Novel & Cerita Tales From A Not-so-graceful Ice Princess

--- My princess, I need energy, I don't know if you noticed but I'm a big and strong male, I need to eat a lot-- I say looking at her again, my gaze passes over her whole body, I know I must look like a pervert, but this woman drives me crazy She bites her lower lip, which makes my situation worse, my friend wants to be released Deep breath --- But it's just a little piece darling, I'd offer mine what you're doing, but he doesn't seem to care about it, I think he likes meat-- he says making a face, looks like someone didn't like the idea of her baby eating meat. She knows very well how to blackmail someone, she knows very well that I would rather give her all my bread and see her eat hers th

She has her father's pale gold hair - which is identical to mine - and the angry eyes that flashed at Lisa are definitely hers. " How's the restaurant going, Lisa? Flourishing, I presume." Dad spears a pea with a fork. Lisa offers a smile with the power to stop hearts. Dubbed 'Princess of Oakenville' by the locals, her famed, angelic beauty is the reason most of the patrons at her thriving restaurant, Duke's Table, consist of adoring fanboys, and why most women love to have her as a prime subject of their gossip. "Your presumption is indeed right. Did I mention there's a prospect of an interview with Women's Weekly? They want me to feature in a cover story."

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.

"So, it is true. I was about to shoot that goon if it turned out to be a lie." "Gramma," she cried even louder. "Cara mio," Anastasia took Bella out of her mother's hands. "You know what's better than guns?" She sniffed, shaking her head. "The story of Cinderella, a beautiful princess with ice powers." "That's Elsa," Bella frowned. "No," Anastasia continued. "There's a princess with ice powers that isn't Elsa from Frozen. Come, let's talk about her." "No," she looked away. "I want gun."

I was up. The emcee looked at the paper and stammered. Through the microphone, you could hear him ask if the name was correct. They looked over at me and I raised a single brow at them. It seemed they were doubting what they saw. Eliza was snickering as she walked back to her seat. The emcee took a deep breath. “Her Royal Highness, Princess Elentari ‘Silk’ Tirisil. Princess of Faerl and Lunar Guardian. Graduating with honors, an Associates Degree in Computer Sciences and Communications. Minors in English Literature and Fine Arts. Accepted at Princeton, Yale, Berkeley, NYU, and UIC. Will be attending Berkeley.” The room went shockingly quiet as I approached the stage, each step felt heavier t

Aella's pov Frustration flared as I side-eyed the tall dark elf who continued to tell me he was too old for me. Tired of his nonsense, I flipped him off and ran into the woods, only to get surrounded by a group of large, white-haired men. Before I could fire at them or flee my lower half and hands were covered in a thick layer of ice. My fire was snuffed out. “How fortunate for us. The princess falls into our hands and should be taken to our leader to be bred with. She carries Ice in her veins,” one of them said with a smirk.

He whispers out. I look at him confused. “No, I’m Princess Morrigan, of the Fae kingdom of Eferhile and Supreme Luna of the Shifter kingdom Máni,” I state, holding out my hand for him to shake, my eyebrows scrunched together. “You look just like my Aunt Amelie, the former Queen Luna of the kingdom. Your eyes and hair are just like hers, but you have King Conri’s nose and ears.” He says, taking in every inch of my face.

Cox glowering at her. She could also feel another pair of eyes melting through her skin, turning her eyes to the head of the table, she was met with the deepest blue eyes she had ever seen. Alex Donovan, the ruthless billionaire CEO and also the most eligible bachelor in City M, in fact the country. The pictures she had come across while doing her research had not done him justice. She aimed a smile at him and turned to listen to the presentation Mr. Cox was giving. The next 10 minutes passed in a haze of boredom. This was probably the worst PowerPoint presentation she had ever seen and that was saying a lot.

This woman is adorned with gold, smiles, and elegance on the outside, but on the inside, she is a tar pool, disgusting stinky little sh*t. Another flush is heard from the stalls. I recognize the female taking her place between me and Princess Asta, Iguz Djinn's wife and master, Mrs. Aerial Mahatma. "Princess Beatrice, how wonderful seeing you here. I should have known when our seating table companions were fairies, rather than the usual salty mermaids, you had a magic finger in the subject. You are always a marvelous host." She compliments my last-minute table card swap I had done behind Connor's back when I realized their guest allocations. Djinns weren't the only ones paired inappropriatel

XXI – Letters to Death Winter turns to spring and it turns to summer, summer turns to autumn, autumn turns to winter again in the seasons’ hour glass. The cycle continues on and on and on. On and on, it spins. * * * * * A year had passed by since then and the young Princess of the Northern Kingdom has practically grown up to become an infamous beauty throughout the land of ice and snow as the fairest just as the Queen’s mirror had foretold the girl shall come to be.