Ok. So this is my first fanfic. Its kina fluffy, but I think its interesting.
Storyline is Bella is the princess of Aragonia. I made up my own little contenent Cerenia. On this contenent there are 8 countries.
Aragonia, ruled by the Swans;
Nastalagon, ruled by the Stanleys;
Farshonia, ruled the Cullens;
Kryptonica, ruled by the Blacks;
Jonovia, ruled by the Newtons;
Rouluge, ruled by the Denalis;
Sentalog, ruled by the Ranatras;
and Lamnolia, ruled by the Kaufmans.
The story should fill you in on anything else you need to know.
Enjoy!
"Madam Isabella. Your father wishes to speak to you in his office"
"Okay. Thank you, Jene"
Uggg. This can't be good. Every time 'Father wishes to speak to me' it always means something serious and awkward is going to happen. Usually bad, too.
Hi. I'm Isabella Swan, Princess of Aragonia. I prefer to be called Bella, but everyone says it MUST formal because I'm a princess. Oh well. Anyway I'm 16 about to turn 17 in 3 months. I live in one of the grandest palaces in Cerenia . King Charles Swan, my dad, is my only parent. My mom, Renee, died while giving birth to me, so I never met her. I have only seen her in portraits around the castle. I can see where I get my looks from. I have wavy, brown hair that came down to my butt , and brown eyes. She had brown hair and eyes also, but her hair was short and strait.I may have gotten most of my physical appearance from her, but eveyone says I get my personality from my father. My mother was always crazy, hyper, wild, and childish, while my father is serious, all business, and reallygets into the whole royalty thing, where as my mother could've cared less. I'm a serious person, don't have much fun, think the royalty thing can be a little overrated a times, am always busying myself with school work, reading,or helping the servants. (Father dosen't like that at all.) Unlike most royalty I don't want servants to work for me. I mean I like them because they will talk to me sometimes. If it weren't for them I would probably be mental. Nobody talks to me. Father is always in his study doing God-knows-what, Ihave no friends, and am an only child.
"Hello? Father?" I asked while knocking on his door. He doesn't like to be called 'Dad'. He says its not 'king like'. Pfff. Whatever. We don't share a strong bond anyway.
"Come in." I slowly open the door and walked in.
Oh. My. God.
Ok. So I know it was short, and I know its a cliffie, but I want to know if you like it befor I continue.
Any questions just ask, I'll answer.
I think it may not be good, so review if you want me to continue. If I get 10 reviews telling me to continue I will.
Thanx, Jessie.