Princess Dreams Novels & Stories

She's a cute kid after all, how can I even say no to her. "what happened, Princess?" I asked. Actually, I forgot her name so I don't know her name. I'll just ask Philip. How can I even forget her name though? what's wrong with me. "I had a bad dream" she pouted. I let her lay down and put her blanket since it's quite cold. "what dream?" I asked as I start playing with her soft and black hair. "My older brother Philip, I dreamt that he's not my real brother" she innocently answered.

I gave him a smile to let him know that I remembered before I faced my new partner. Well suppose to be a partner. It was Nate, but apparently he was having a conservation with another girl. And he didn't seem happy. It was a girl with long purple hair that shone in the light. I remember from my lesson with Ace that she's Princess Camille. Her silver dress sparkling with different colors as if it were alive. Expensive non-metallic jewelry decorated her from top to toe. I'll say, she's beautiful. Camille, the princess of the Kingdom of Frae. The fairies.

"Your psychic abilities will never seize to freak me out—are you sure we should listen to your creepy mother?" I laugh louder. "You never told me my dreams were freaking you out, but..." I bite my lower lip. "Yes, I think my dreams hold the key to where we should head next. I am the princess of this land, and somewhere out there, there must be someone waiting for my arrival."

she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Penelope chuckled softly. “Oh really? Tell me all about it.” Anya sat up straighter, her face animated. “I dreamed I was a princess in a giant castle made of candy! And you were my fairy godmother with wings that sparkled like diamonds!” Penelope laughed, brushing a stray curl from Anya’s forehead. “A fairy godmother? That sounds magical. Did I grant you any wishes?” Anya nodded eagerly. “Yes! You gave me a flying unicorn and a crown made of jelly beans!”

Taking a deep breath she closed her eyes and began: " Dreams are fantasies Fantasies which will never come true, They all lie in ashes When morning comes in view! Fallen in love with a prince, I dreamt one day. He wore the white fustanella And was always happy and gay. His crown of palm leaves Glittered in the morning sun. He rode Bucaphelis, Nobody did he shun. One day we met in the garden of Kaleen. Handsome he was and impavid His smile was dimpled and his eyes cerulean He resembled love god Cupid! In his arms, I was carried to his palace, He laid me upon his rose spread bed. We talked and laughed till the sun went down. ' you will be my queen', at last, he said. Alas! It was a dream

" Prince Xander Reenan told his mother all his dreams. Queen Lourine Chatrine was listening intently. "Mother, I need a dream fortune teller. I need to know the meaning of my dreams, mother," continued Prince Xander Reenan with a worried tone. Queen Lourine Chatrine smiled and nodded. He called a bodyguard and ordered the guard to summon the palace dream fortune teller. A few moments later, the palace dream fortune teller came. Prince Xander Reenan was surprised when he saw the dream fortune teller. "Mr. George? So you?" Prince Xander asked in surprise. He could not believe that the palace fortuneteller was George. George smiled and nodded as he bowed to the queen and prince Xander Reenan. Q

She questioned me expecting to hear something different: maybe that I needed a help of some sought. I approached her where she sat, sitting by her side, she stood up and walked into the rest room, which after a while she returned. I began. "Mother, there this particular dream that as always engrossed with in my dreams, "hmmm" she said. "I always see a gorgeous looking prince standing in a distance and looking at me, mother, in those dreams, I always love him dearly, in those dream series, I always wish, I could touch him, or even kiss him, and his eyes are very charming. I have never seen an handsome prince such as that creature." Looking at me with a look of disappointment, "It's that why

he let out a groan “you are going to haunt every one of my dreams” “And you mine,” she said in a quiet voice “Is that allowed between a Princess and a guard” “Only if I want to get myself killed” Jay said “Oh” was her only reply “Should I um, get up?” “Only if you want to” “Then No,” and she snuggled in closer Jay groaned, “Princess” he warned “she let out a little giggle and moved on his lap again” “Careful, I can only take so much, I might even welcome losing my head”

"The thing is, her face is always clear in the dreams. She is beautiful but when I wake up, I have just a faint memory of how her face looks like. That's why I always try painting her but the paintings are never the same." "Do you think you can recognize the Lady when you come across her?", Marco asked. She shrugged. "I should be. I'm not sure." "Okay, then. It's probably nothing", Prince Zuerien said. Princess Leah nodded but deep down, she knows it is not nothing. It is definitely something because she keeps on having the same dream over and over and it's not stopping.