Rapunzel was nervous. She was about to tell her mother the biggest lie she had ever had to tell in her entire life. Such a thing wasn’t easy, especially with a strict mother like hers, who could usually see through a lie in a second. Rapunzel prayed that Elsa was as good a liar as she claimed to be.
Glancing outside at the snow, Rapunzel sighed. Why did winter have to be so cold? Elsa always claimed that the cold never really bother her, but it bothered Rapunzel, who was so fond of going about barefoot in a thin cotton dress throughout the rest of the year, when it was hot and dry. But in...
Belle smiled to herself as she finished stacking the last shelfload of books. It was almost time to shut up shop, so she leaned down the ladder and addressed the small, fair haired girl sitting with her nose deep in a book.
“Angie. Angie, sweetie.”
The girl looked up. “Sorry, Mama, did u say something?”
“It’s nearly time to go.”
“Oh, but I’m in the middle of this great book-”
“Then u can take it with you. I’m sure Mr Bookkeeper won’t mind.” Belle slid down the ladder and held out her hand. “Come on, let’s go home.”
Spirit looked and saw the faces of his mother, Juliana, Sir Lionel, and best of Kayley
[This is the prologue for my new fan fic]
Kayley was excited, today Esperzana (her mother's horse) was about to give birth. She had been waiting for days then she heard the sound of a horse whinnying in pain. Kayley ran to the stable to find her father was already there trying to calm her down. Kayley sat down volgende to her and stroked the mare gently, urging her to keep pushing. Then a little yellow head appeared neighing loudly. The little guy blinked he looked around and saw the faces of his mom, Lionel, Juliana, and best of all Kayley. She smiled at him and he smiled back. Juliana asked "what...
When seventeen jaar old Jim Hawkins turns to his great grandmother for advice on love, the Empress tells him a story of a young woman and an older man...
In the late 1400s (1482 to be precise) a young woman named Belle becomes a maid and personal assistant to the much older Judge Claude Frollo. Frollo finds himself attracted to her angelic voice, as well as her kind nature and soon an unconventional romance develops.
But this is France in a time when such things are frowned upon.
Belle's best vrienden Aurora and Ariel can't help thinking there's something strangely unnatural about Belle's relationship...
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...