Thumbelina And The Prince Novels & Stories

Rhett The air was crisp and unforgiving, the kind that demanded coats and closed windows. Giving me the perfect excuse to wear this turtle neck that I borrowed from Cole. To hide your hickeys. Shut up, dumbass. I step inside the medium-sized building as the bell chimes when I enter in the sharp stillness. A few dogs bark a few feet away. “Morning” Someone calls from the stairs above. I lift my head up and was immediately struck by the warm green eyes staring back at me. Hard to believe she’s even related to Lucien when all I’ve ever seen in his hazel ones was nothing but cold, hard calculation.

My heart leaps to my throat. “We'll have to—” Suddenly, there's commotion in the hall. The girls gasp, murmurs erupt, and some make happy squeals. Man in charge—fuck it, we'll call him little man, for now—momentarily forgets me and turns in the direction of the noise. My chest is still heaving from the exertion I put my poor heart to as Rhea squeezes my hand reassuringly. “Girl, that was close,” she whispers. “Your highness! You shouldn't be here! Gods!” It's the alarm in little man’s voice that has me spinning, laying my eyes on the rumored ‘Mad Prince.’

Haz'th said after a while. The three of them ascended the twinkling glass staircases leading to the Throne Room, followed by more eyeballs and shadows. Passing through an unlit room that could have been anything, they reached the main hall. Bright lights were lit everywhere around them and instantly they knew it was for their benefit. The subjects around the throne manifested themselves into solid figures, but they looked weirdly translucent. They also seemed uncomfortable in the sudden light. "Princess Aelanor Gaelemariel of House Zauarn, and Lady Nimuel Saeltheriel of House Franirinth of The Immortal Utopia. Welcome to The Realm of the Shadows," a voice boomed.

Leaning his face down next to mine. “I didn’t think you had it in you faerie, but I think I can work with this.” He said calmly, and not even slightly fazed by the short tousle. He let go of my wrist and rolled himself off of me; standing up in one smooth motion to his feet. I slammed my fists angrily into the ground before rolling over onto my back; my chest rising in heavy breaths. “You’re going to have to do better than that though,” the prince smirked, “it looks like you’ve never had a good work out in your life.”

Queen Minerva winked. “Maybe she’s going to see that young prince of hers.” Alicent teased and Bellamy blushed. “What prince?” “The prince of Sapphire.” “Oh. Is he the one?” Queen Minerva asked and she nodded. “Yes. He is THE ONE.” Bellamy giggled. … Nicklaus was waiting for Bellamy in the garden. He had promised to build a replica of the Love’s garden in New York. “Nicklaus.” Bellamy called softly and he almost lost balance due to the way his heart skipped beats.

Cassandra whispered, giving Zoey a kiss on the cheek. The women shared a smile as the men gave them suspicious looks. James took Zoey's hand again as they kneeled and the crowns were placed on top of their heads by the king, who proudly said, "I crown thee, Prince James and Princess Zoey, heirs to the throne of Terres Somnia." When they got back up and walked out to wave at the crowd that was chanting, "Long live the crown prince! Long live the crown princess!" Zoey asked, "So the tower rooftop plan, that's still on, right?"

"We did not mean to. She fought us when we took her and the bruising is a result." There is a twitch in the Prince's lips, his nose crinkling for a moment. He looks back down at Eliana, his eyes running over her arms and legs. For some odd reason she becomes self-conscious of her dirty and battered appearance. She tugs on her pant legs to cover some of the scabs beginning to form on her calves. How embarrassing it is to be so disheveled and dirty in front of the third Prince of Climont. She is the only Princess of Drein, she should not show any vulnerability. "Could you not find a more bearable restraint?"

Wearing the same white tunic tugged in the black pants, one left the few buttons undone while the other fully button up. Grey suit reaching up to their knees, embraced with golden flower embroidery on the back and on the sleeves with golden buttons. Reflection fell upon the lake right beside them, followed by the pair of maids and butler a little further away from them. Ruven Loraran and Vulen Loraran the twin elf prince take their moving walk as always in the garden. Their shoes stepped upon the soft grass under their feet, still wet with the morning dew. "Do you think we will be to meet princess today too in our morning walk?" Ruven the one with the long dirty blond hair asked with a soft

I stretch beneath the velvet coverlet, half-expecting the illusion to vanish, but the bed is still soft, the room still silent, and the scent of juniper still hangs in the air. A gentle knock comes before the door creaks open. “Good morning, Princess Xelina,” Zella says with a small bow. “The Prince sent word that breakfast will be served shortly. I’m here to help you dress.” She lays out a gown in a shade of rose, its hem and bodice trimmed with delicate gold thread. I step behind the partition to change, the silk whispering against my skin as I slip it on. When I emerge, Zella gives a small, satisfied nod. “You look lovely,” she says, then she gestures to the stool. “Come. Let me do your h

I walked into the ballroom, all alone with no one by my side. However, my eyes zeroed in on the Prince. He had a lot of people beside him. I could recognize him because I had seen some of his pictures. He was known as the retarded and useless Prince. He was the last son of Alpha Damien and he was disliked and suppressed by the King, his uncle. However, I frowned in the next second at what I saw. He had a lady hanging onto him. I was surprised that no one had come close to me, to invite me to see the Prince.