The Princess Diaries Novels & Stories

" But Rena just kept walking, eating grapes out of her pockets. The next day after school, Princess Diana enrolled back in the elementary school in the kingdom because of Rena. Rena had to enroll so she could learn and become knowledgeable about things, princess Diana found Rena sitting on beach, staring out at the sea. She had brought her little bag of sea trash, thinking it might get her interested in reading.

He really didn’t want me to say no. “Okay, lead the way.” Princess Mia misses the step on the bleachers and falls, letting a loud laugh escape her lips. I can’t help but to chuckle at this part. Only because they say it’s a blooper that made it into the film's final cut. . Princess Diaries was a movie that was on replay back in foster care. I used to say I hated it because it was on all the time. In the last three years, I missed it. Even though I didn’t have a real home back then, even though many people didn’t seem to like me, it was a time that I never felt alone.

I walk towards my mini-library I have in my room and I bring out a book, it's been a while since I got lost in one of these fantasies. I take one out, I use my hand to trace the Braille, this was my favourite book. The Princess Diaries, I remember always reading this, I made my father read it to me when I was little as well, I remember Pretty Little Liars, I overheard someone talking about it, and when I joined in their convo, they were talking about the movie, I only read the book, funny how most people don't know that most of these movies and series were based on books, and yes these books are re written in Braille so blind people like myself can also read i

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."

I shake my head, breaking from her gaze to stare at a random spot on the wall, and resign myself to being tormented by the princess for the rest of the day. I move with her from room to room, standing in the same shadows, watching her turn pages of the deeply complicated and overly political volumes about history and policy that she prefers over fiction and folklore. I watch her brush her hair for what feels like hours. I watch her eat lunch and talk to her maids. I listen to her complain. I stand still and allow her to use me as a target for the dozens of paper airplanes she’s been making with what I believe is very important paperwork she pilfered from her mother’s office.

I had to do this right, so my efforts won't be in vain. I walked into her room and walked around, searching for anything that could give me a clue about her secret life. I knew the princess was smart and really quick witted. As I walk around the room, I passed the window. As I looked out, I saw her. Crying, amongst the flowers. She was always amongst the sunflowers. I guess she really liked them. I really felt bad for her, having to be forced to do something you don't want to, but have no choice to. I know how it felt.

Not now. In some ways, being born a princess had turned out to be a poisoned chalice for both her and Daphne. It was noticeable that her sister hadn’t alerted their captors to what Miriam was doing. She kept trying to loosen the rope around her neck, though not with any real intent to escape it seemed, as all she whined about was becoming wrinkled, or scarred before her time.

, just what she was looking for. She took the book to a nearby table and sat, pulling a candle close by. She skimmed through the introduction and discusses the establishment of the Kingdom and the first royal family. Aynyra continued flipping through a couple of generations to the young Prince in love with the Fae princess from another kingdom. There wasn't much information, as with all the other books she had combed through.

My clothes were a mess, but the urgency overwhelmed me. "Where's the princess?" I asked Cedric, who seemed surprised by my question. "She's been spending most of her time in the library," he said. "But would you like to bathe first, Your Grace?" I ignored him and went straight to the library. When I opened the door, I was greeted by a magnificent sight - Princess Camellia engrossed in a large book, her eyes shining with curiosity. Her eyes sparkled as she traced the lines on the pages. Her slender figure was accentuated by a delicate dress, and her flushed face and red hair shone in the sunlight coming through the window, they were a delight to my eyes. I held my breath for a moment, afraid

We'll just be careful and return at the scheduled time. "Maybe you just got too much sleep or maybe because you dreamed about the five Princes, you assumed it was their Kingdom!" Kaith scratched her head and grabbed her phone, which had fallen in front of me. The Five Princes. The kingdom. The dream I had often dreamed of came to my mind again. It started on the night of my seventeenth birthday and since then, there has never been a night that they didn't visit me in a dream. Five Princes and a beautiful and immense kingdom.