Snow White Prince Charming Name Novels & Stories

Was the human Prince even attracted to him? "Is the snake one of the prizes?" Princess Rose asked. She could imagine herself sitting on the Ashenmore throne with the snake draped around her shoulder, looking like the Queen she was meant to be. "Her is name Gemma, sister" Prince Ron said, tickling the edge of the snake's tail to which the snake kept playfully hissing. "Don't be rude. She has a name." "Whatever." Princess Rose said, dismissing Prince Ron with a wave of her hand.

Not only did he have a strong build and doubtless a six-pack underneath his shirt, but he also had an attractive face—the kind that makes girls starstruck and tongue-tied. In a fairy tale, where Jen was the beautiful princess, Nicholas Atkins could just be the Prince Charming, who would kiss her sleeping heart awake from its deep slumber. Very well then, in their fairy tale, I would be the damned Rumpelstiltskin! I wore a pair of black pants, a dark yellow shirt, black leather boots, and a dark brown leather jacket. I made sure every strand of my hair was in place before I put on my black fingerless leather gloves.

He remembered how—as he first laid eyes on her in the Jordan mansion—he told himself that Tiffany was the Snow White from a fairy tale, and he wanted to be her Prince. He was, much to his chagrin back then, paired with the ugly and rough-looking Charmine due to the Cabells’ and Jordans’ arrangement. Despite his distaste of Charmine, he kept his mouth should and pretended to go along with it as he had no right to speak up or object.

He didn't just insult my movie. “What's there not to get?” I say with a scoff, rolling my eyes at him. “Well,” He seats up properly and pauses the movie playing on the screen. “Her first name is Snow white. Who the hell name their child Snow white? It's the dumbest princess name I've ever heard. Secondly, she moves with six short men and literally takes the role of an housewife.” He rants. “First, they are seven dwarfs not six and secondly, it's a disney classic.” I yawn, almost getting tired but I go back to watching the movie anyway. Suddenly his phone starts ringing and an annoyed look is plastered on his face.

Axel admired how Scarlett's hair descended majestically all along her body. “Her name is Scarlett.” Andry smiled, caressing the black horse. “She is beautiful!” “She is, sir Daniel used to ride her a lot.” “Oh,” Axel stared at Andry's sad face and sighed. “Can I choose a horse too?” “Of course.” The prince rubbed his chin and kept staring at the horses. “This one!” he pointed to a white horse. “What is his name?” “Snow.” “Beautiful!” Axel exclaimed. “Can you teach me how to ride?”

His soothing voice asked. "Who're you?" Fallon asked, trying to see his face, since his face was buried in her knees. He raised his head up and looked at her with a charming smile. "My name is Chevy, your Prince charming" He said and winks at her, smiling enchantingly. Fallon gulped down hard, as she stared at the handsome Adonis in front of her. Her heart got whipped immediately.

"She thought then looked carefully at the prince. She was curious about how handsome prince charming is. She looked at him from head to toe. The prince had short black hair, a tall bridged nose, long eyelashes, and kissable lips. His body had the right muscles and he is tall. In short, he is really handsome. He really deserves to be the male lead in the story. But compared to her darling Max, her darling is way more handsome than Cinderella's prince charming. "My Max is still the winner." She murmured and grinned.

He wasn’t the man we thought at all—he had been a woman the entire time. “I’m Snow,” she said, extending a black-gloved hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Carter’s jaw dropped. Naturally, he recovered faster than I did, sweeping forward with his usual flair. “The pleasure’s mine, princess. Carter Fisher.” She laughed, a light, melodic sound that made the room seem warmer. “Princess? Hardly. My mother named me after a fairytale.” I rolled my eyes at Carter’s theatrics and offered my own hand. “Charlie Greene.”

“Yes, Hera is my wolf.” “A fitting name, Hera.” The leprechaun says, looking at me more thoughtfully. “Named after the Queen of the Olympians. Perhaps you are the better choice to be our Prince’s mate. And to answer your question, we are all creatures of the forest. This is our forest, we can certainly keep up with a wolf.” “Very well, then. As soon as the sun rises, we’ll go?” I ask. “Yes. And we’ll help you cross the troll bridge.”

Emerson saw me and waved me over. “Prince Charlie, this is the woman of the night, my sister, Princess Erza.” He said as Prince Charlie gave me a geeky smile before taking my hand in his and kissing it. Sure, the girls were right, he did have a charm around him. The blond hair and pale blue eyes helped in his favor.