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Loosening my grip, the dresses fell down on the ground. I am not a princess. Because there is no princess who turned into a monster. “Wait. There is,” I said while thinking. Fiona. She is a princess who was cursed to turn into an ogre once daytime is over. I heaved a sigh while laughing at myself. ‘Why am I comparing myself against an ogre?’ Shaking my head, I picked one of the dresses that fell down. Then, as to give justice to the expensive and beautiful dress, I tried one.

"Interesting choice. How about we tell a story about a brave princess who doesn't fight the monster, but instead befriends it?" Chloe's brow furrowed in concentration. "Befriends it?" "Yes," I explained, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "This princess discovers that the monster isn't so bad after all. Maybe it's just lonely or misunderstood." A spark of curiosity flickered in her eyes. "Okay," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Tell me about the princess." And so, I weaved a tale of a kind princess who reached out to a misunderstood dragon, eventually earning its trust and friendship. My voice softened as I spoke.

It was warm and comfortable in the bedroom's lounge. Julian had taken off his coat to reveal the black cashmere shirt underneath. The thin material clung to his toned chest and broad shoulders. Even just sitting there, he looked good. Gabriella held a fairy tale book and read it aloud. "Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess who had a stepmother. Her stepmother was jealous of her beauty, so she thought of a way to get rid of her. The stepmother used a poisoned apple to hurt the princess, leaving the princess in a deep sleep.

"Once upon a time, in a faraway kingdom, there was a handsome prince adored by many women. But he was arrogant and unkind. One day, a sorceress came to test him. She disguised herself as an old woman and asked for his help, offering him a single red rose as payment. "But because of his pride, the prince refused to help and instead drove her away. This angered the sorceress, and in her fury, she placed a curse on the prince and his servants..." As Alethea continued her story, Shareeza listened intently, completely captivated, her gaze never leaving Alethea. "What did he get cursed into?" Shareeza asked eagerly. "The sorceress turned the prince into a hideous monster, while his servants were t

Madison sat in her booster seat, her princess hair catching the sunlight that streamed through the car windows, while I told her an improvised fairy tale about a princess who lived in a beautiful castle with her three best friends and their magical dog. "The princess had hair like dark silk," I said, glancing at Madison in the rearview mirror, "and she was so kind that flowers bloomed wherever she walked. But one day, a sad queen from another kingdom tried to steal the princess's happiness because she had forgotten how to find her own." "What did the princess do?" Madison asked, her reflection in the mirror showing careful attention. "She felt sorry for the sad queen, because she understood

“You can call her a princess if you like because her father was a noble man. She fell madly in love with a handsome prince. But the prince was locked in a tall, tall tower…just like Rapunzel, only he didn’t have the long hair that could help her go up to him. And there was no door, no stairs, no way at all to get up there. “So what did our clever princess do? She went to her daddy and begged him to build her an identical tower right next to his. Close enough that she could lean out her tiny window and hold the prince’s hand across the gap. Forever. Romantic, right? “The day her tower was finished, they sealed her inside…willingly, happily…so she could be near her love for all eternity. “But

“And how do we know you won’t change your mind?” The distrust sliced deeper than I expected. I forced my voice calm. “In two weeks, I’ll be gone. Out of the country. You’ll never see me again.” There was a pause. Then, quiet satisfaction on the other end. “Good girl.” I hung up, my chest burning. I once was the family’s little princess. Until they brought Elena home. Elena.——The daughter who had been stolen as a child, only to be found years later. Broken. Fragile. Perfect for their guilt to cling to.

this new lover shall be the one to end his life. Sooner than expected, though many of her revelation had came true, but this she knew, the end won't be great, if she ever allow it to come to pass, she remember one tale told to her while she was young and all she ever wanted was story, and though she thought most were just a myth but so many happened to true, and one of such stories were the one she titled; Love rage, THE LOVE RAGE The story teller made her sat on his laps, then he began the story, many many years ago, a princess lived in a palace far away, she had many slaves and was the most beautiful human in the kingdom, and one day something extra ordinary happened to her, she came out

The cover, battered and scraped as it is, is bright, in brilliant jewelled colours; an image of a prince in fine silks and a beautiful girl, riding a flying carpet over a magical city. And she knows what she is going to read, going straight to the page. "Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess. She was called Scheherazade and she was married to a wicked king. Scheherezade was frightened that the king was going to kill her, and she knew that she was going to have to be very brave and very clever if she was going to stop him...." "What the fuck are you doing there?" A heavy-set silhouette looms at the door.

He just met my eyes and gave the smallest shake of his head. No. I lowered my face to Bella's ear. "Princess," I murmured. She sobbed against my neck. "Do you remember that story I told you the other day? About the princess in the tower?" Bella cried, but nodded. "There was a princess who was different from everyone else in the kingdom," I said quietly. "She was smart and brave. She saw things adults pretended weren't there." Bella held her breath.