The lights of all the small houses in the village were turned off. Only one house was lit, the house of the widow Maurice. Belle, one of Maurice's daughters, was a bookworm. Even though it was night, she was reading fairy tales door the light of a small candle.

"My prince charming," zei the princess. They got married right away.'

Belle fell silent after reading that sentence, she had not yet found her prince charming. Of course, all the men of the village were in love with Belle, but Belle wanted to marry a conscientious, respectful and decent man, a prince. She turned the page of the book and...

“A legend is sung
Of when England was young
And knights were brave and bold
The good king had died
And no one could decide
Who was rightful heir
To the throne


It seemed that the land
Would be torn door a war
Or saved door a miracle
Of old
And that miracle appeared
In London town
The sword in the stone...”


The old legend of the sword in the stone was known throughout the land, but it was also forgotten. Many had tried to pull the great weapon from the stone, and all had failed. Thus, the legend had been forgotten and Britain had been without a king for almost twelve years. The lands were divided up and ruled...

The seconde Arthur stepped into the castle, two large Great Danes flung themselves at him, barking madly. They both knocked Arthur off his feet, much to Belle’s alarm, and then, to her relief, began to lick his face, playfully. Merlin smiled.

“Tiger, Talbot!” snapped a large beefy man with red hair and moustache, seizing their collars and snatching them away. Arthur giggled and then looked up at the man, his smile quickly fading. “Now, look here, Wart!” demanded the man. “What’s the big idea of gallivanting off into the woods and worrying the living daylights out of everyone?!”...

Tap, tap, tap.

The Dowager Empress glanced up from her thinking. Once again she had been lost in a memory long passed, and now the sound of someone at her study door had roused her from those daydreams.

“Come in,” she called, pulling herself back together, and a seventeen jaar old boy stuck his head around the door.

“Hey, Grandmama,” he smiled, politely. Though the Empress was not his grandmother but in fact his great grandmother, he called her “Grandmama,” since he had never known his own grandmother, her daughter and his father’s mother, and since his mother’s parents had...

Sorry for the wait guys but here is chapter three :)
(Belle's point of view)

I zei to Balto "so, anything happen?" He shook his head and replied "not much but I saw Steele a few minuten ago." I zei "that usually means Gaston is around, come on I wan u to meet my father."I led him to my house, when we got there I saw my father. He was mumbling about the machine he was working on. I asked "papa, we have a visitor?" He zei "oh, do we?" I replied "his name is Balto." My father looked at him and zei "your a good looking dog if I say myself." Balto looked down at his feet and then at me. I smiled...

Preface:
Just when u think there is nothing to live for u realize it was right in front of u along and u would do anything fight for it of even die to protect knowing it would be your biggest sacrifice.

Chapter 1: Nothing Left

Things haven't been the same since Papa died this last winter I'm glad he's no longer suffering and with mother again he missed her so much he had been sick before but it was nothing like this I thought he could pull out of it fight to live and stay with me but he was needed in heaven meer I can still here him say "I love u my sweet child and when your mother...

“Belle? Belle?”


Roused from her dreams of being in Adam’s arms, Belle raised her head to see Jasmine, dressed in her blue pyjamas, shaking her. “Hm?” she murmured, half lifting herself up. “What time is it?”


“Bell’s about to go, but that’s not important! Listen up!”


Belle blinked at her. Snow White and Meg weren’t in the room, but their beds had been thrown around as if they’d literally flung themselves out of them. “What’s wrong?”


“Well, u know there’s a slot open for a new student now that Gaston’s gone?”

“Don’t remind me,” Belle groaned, rubbing...

[A sneak peek at my story 'The Glass Mirror' I will be publishing June 1st hopefully]


Cinderella was scrubbing the floors when the doorbell rang. Her older sister, Aurora came running down the stairs. "Oh Cinderella, why do u insist on cleaning dag and night? After all u are a princess, it is Maid Marian's job to clean the palace." Cinderella looked up at her sister. Aurora had hair of golden sunshine and lips as red as the rose, in words she was the most beautiful in the kingdom.
"I like cleaning" she replied with a smile.
"Well I don't mean to be a pest but can u please change into your...

It was the dag of the auditions. Belle was nervous but something inside her told her that she could do it. Maybe it was the knowledge that Adam would be playing for her. Maybe.

Her hart-, hart raced with the excitement as she pulled on her dress and pressed down her bodice. She wondered if there was anything she could do for luck. Meg was wearing her lucky dress, she said, although it looked exactly the same as the ten thousand others hanging in her wardrobe. Snow White was wearing her lucky red hair ribbon. jasmijn was wearing her lucky earrings. Belle picked up her copy of Phantom. It was one of...

Belle felt alone. She felt, not scared, but anxious. Now what? Her vrienden had deserted her. She couldn’t hold back the tears any longer. Then, she heard voices around the corner.

“Well, I don’t know; I just don’t think he’s being very fair with the grades.”

“He does tend to crack down hard with them.”

“I heard rumours he’s going to give us a test volgende week.”

Belle’s hart-, hart leapt. That was Adam.

“A test?” groaned Aladdin. “Oh, give us a break already!”

Belle darted around the corner and flung herself at Adam. Adam took a step backwards as she caught him; she almost...

