Yes, I lost my father and he was the best man in the whole world. Yes, I have a stepmother who is a witch and whom I hate most passionately. Yes, I have two stepsisters that are a pain in my arse and who lost their brains when they were little. Yes, my life is like a cliché from a bloody fairy tale, but you know what is missing? The fucking Prince Charming! And where is he? Nowhere to be found! Probably he's dancing in his palace with a stupid and empty-headed Barbie. Arsehole. Who needs him, anyways? Certainly, not me. I'm almost Cinderella, but you can call me Ella. BOOK #1 in the Aware Princess Series flower: Gladiolus, t symbolises "Strength of character, honour, conviction."

I was named after the little mermaid, thought to be strong and brave. A name worthy of a princess, my mum used to say. But I didn't trade my voice for the handsome prince; I just never had it. I've always been the shy youngest sister, too afraid to raise her voice and make herself heard. I don't have the tail and I don't have the personality. I can sing, but no one ever hears me. I guess I only I have the red hair although it's not even naturally red. So how can I be part of his world when I can't even tell him my name? I better never meet the handsome prince, it'd be doomed to fail. So no, I'm not like the little mermaid, I'm just little shy Ariel. -:-:-:- BOOK #2 in the Aware Princess Series flower: Daisy, it symbolises "Innocence, loyal love, simplicity."

I've always been a different kind of girl. That girl whose best friends were books but never kids her age, and who was too smart for her own sake but who would never let some step on her. My father is a dreamer, someone who aims too high and I love him very dearly, but sometimes he gets himself in problems... and drags me along the way. I lost my mother when I was barely a teenager but she taught me many things. She always called me her little beauty, saying I was the most beautiful girl she had ever seen, telling me how much I reminded her of that princess in The Beauty and The Beast. Her favourite fairy tale yet my least favourite one. I never thought I was going to have to deal with a beast, a total jerk for my father's sake. Karma got me because here I am, in the middle of a pretty similar situation to my least favourite fairy tale. But I'm not only the beauty to this beast, I'm more than that. I'm brave, I'm bold... I'm Belle. -:-:- BOOK #3 in the Aware Princess Series flower: Amaryllis, it symbolises "pride."

Let's get the facts straight. I am no heroine and I will never bring pride to my family. I am what you could call a failure. My grades? Average. My social life? Average. Talents? Hmm... well, I think I have none. I'm not exceptional in any way and I know I'm a disappointment for my father. And in this day and age there's no way I could just take my father's place to save him from a horrible fate.  There is a huge weight on my shoulders but I can't carry it no matter how hard I try. I have no idea what I can do, I only know what I can't do. Yet I still would try anything to make my father proud, even just once. Oh right, I forgot to tell you whom I was name after. Yes, I was named after Mulan, that bright heroine who saved China and brought pride to her family. Talk about big expectations. But Mulan doesn't suit me, so it's just Ann. -:-:- BOOK #4 in the Aware Princess Series flower: Peony, it symbolises "Prosperity, honor (in China)."

As someone who's been so pampered to the point of oblivion, I never noticed the similarities with the fairy-tale. Every little girl should see her father as a king and her home is her kingdom. Almost every girl wants to be a princess or is treated as one. Some approach that more than others. I was one of those who are really close to be one. With a father that was like a king, soon came a stepmother hungry for power and money. Of course, I only realised that when Dad wasn't in the picture anymore. It wasn't jealousy because I was prettier than her, or that I think, what pushed her to hate me and to try to get rid of me; it was that as soon as I was twenty-one I would end up inheriting all of my father's business. Not her. So I had to disappear for her to be the only queen. Just like in the fairy tale, someone was hired to get rid of me. Did your parents read the tale to you? They didn't to me, so maybe that's why I didn't notice how much I resemble that princess. So that's me: Blanca, like Snow... Snow White. BOOK 5 In the Aware Princess Series flower: Thornapple, it symbolises "disguise."

