Princess Poppy Little Novels & Stories

On the other end of the line— Alexander Cole’s breathing paused for half a second. “Emma,” he chuckled softly, “what kind of joke is this now?” His voice—low, calm, impeccably controlled— was the same voice that had ruled both boardrooms and blood-soaked negotiations for eight years. “Little Princess ? I have no idea what you’re talking about.” A quiet laugh followed. Indulgent. Familiar. “My Little Princess ,” he said smoothly, “has always been you. Only you.”

"My ovaries are gonna burst. I swear. They're so adorable." I collapsed into position beside her, flopping theatrically. "I could die. I already love them so much. I want to name them Sailor Moon names and feed them beef jerky." "Yuki, you can't feed newborn puppies beef jerky." "Okay. But as soon as they have teeth—game over, world.". She smiled sweetly, plopping her hair into a ragged bun. The joy seemed to linger on the air—light, airy, un complicated.

I looked at her arm and saw she was holding it, and it looked like she could cry anytime. "Are you alright, Poppy? Is something wrong with your arm?" I asked worried "Oh, no. I just fell down the stairs the other day and hit my arm," Poppy said. Of course, I knew she was lying. "There you are, Poppy. I need you to help me with something real quick," One of the workers said, and she turned to me. "If you will excuse me and Poppy for a moment, Queen Jennifer," the woman said with a smile.

Daddy says sounding very worried, they have either made up my Christmas or ruined it. "I can pick any name?" I ask them. "Of course, anything, as long as it's appropriate," Papa adds. "I want to change it," I say, they made my Christmas. "What would you like it to be," he asks me. "I...I..." I stumble, it's not the first time that I think of that, and I know that I have a name picked already. "Yes, princess," Papa says with a smile. "I want to be...Elizabeth Piper," I say, it's the name I wanted for too long.

Katie asked but she already knew the answer. " I'm sorta a Princess." Sam stated flatly. Katie had never seen Royalty before. Never mind that she had been dreaming of Sam for YEARS and now had even less control over her emotions. She liked being super popular but didn't care for all the clicks and hated bullies.

He said. “This is my mate, Maisie, and my little girl, Tara.” He said. His mate, Maisie, bowed her head. “Might I say you are absolutely glowing, Princess?” She said with a smile. “Thank you.. you’re too kind. I didn’t know Loren had a mate.. you are quite beautiful.” I said truthfully. “Thank you.” She said with a bright smile. The little girl pulled from Loren’s leg and ran up to me and tried to climb on my lap and Loren reached for her.

It was her favorite place to be because here she could forget her past, all the loud noises of the outer world, and all the problems that awaited her outside of those four walls. The book she was reading was one of her favorites and it explained the story of a girl known as the princess of silence and included a poem that told her life story. ~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

Nordin comes up from behind her, and he lifts his hands to fit a small, white gold circlet on Alcina’s head, gleaming with inlaid diamonds. Alcina looks at her brother. “The headpiece is a little gift from us to you,” Alfred’s voice draws Alcina’s attention to the doorway, where he stands. Nordin, bearing a gentler smile than he’d ever given, smooths away a lock of hair from Alcina’s face. “It is to remind you that you may be Lord Brendan of House Warner’s wife but that you will always be our little princess.” Alcina’s eyes sting. Little princess, they’d called her.

She said. “Sorry for not informing you that I am back, the queen I just arrived,” said Val. The queen smiled then suddenly saw this pretty looking girl who looked a little bit like her and wondered who the girl said. “Valarie, who is this?” Queen Claudia asked. “Sorry for not introducing you two yet well my queen this is Princess Aubrey,” Val said. “Aubrey? my daughter," Queen Claudia exclaimed.

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.