This is a readtold Of The Prince Of Egypt


Esmeralda Mother Is A Friend of Yocheved is a Hebrew slave and the two mother knew someday Moses And Esmeralda will be marry but everything have change. One dag Hebrew babies are taken and slaughtered door Egyptian soldiers, as ordered door Seti I Yocheved sing a river lullaby to her child and place him in the basket and sent him down the river. Esmeralda And Her Mother have flee to Jerusalem and Esmeralda is saft. The basket came across the queen " Come Ramses We Will toon Pharaoh Your New Baby Brother, Moses".

Moses And Ramses are good brother and Moses...

So, I figured since I did this activity over on The Muppets club, that I thought I'd do a spot the muppet game over here as well. This is for finding those hidden background Muppets in Muppets Most Wanted. Like before, I will be doing this in order starting with the Tower of London wedding, the gulag finale, the train, and any other parts of the movie where background Muppets may be hiding. Okay, so first is the wedding. If one were to look closely, the first muppet they would be able to spot is Droop. He's the pine green muppet with the droopy snout right volgende to Beautiful Day. Also in the...

The volgende day, as Belle made her way to the bookshop, with Angelique at her side, she was surprised to see a number of colourful caravans trundling through the streets. Quite a few people had already gathered to see what all the fuss was about; and Mr Bookkeeper was amongst them.

“What’s going on, Mama?” whispered Angelique, clinging to Belle’s hand just in case it was something to be worried about.

Belle smiled down at her. “Probably nothing to be worried about, Angie. Let’s ask someone.”

They made their way up to Mr Bookkeeper. “What’s going on?” Belle asked, politely.

“I...

Shock overcame Belle as she stared up at the woman.

“Belle,” whispered Sarah Clayton, looking down at the young woman.

Mother and daughter stared at one another a spleet, split seconde longer, and then Sarah dived to the floor and hugged Belle fiercely. Belle returned it, digging her fingers into her mother’s clothing, just to convince herself that this was real. She had pictured this dag in her childhood dreams, a dag when she would meet her parents again, but she had always imagined it would be in heaven, long after her death.

“Oh, Mama!” she exclaimed, her voice catching on a sob in her...

Belle blinked back tears as she carried on through to Calais. She just couldn’t believe it. Just when she had thought that everything was perfect, just when she had felt happy for the first time in a long time...it had all been screwed up beyond her control. She had been too panicked to register Clopin’s declaration of love for her properly and now as she began to realise just what that meant, just what it was to have the person she loved love her in return, she also felt a sinking feeling that she was never going to know that love ever again.

Even Iago was quiet, unusually so for him....

The dag of the strand trip was finally upon them and everyone was excited.

“Ooh, I can’t wait to get on my cozzie and get into the sea!” Lottie squealed that morning over breakfast.

“Cozzie?” Aurora asked, spoon halfway to her mouth.

“It’s what I call my swimming costume!”

“Oh, I see.”

“I hope there’s some good waves for surfing,” Jim said.

“The Prof says we can go poking around the rockpools, so that’ll be cool,” Merida said.

“I hope they sell ice cream nearby,” zei Jasmine. “No strand trip can be complete without ice cream.”

“I hope I can sneak away for...

Everyone was celebrating in good form that evening. Mr Ratcliffe allowed them to deck the school hall out with fairy lights and a large banner reading Congratulations from the rafters.

“By rights, it ought to say “Well Done, Team,” of something,” Meg pointed out. “But it’ll do since we couldn’t find anything else at the last minute.”

As good as his word, Mr Ratcliffe also provided alcohol but limited them all to only two coupons each. It was fair enough, thought Belle; this was a school after all, and none of them wanted its reputation to be sullied door wild drunken rampages on...

“Wow!” grinned Snow White as they left the classroom. “Finally an R.E teacher who seems to know what she’s doing!”

“Yeah, she was pretty cool,” agreed Aladdin, hitching his rucksack onto his shoulder.

“Compared to Mr Frollo, anyone’s cool!” Hercules pointed out.

Belle zei nothing; she just pressed closer to Adam as he gave her a squeeze and looked over at Flynn over the top, boven of his head. “What’s next; English?”

“Yep!” Flynn sighed. “Romeo and Juliet! Great!”

“Oh, yes!” Belle sighed. “I love Shakespeare!”

“But it doesn’t make sense!” Flynn insisted....

Everyone was reeling about the dance that evening when it was over.

Alone in her room, waiting for the rest of her roommates, Ariel idly plucked the petals off a bloem John had gegeven her. “He loves me! He loves me not! He loves me!” She giggled, gleefully as she plucked off the last one. “Oh, I knew it! I knew it!”

Rapunzel came dancing into the room. Her hair was coming undone from the many grips and floral bands she had in it and was beginning to trail on the floor but she didn’t care. “What a magical evening!”

“Did Flynn pucker up, then?” giggled Ariel.

“Not yet, but I...

The evening of the school dance came around, and Belle was nervous; she didn’t mind admitting it. Why, she wasn’t sure; although it was probably something to do with the fact that she had never been to a dance like this in her life before.

“It’ll be just fine,” her vrienden told her, reassuringly. “We’ll have a lot of fun. It’ll be great.”

The staff had gone all out to make the hall look nice for the dance. Cinderella had spent half the dag polishing and waxing the floor. In fact, halfway through sweeping it, she had been caught dancing with her broom, pretending she was at...