𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬
outdated as fuck, living the simple life, no twist or turns, no complex choices, that's how the stories always go for the Princess protagonist. Like,
𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐀𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐈𝐈𝐈, todays modern day princess of Ethelton, one of the worlds finest and very respected family, across all of the seven seas.
Like every story, she found her prince.
𝐄𝐳𝐞𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧, the villain, the vengeful, the curve to her story. Like this story foretells, the roles were written in the stars, but every few million years, a star falters and dies, a supernova, but where does this leave the story yet to be told, when it's time to rewrite the old books?
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"So, I'm guessing you know what this means, right?" Finnians words were carefully laced with amusement, taunting me for my cowardice.
"I royally fucked up and fell in love with the heartless royal heir?" It felt unreal to actually let out, but my childhood friend clutched his stomach in laughter, the sight provoked me. But it definitely lessened the dropping feeling in my stomach.
"Man, you royals are crazy."
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Once upon a time, a beautiful sentiment for a beautiful princess, too bad she's busy blowing coke and partying.
After breaking all the rules one too many times, Mina, finds herself ripped away from her fairy tail life and into a beat up public high school that's hundreds of miles away from the kingdom she is set to rule once she becomes of age. In a last chance effort she will be put to work as the football team's new team manager under the guidance of her father's childhood best friend. When the preacher's son joins the picture and complicates everything Mina must keep her cool demeanor while also hiding her secret from the hunky hometown hero.
What will be harder: keeping her secrets under wraps or raining in the football star's wondering heart?
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From the corner of my eye I see Kolby roll his eyes. He leans in, "Thats one of the reasons I chose to sit next to you." his whisper sends a chill up my spine, "That and you're always the prettiest girl in the church." Kolby always makes my Sunday best even better.
I keep the ends of my mouth from giving away too much as a whisper back, "Better watch yourself, hick." I point upwards, "Marry had her eyes on you."
"Her and half this town." he says.
"Doesn't that worry you?" I ask causing his face to soften.
"You know what?" he says, "When I see you, none of them matters. Nothing matters." his breath feels like a soft tickle on my neck while his words hit me like a nine-ton sack of bricks.
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Find out in The Water Girl's Secrets
[Completed] - currently editing