Tales From A Not-so-graceful Ice Princess Mga Nobela at Kwento

This man was also shirtless and wearing the same white ripped trousers, but unlike that bulky man on the throne, he looked better in them. "King Corona, Prince Mereum, we brought two new female prisoners." One of the men said. The king, the bulky dude, stopped eating as he regarded Ace and I with his eyes. I folded my arms over my chest since I was still soaking wet from being splashed by the stupid ocean. I hope to provide enough cover from the king's leering eyes. "Beautiful!" The king bellowed. "What is your name, young elf lady?" Ace stepped forward and slightly gave me cover from the king. "My name is LADY Grace. I am a noble elf from the kingdom of Tordis."

Tiana said as she stared at the woman blurry figure inside the glacier trap. When Dalton saw his princess started to shine again as she touched one of the many glacier boxes in the throne hall, all his attention was focused on that single box. He has been curious about the creature his princess had been talking to since they entered into the castle. Now he will finally see what it looked like, as he himself obviously had never seen what a phoenix witch looked like in his entire life.

“Are you sure this is safe?” He asks the Princess. “Trust me, this is easy.” The Princess replies unable to hide the amusement on her own face. She lets go of Caspian’s hand and slowly slides her own feet on the frozen ice. She glides gracefully a few paces away from Caspian. Caspian observes the Princess with utter concentration. It looks easy enough. He thought to himself. Caspian moves in imitation of what the Princess has demonstrated earlier. He seems to be getting it but suddenly he loses his balance and falls hard with his bottom first on the ground.

“A business merger with vows attached.” The chandelier glittered above us, cold and merciless, as my world quietly shattered into a cage I hadn’t chosen. I was trading one cage for another. I was Elena Moretti, the socialite all Manhattan either wanted or wanted to be. Where Damien Davenport was called the Golden Prince, I was called the Frozen Princess. I was a doll who smiled in front of the cameras, never stepped out of the house without make-up, my clothes were tailored to my body... Whether I was picking up weight or losing it, my clothes were always fitting to my body.

demanded the frost princess. There was no hint of a smile on her face, and being so close to her, Maria could've sworn she saw malice flash in this girl's eyes. Standing before Maria was Eira Snow, a girl who was known to never smile with words that cut sharp like ice. She reminded Maria of an ice-princess with her pale skin, icy-blue eyes, and snow-white and pale blue ombre locks flowing down her back, wearing a pretty indigo and midnight-blue dress.

Michael sighed, violently tugging Elika to her feet; his tone bland and uncaring. The princess whimpered, carelessly clutching her chest as the pain only worsened, causing her to pant; her breath shallow and raspy. She leaned against Michael for a moment before slamming back into the ground, her small frame trembling violently. Shaking his head in irritation, her uncles comrade viciously slapped her across the face; the sound echoing down the vast hallway. Elika wailed in pain, her head snapping to the side from the force of his strike as she curled into a tight ball on the ground. Where had the pain come from? Had Hades done something to her, something that caused the unforgiving agony that

Rather, HIS orders as she looked more than ready to strip if the hot French requested it! Natalia slowly looked her over. Early twenties, fake blonde with hazel eyes, pushed up boobs under a white shirt missing three buttons, a red miniskirt which would make her bums visible if she bent even an inch lower, slutty poise, seductive eye battling, flirty smile and lips smacking?? The teary princess suddenly frowned with a dirty look on her face. What induced her temper wasn't the desperate sugarmom, but the French who allowed her to run her bitchy little fingers on the cute bracelet she'd bought him like thirty minutes ago!

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.

Leo was definitely out of his mind to leave his castle for this. Isaac laughed louder this time, his legs brushing against mine. "Giving into the power of nature and getting rewarded by its beauty like nowhere else... His Grace is lucky he loves to experience such things. Can you believe that it all began with a snowflake? Thousands and thousands of years later, they are these giant icebergs arriving on our coasts and eventually melting off on the shores." His stare made me uncomfortable as I adjusted my dress, the letter sliding down and crumpling inside.

A few minutes later a young women walked in. She had almost white hair it was so light blonde. Her eyes were a fascinating blue-violet. She walked to stand in front of The Royal Couple. With an elegant curtsey she greeted them all. " Your Majesty, Your Highness. Beloved Princess and honoured guests. On behalf of my parents and rulers of Denmark. I would like to thank you for your hospitality in welcoming us to your magnificent home." She said in a soft way that spoke of proper education and upbringing.