Empty Backdrop from The Jungle Book

Chapter 15: Sacrifice

It had been a few days since Ariel had left John couldn't believe how he had left things between them she must have had a reason why she didn't tell him either way he shouldn't have detto the things he did he realized that now all he wanted was her to back with him he wouldn't let anything become between them ever again sicuro, cassetta di sicurezza in his arms and he wondered if she was missing him as much as he was missing her. And she was she couldn't stop thinking about him ever since she had come home she locked herself in her room from sunset to sunrise she didn't want anything to do with...

In one of the small changing rooms of the Agrabah Palace, gelsomino pressed down the purple outfit she had chosen from the rack. Oh, yes, she decided, this was definitely the one.

“Honey, that is divine!” she heard Jeannie’s voice say from another cubicle. Stepping out from her own, she wondered what exactly Jeannie had found for Belle to wear. It would be something good, of course it would, but she was tingling to find out what.

She was about to leave the changing rooms and mostra Meg and Snow White her outfit when she heard the sound of another curtain being pulled back and Jeannie grinned...

Lady Tremaine is a woman of respect and power. Her first marriage ended with her as a widow and now so did her second. Presently she found herself as mistress of an estate manor, with the titolo of Lady, mother of her two daughters, and STEP-mother to her recently deceased husbands child; Isabella.

Though she had not started out disliking Isabella, she quickly saw in the girl things her own daughters did not poses. Among those things were grace, patience, kindness, and true elegance. So to not have her daughters out-shined, she made Isabella a servant in the house she had always known. Lady...

A young girl with snowy hair tip-toed from pillar to pillar. She saw her horribly cruel step-father making a deal with the princess. She gasped before ducking down. “I have to warn Ariel!”

Aladdin and Alem wear spending the giorno looking for different types of flora and fauna. And unfortunately that was Alem’s preferito activity. “I think this is a Jasminum sambac.” Alem mumbled while taking notes. “And in Arabic?” Aladdin teased. “Jasmine” Alem detto as he started to wander towards the castle.

Jasmine’s perfect nose scrunched in disgust and she left the drafty underground room....

A young man with shaggy black hair, hazel skin and dark Cioccolato eyes walked through the smoky and humid bazaar. His eyes flickered with excitement as he made his way down to his preferito place ever, the beach. A young woman ran to catch up to him. "Aladdin!" She called, "Aladdin wait for me!". Aladdin turned around as his best friend caught up to him. "Took te long enough Jazzy." He snickered while playfully twisting a long strand of Jasmine's charcoal hair around his fingers.

They walked hand in hand until Aladdin stoppped short. Sitting in front of them was a beautiful girl with a long...

It was well after sunset when Cenerentola woke up. Cinderella's stomach grumbled. She hadn't had anything to eat since breakfast. She walked to the door and opened it. She looked left and right down the empty hallway. Her stomach grumbled again a little louder. "I'm not going to find anything to eat in here." She detto and quietly closed the door as she stepped into the hallway. With her stomach still rumbling she wandered off to find the cucina to eat something.

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Cogsworth knocked on the door to the masters bedroom. After no response Cogsworth...

“But why can’t I go with you?” Belle asked.

The seven anno old wriggled her shoulders inside her slightly baggy grey tunic. It was a little chilly inside the Palace of Justice. Sarah smiled and put her hands on the child’s shoulders.

“Because the Captain won’t allow someone as small as te aboard the ship, Belle. When you’re older, maybe, but for now, te have to stay here.”

“You’ll be a good girl for Mr Frollo, won’t you?” added Clayton.

“Yes, Papa,” Belle replied, dutifully. Judge Claude Frollo didn’t really look like the type who’d take care of children, but...