True Disney Princess Stories Novels & Stories

We spent the rest of the afternoon like that. We ended up choosing The Princess and the Frog, and she s seemed very interested. When it's near the end and the popcorn is gone, she puts the bucket on the bedside table and approaches me, lying comfortably on my chest. "I think we're like them," she murmured, sleepy. "How?" I furrow my brow, confused. "I've heard so many bizarre stories about you, about how cruel you are, but you don't seem cruel to me," She holds my shirt in her fingers. "I think you're a prince, Jaden!"

"Is all of this just for money? You have plenty of it, Princess. Wait, no, I should not call you Princess anymore, how about Venus." Aurora gave him a furious look and turned to of the lockers and grabbed a duffel bag out of it. She put the money inside of it before closing it. "So since the Princess is much more interesting than I thought. Why don't you tell me why you're doing this?"

She couldn't hold it in. "You want her to grow up and appreciate you more. But lies don't build loyalty. They destroy trust. Can you handle the fallout when this blows up?" Back then, they'd been too wrapped up in their brilliant little plan. They wrote her off as dramatic and didn't take a word of it seriously. Now they finally got it. Everything had already spiraled way out of their control.

the same girl said, voice shaking like she was about to cry. “Because she’s a liar,” Janice said coldly, raising her brow. No filter. “If you’re really the princess,” she continued, “then I’m sure you already know that the King and Queen are coming to visit the university.” I looked at Stelle. Her eyes widened in shock. She dropped the book she was holding. “You’re lying…” she whispered. “No royals ever visit here. This is a school for humans.” Her friend chuckled awkwardly, trying to play it off as a joke.

Jo’s eyes gleam in excitement while Halsey blushes in embarrassment. “Huh?” Halsey gapes. “Mhmm!” Jo nods. “I read them all the time. You’re the Princess who’s locked up in a tower by the bad guys! A monster blocks your exit and you can’t leave. So you sing, your voice going to the far distance and a handsome Knight hears it! He wants to find you and marry you so he fights the monster and rescues you. Then you two fall in love and get married and have kids-”

But Willow, with her wide eyes and innocent curiosity, piped up, "Mommy, can we have a story before we sleep, please? A princess story!" She couldn't resist her daughter's request. Stories had always been a source of comfort for Willow, and Tessa couldn't deny her the solace they provided. "Of course, sweetie," Tessa replied, her voice taking on the cadence of a bedtime tale. "Once upon a time, in a faraway kingdom, there lived a strong and brave princess named Lily."

“I remember you saying something like that when we were young.” He nodded, focusing on the rose bush in front of us. “My father really wanted me to be the first to ask for your hand in marriage, but I thought it might be weird since you and I were childhood friends. He pushed me, only relenting when I told him I was visiting every kingdom before I made a decision. I even visited some of the less known kingdoms. That was until I learned of your rejection list. The other three kingdoms were all very disappointed to be denied the Princess of Oceane. You’re like a golden ticket now. I hear rumors that some of the lesser kingdoms were going to send in requests. Princess Kiara, the woman who does

Arabella said, smoothing Raina’s messy hair. Raina nodded solemnly. She cleared her throat and began to tell a story about a princess who lived in a castle made of chocolate and had a pet dragon who was afraid of the dark. It made no sense at all, but Adrian and Arabella listened like it was the most important speech in the world. Raina’s story ended with the dragon discovering that the dark wasn’t actually scary if someone stayed beside you long enough. “And then the princess gave him three nightlights,” Raina declared proudly, her eyes already growing heavy with sleep. “One for under the bed, one for the bathroom, and one for emergencies.”

With a conspicuous eyes, she threw the carriage a glance before its door shuts closed, making an eye contact with those dangerous penetrating stares from the young prince for a brief moment. With the stallion pressing forward ahead of the palace guards’ convoy, the tribe princess wore a smile when the prince began to tell a tale about the surrounding forest around them, saying those old stories about the legends on human snake who reigned the entire forest and the existence of witches being executed by the catholic church itself. “I have heard although it was a pure old myths that witches can resurrect someone dead in exchange of a very huge price.” Prince Woon continued. “Price.” She mumble