The Frog Princess Novels & Stories

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.

Greetings to your Royal highness Second Prince Koishi" Tabbing on his phone screen with the lollipop on the corner of his mouth, and a soft smile played over his lips. "Greetings your Royal highness Second Prince Koishi, I'm Princess Rosette" Koishi's jaw drops on the floor staring at the girl who stood right in front of him. Wearing the same navy blue dress, sparkling under the sunlight falling from the window. His eyes just then fixed upon her face as she slowly lifts her head up, a small smile spread across her pink lips. Koishi's jaw just almost drops on the floor staring at the princess in front of him. 'What the frog in the deserted area where are her eyes, are they really not there l

Daphne asked. “If the princess wasn’t so kindhearted to kiss the miserable frog, there’s no way she would know that the frog was a prince that was cursed right?” She asked. “Yes princess, she freed the prince of the curse because she was so kind” Daphne replied then continued “I want you all to grow up to be good adults okay?” “Yes mommy” Darcie assured. “So mommy can I kiss a frog?” She asked. “What?” Daphne asked surprised, unsure of what she just heard.

"Maybe if it was alive... " "Maybe it will come alive if you kiss it," Grayson said, pushing it even closer, causing me to back up. "One, the fairytale is that it will turn into a prince," I corrected. "And two, I'm not kissing it." Grayson shrugged. "Fine, no kissing. But can you at least touch it?" He pushed it even closer to me and by instinct, I slapped Grayson's arm, which caused him to drop the frog. And Mr. Franklin just so happened to witness all of it.

???'s POV Hazel grew up watching fairytales on Disney. She puckered her lips and kissed the Frog Prince with Tiana, just like Belle, she fell in love with the Beast. She and Gabrielle danced with Pocahontas in the wind, and she can't forget when she fought a war with Mulan. Fairytales had always been her thing. So her imagination conjured up what she thought the Fae World would look like; gold, silver, and shimmer everywhere. She even pictured pink talking clouds that tasted like cotton candy. But to her dismay, she wasn't prepared for the truth.

No wonder he was not mad at all. A sudden realization struck the others. “Young Master Corax is really smart! I knew Rose wouldn’t like a stupid idiot!” “Yeah. It doesn’t make sense.” Wanda grinned. “You see, Rose. Your little scheme can’t possibly fool Young Master Corax. He is right. A princess and a frog are from two different worlds. Look into the mirror before you speak.” Kaze suddenly chuckled. He pulled Rose behind him and then kissed her on her forehead. “Who said a frog can’t kiss a princess? Is that a rule that you made up?”

Serana POV. I watch the dragon in front of me and I bite my bottom lip as he watches me, waiting for me to speak. “What I have said is the truth. I am the princess. I am the last phoenix. Her name is Bedelia.” I say as I become nervous. “Tell them everything. He won’t hurt us.” Bedelia urges me to do it, but I don’t think I can. “Let me forward. I will do it.” I nod as Bedelia takes partial control. We can’t fully shift, so this will have to do.

"You borrowed my style." "Excuse me?" She removed her sunglasses. "This is my turf." Oh. Okay. "I didn't get the memo," I said, raising a brow. "You got a patent on white boots and genderfluid glammery?" She smiled. "You're spunky. I like it. But behave yourself, Snow Princess." I winked at her. "I dance like I tread. Unstable and fierce." She snorted. "Touché." And then she turned away, her perfume behind her like judgment and roses.

An encrypted distress signal was sent. Three nights later, Sophia stood on the edge of a cliff. The wind howled, whipping her dress around her. Hurried footsteps came from behind. Alexander had arrived with his men. "Princess!" he yelled, rushing toward her. "Come with me!" Sophia glanced back at the guards chasing them and suddenly smiled. "Alexander, are you afraid of heights?" Before he could react, Sophia grabbed his hand and jumped off the cliff. Below were raging waves, but on the cliff face were footholds she had scouted out days ago. The guards didn't dare to follow.

He must have understood, because he stopped ribbiting at me. He sighs, his little hand reaching up to his forehead. “She drank too much. She’s not going to be able remember this even if she was understanding you.” The princess says. I turn back to the frog as he hops over to me, then his arm stretches grabbing my chin. I pull back, but the frog sits on my chest. “Ribbit! Ribbit Ribbit Ribbit Ribbit! He shouts in my face. I try not to laugh, because clearly, he’s mad, but I can’t stop it.