she says enthusiastically. I shake my head in disbelief. "Listen here, Princess! Even if this shit you just sputtered is true, you missing one fatal point here..." - she looks at me suspiciously. "And what is it?" "I won't do it!" "Why?" "Because I fucking don't want to, that's why!" - I snarl at her.

“Yena, do you remember that day when we talked in the back of your limousine, the afternoon when we first met? What did I tell you then?” “Hmm. That I’m… going to be successful?” “That you’re a badass. And crazy talented. And Yena, do you forget that you are also still a princess?” “I’m not going to be a princess for much longer, Lucy. I can’t rely on that for my brand.”

“Never seen a dumb bitch wear a tiara before. Should I curtsy, or just laugh?” Surprisingly, I felt dissatisfied. So I opened my mouth and let out more spices. Not Ashval's words this time. But mine. “A dumb princess with an empty container for a brain? I've never actually seen one. Until you.” I said, deadpan. “Thank the goddess I finally found one. Rare breed.” Her face went beet red. Her nostrils flared like a bull about to charge. “Oh my world! I’m enjoying every bit of your unphotogenic face. You need to see your face. You look like a rotten tomato paste.” I said again.

"You can't be this cautious all the time. The brave may not live very long but—" "—the cautious do not live at all," I finished the quote from The Princess Diaries. Cassie sighed dreamily and looped her arms through mine. "I love Anne Hathaway," she stated, earning a laugh from me. And just like that, I was ready to be spontaneous.

"I get it, you’re a spoiled daddy's boy with a title, but none of these things say anything about you. From what you are saying, I’ll get the same privileges by dating the prince of porcupines or the seaweed princess; in other words, You are nothing special, not even your title." I added the last part with a snarky attitude. The moment I feel like I'm about to figure this guy out, at least a piece of him, he does or says something like this. I know, technically, he is right, But all that will give you is an attention-seeking gold digger or spoiled princess. One minute, he is relatable; the other, I wonder if he is a sheltered cartoon prince who was written to fit the old Disney romance fairy

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.