Que les choses soient claires. Je ne suis pas une héroïne. Je ne serai jamais la fierté de ma famille. Je suis ce que vous pouvez appeler un échec. Mes notes ? Moyennes. Ma vie sociale ? Moyenne. Mes talents ? Hmm ... eh bien, je n'en ai pas. Je ne suis pas exceptionnelle en aucune façon et je sais que je suis une déception pour mon père. Et en ce jour et cet âge, il n'y a aucune façon pour moi de prendre la place à mon père pour le sauver d'un horrible destin. Il y a un énorme poids sur mes épaules mais je ne peux pas le supporter peut importe comment j'aurais essayer. Je n'ai aucune idée de quoi faire, je sais seulement ce qu'il ne faut pas que je fasse. Pourtant, j'essayerais n'importe quoi pour rendre mon père fier, rien qu'une fois. Oh, c'est vrai, j'ai oublié de vous mentionner l'origine de mon nom. J'ai été nommée en l'honneur de Mulan, cette merveilleuse héroïne qui a sauvé la Chine et qui a apporté la gloire à sa famille. Parlons de grosses attentes. Mais Mulan ne me ressemble pas, alors c'est juste Ann. -:-:- LIVRE #4 dans les Princess Aware Series. Illustration : snnns Je ne suis que la traductrice de la version originale par Bel Watson, une auteure incroyablement talentueuse.

J'ai était nommée d'après la petite sirène, en rappel à sa force et son courage. Un nom de valeur semblable à celle d'une princesse, ma mère avait coutume de dire. Mais je n'ai pas échangé ma voix pour le beau prince, je n'en ai jamais eu. J'ai toujours était la timide petite sœur, ayant trop peur d'élever la voix et de se faire entendre. Je n'ai pas la queue et je n'ai pas la personnalité. Je peux chanter, mais jamais personne ne m'a entendu. Je suppose que je ne n'ai que les cheveux roux. Alors, comment puis-je faire partie de ses mots quand je ne peux même pas lui dire mon nom? Je ferais mieux de ne jamais rencontrer le prince charmant, ce serait voué  l'échec. Donc non, je ne suis pas comme la petite sirène, je suis juste la petite et timide Ariel. Livre #2 dans la série the Aware Princesses

Tout le monde connait de près ou de loin l'histoire de Cendrillon. Et dans cette drôle d'histoire on peut y trouver une Cendrillon moderne qui devra se battre pour son prince charmant.

Hadley Jamison doesn't know what to think when she hears that her classmate, Archer Morales, committed suicide. She didn't exactly know him, but that doesn't stop her from feeling like there was something she could have done to help him. So to Hadley's surprise, on the very night of Archer's funeral, she has a run in with Death himself and is offered the chance to go back in time to stop Archer from ending his life. The catch? She only has twenty-seven days to do it. And if Hadley doesn't succeed? Well, she doesn't want to think about that.

"Don't be silly," I said with a wry smile stretched over my lips. "I'm not in love with him." I let out a small huff of air - something half on it's way to becoming a laugh, even though the last thing I felt right then was happy. "I'm in love all on my own." * * * Falling in love is meant to be beautiful. It's meant to be pure and simple and all things wonderful. Or at least that's the picture that Disney painted. Sure they had to battle it out and defeat some evil, but in the end they all got their happily ever after's. To be honest I kind of really hated Disney. Disney told the stories of the prince falling in love with the poor abused girl, and the tale of the beauty who fell in love with the beast, but they never told the one about the unrequited love. They never took in account the girl who stood pathetically in the background watching forlornly as their prince charming walked hand in hand with someone else. To make it worse? I wasn't even the victim here. I was the bad guy. Because I didn't just fall in love with a guy that was with someone else, I fell in love with the guy that was with my best friend. My name's Taylor Lucas, but you can call me ... well you might as well call me two faced bitch. And this isn't my love story. **EDIT** sooo this story got way more popular than i thought it ever would. And that's amazing but it also means that as of April 2020 i no longer have time to read every comment people leave on here. If u have any questions that u really want answered you'll have to @ me in the comment for me to see it. Or send me a dm. Thank you all for your support it means so much to me