True Disney Princess Stories Novels & Stories

Viktor POV “Goddess, I know it’s only been a couple of months but man, I’ve missed this place,” Cedric said with a sigh. I took my seat at my desk and chuckled. “We’ve missed you here, Cedric,” I said. “So tell me. That other girl is the princess? As in, Princess Violette Dubois of the werewolves?” He asked. I nodded my head. “Yes, my slave princess,” I said. He let out a chuckle.

SYDNEY I had 'Mad at Disney' by Salem Ilese on repeat. My earbuds were stuck in my ears as I ran the treadmill, trying to clear my mind of everything. But I couldn't. Even with the song on repeat, my brain kept going back to the words Alpha Quade spoke. A poet in the making, he truly did have a way with words. Typical of me to pick the song 'Mad at Disney'. He was my very own villain and I was a princess. Disney made it seem as if Prince Charming would always win the maiden's heart and love. Disney lied or as the song said, they tricked me.

Rori. I was sitting with Sage, who was happily playing with Victoria on the floor with me. We were busy watching her for my mother, and we now found ourselves busy helping her to build a Disney Princess jig saw. "I am a real Princess, not just a cartoon." Victoria told Sage, who smiled. "I know, Princess." she laughed. "Are you a princess?" Victoria asked. "Because Rori is just a bigger Princess, and Ash and Eoin are Princes, but they're not like in the stories either. Eoin will be King." She whispered as if she was telling Sage a secret.

Primrose generously responded, not minding, and she only wanted to hear a story to make falling asleep easier without paying much attention to the content. Hearing her response, Joel relied on his memory and imagination to tell a fairy tale, as Primrose wished. "Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess who lived in a grand, luxurious castle with her parents. The king and queen doted on their little princess, granting her every wish and fulfilling her every demand." "One day, the queen fell seriously ill and passed away. The king, heartbroken, organized a funeral for the departed queen. However, not long after that, because the kingdom couldn't be without a queen, the king married ano

But I couldn't let him know the truth, the truth about me and Brian. Seeing my silence and the way my eyes darted like a pendulum, Vincent chuckled quietly again. "So the fairy-tale romance everyone talks about isn't as perfect as it sounds, huh? Sounds rather strained to you." I knew that if he pressed just a little more, I'd break and spill everything without realizing it. That's why I struck first hit the one nerve that would make him stop asking. My supposed betrayal. My supposed love for Brian. "That's between Brian and me," I said evenly. "Please don't ask. Every relationship has its… complications."

All that is known about them is that they do not have princesses; they are all princes, and this is the reason for their strength. She prepared herself, and her maid took her to her chariot that would take her to the kingdom of her unknown prince. She caught a glimpse of the king of the kingdom of darkness as he climbed in his chariot and set off to suddenly open the door of the cart she was riding in, and her prince climbed in to launch the cart with lightning speed to enter a black gap, a time gap that helps in moving between kingdoms. The allies quickly and easily found themselves suddenly in front of a palace—no, rather, a very high and huge castle, more than her father's palace in seve

Her hair had already turned white, and she possessed a very rare beauty. My wolf growled in protest at the sight of her. She's not my mate. That's the only thing I'm certain of. I don't know why this happened. The moon goddess blessed us at birth, stating that we would be destined mates. Prophecies don't lie. But people can. Could she be a fake princess? I knew it was too early to judge the princess standing before me, but that was my gut feeling. My gut feelings never led me astray.

I tell her, pulling her bust away from her for a moment. Jennifer begins to tell. "Well. My father is an English entrepreneur. My mother is Arab. I have lived in London all my life, I went to the best private colleges there. My mother is of noble origin. In the family we have noble titles, and I have inherited the title of princess. " "Thing?" I ask amazed. "I don't believe it," I reply. "Would you be a princess?" I continue smiling. "Sure they are." Confirms Jennifer. "Why can't you see?" She asks me smiling.

I smiled and pressed the video icon on my whatsapp and her phone rang. After a few seconds she showed up. She was wearing a red jersey and her hair wasn't in a bun today. I smiled, "heeeey beautiful Princess..." She rubbed her eyes and smiled back, 'hey baby... how are you?' I sighed, so I've been thinking about what I've been doing a lot and how I should be honest with her. But this was scary as fuckn I wanted to tell her the truth about Chris... but I didn't want to break her heart because I know what I did could hurt me if she was doing it.

She was happy her sons are growing up so fast. "Mother?", She heard and turned her head to see Princess Leah at the door in her night gown. "What is it, baby? Come." Princess Leah walked to her Mother still rubbing her eyes. Her mother pulled her close and sat her on her laps. "What's wrong, princess?" "I had a scary nightmare." "What was the nightmare about?" "I was drowning deep in the water and was scared but a lady pulled me out and saved me." "It's okay, darling. Don't be scared. You are safe. Come, let's get you back to bed."