Thumbelina Fairy Tales Novels & Stories

I wanted to do things that could somehow bring her back to life but half of me knows that no matter what I do, I guess I’m not the right Prince to give her a kiss that’ll make her wake up like Aurora the Sleeping Beauty. The ship was rumbling and shaking and people are panicking, running everywhere. Miss Mata tried to calm the crowd and asked the fairies for some help to gather all our people inside the bubbles. There was a wild vibration on the floor and so I begged Miss Mata and Rasmiah to keep Scarlett inside a bubble too. Then I asked fairy Rasmiah if she can do a magic that would give me an armor and thank goodness she does have the magic I was imagining.

The small fairy like creatures’ voices rung like bells, only the Fae King and Queen able to understand what they could say. The ringings became louder, almost laughter as they climbed up her arms and head. They were as large as Odessa’s tiniest finger. “Let me go change!” She laughed and stood up abruptly. “Do you want to swim?” My fawn fluttered her eyelashes at me. I’d never deny her such a thing. I’ll always tell her yes.

“In those clothes?” Zara looked down. Indeed, the gown was so long that it would strongly affect her movements. Suddenly, a ripping sound followed. Mercilessly, Zara tore the gown up to her knee. It would have been better if she was able to change into her clothes but that could always be done later. The main focus at that point was to run as far away as possible from Amarxona and the evil creatures that deceived her. It was weird though… According to fairy tales, fairies were the friendliest. Zaramanni quickly wondered if the tales that made up her childhood were lies or if perhaps the creatures of Amarxona were just wicked fairies.

“What stories?” “Well, um, you told…Geneva told them to me. The first tale was about a fairy that fell in love with a human. However, this human craved jewels and treasure and did not care about this fragile fairy. So, he persuaded the fairy to lead him to all the fairies’ riches. He stole it and never looked back, while the fairy, in her own heartbreak and guilt, lay down upon a white lily…closed her eyes and never opened them again.” “That’s awful,” said Grace.

It's a book of classic fairytales. "The Twelve Dancing Princesses," I raise an eyebrow. "Really, Tilly? I didn't know you liked fairytales." She doesn't move, but in my imagination, she smiles a small, secret little smile, the edge of her lips tilting just a little bit. "Okay, if you insist," I smile back, starting at the top of the page. "Once there was a king who had 12 beautiful daughters..." Did her finger just twitch? "Tilly...?"

“Beasts don’t turn into princes. That’s just… rubish.” “Rubbish,” Emilia corrected gently, chuckling. “It’s British. And for the record, fairytales happen every day.” Emilio narrowed his eyes in mock suspicion. “Prove it.” Emilia leaned back and looked out at the garden blooming under the soft drizzle. Roses climbed the stone walls, wild and lush, their thorns sharp but their petals delicate. A memory bloomed just as vivid. “Once upon a time,” she began, voice low and wistful, “there was a girl with nothing. No money. No direction. Just pain, broken dreams, and a heart too full to be noticed.”

"Before she got sick, she kept this incredible garden. Roses and jasmine and night-blooming flowers. She'd take me out there at sunset and we'd just sit while she told me stories." "What kind of stories?" Sienna asked, her voice softening with drowsiness. "Fairy tales, mostly," Luca said. "But she'd always change the endings, make them more complex. The princess would save herself, or the dragon would turn out to be misunderstood, or the prince would have to learn compassion before earning his reward."

I do sit, chin still in the air. “Would the current king care for some water? or maybe ice cream? Something to cool off.” “Current king? This jester–” He kissed me. In the middle of the arcade. My words get stuck in my throat. When he pulls away, up is down, down is up, and I’m certain my name is Thumbelina and I’m from the planet Yuke. “You’re so fucking hot when you get fired up.” he mutters, eyes watching me like I was the most musing thing he ever set his eyes on.

“I thought you’d never ask. I know a maid over at the Stone mansion who’ll let us in. And before you ask, I already picked out the perfect dress and mask for you. I was just waiting for you to say yes!” Rue worked a second job as an assistant for one of the most famous stylists in Empire City. “You’ve thought about everything,” I said, hugging her. “All I’m asking is for you to have fun, bring back some cake for me and make sure you come back at midnight so I can return everything I’m lending you for this party, okay? I’m not kidding. You need to be home by midnight or I’m gonna lose my job!” I was nervous. Could I really find my prince charming in that sea of eligible, powerful men? I don’t

'What was your favorites? I did not think twice before I blurted out; 'Cinderella, Thumbelina, Sleeping beauty and Snow White.' He chuckled and that sound replayed itself in my ears over and over again. 'They all had Prince Charming.' He stated and I did not even know if it was a question or a statement. 'All girls want a prince charming and everybody wants a fairy godmother.' He rolled his eyes and moved back a little. 'So sad there are no prince charming or fairy godmother. The only godmother we have is our heart sustaining us.'