“Fuck,” you whispered, blowing a stray of hair out of your face. You had been at this for the last hour, but for some reason you hadn’t made any progress at all. No, not one bit. Why was cooking so difficult? It was basically just maths; adding ingredients together while also being aware of the time. Simple maths. You repeated to yourself, knowing damn well it didn’t help. Who were you kidding? You had never been the best at maths. No, it wasn’t your forte.
Stains of wet flour marked the beige counter as you looked around at the mess you had created. And to think you would have to clean it up all. You sighed again, exasperated as you stole a quick glance at the brownish and gooey substance next to you. Wasn’t it supposed to be more cream than brown? Also more liquid? That didn’t look liquid at all. You groaned, tilting your head back and gave the mix the same fate its previous friend had received. You took the cold bowl and dumped its content in the sink, watching the lumps of flour burst and be washed away.
You heard the distant echo of footsteps and you looked at the green numbers displayed on the oven. 07:48.
“Fuck,” you muttered under your breath. Taron was already up and all you had achieved in doing was make a mess out of the kitchen and waste food. You were nowhere near what you had planned.
Taron always cooked for you and you had thought it a great idea to surprise him by making him breakfast on Valentine’s day. Turns out your daydreams were nowhere near reality.
“Hey, darling.” You jumped at the sudden contact of his palm on the small of your back, but relaxed instantly when your brain registered that it was your husband. He had gotten dressed and put on a pair of joggers and a white shirt.
“Hey, love.” He rested his lips again your forehead before scanning the kitchen.
“Mmm... I see you’ve redecorated the house. I have to say, I would’ve preferred for you to consult me beforehand.” A small smile tugged at his lips as you noticed the sparkles in his eyes. You stared back, a blank expression on your face. Your idiot of a husband thought he was being funny.
“Quit it, Mr. Egerton.” You rolled your eyes at him. Okay, you had thought his joke was pretty funny, but no way you were encouraging him.
“Here, let me help.” He chuckled and pecked your lips as he took hold of the whisk and the bowl you had so ‘gently’ emptied earlier. He rinsed them and placed himself near the eggs and the flour. You extended an arm and leaned on the counter next to him. “Come here.”
You looked at him as he did it so effortlessly. And he looked handsome doing it. He was sifting together the dry ingredients, while explaining to you what he was doing and why he was doing it. But your attention was directed to his lips, and his neck, and the mole on his neck, and now his green eyes.
This would be your third Valentine’s Day as a married couple. The both of you hadn’t planned anything special for the day. It was probably going to be one of those lazy days where you would just cuddle in the comfort of your home. And if you were completely honest, you quite liked the idea of having your husband to yourself for a day.
“Done.” He smiled at you as he handed over the bowl. He made his way to the other side of the kitchen, fetching, plates, a spatula and utensils and came back over to where you stood. A circle of blue flames came to life as Taron gave the oven control a flick of his wrist. Before he could do anything else you stole the spatula from his hands.
“That I can do.” You sighed happily, being content with finally being able to help.
“Okay, I’ll go wake Noah up.” His hand wandered around your back and he stole a quick kiss from you. His figure disappeared as he made his way to your son’s bedroom.
You were putting on the table, when you heard a tread of small footsteps and gibberish behind you. You smiled as you felt a pair of tiny arms wrap around your bare leg. You looked down to see your son Noah, smiling back at you, his little round cheeks making it impossible for you not to melt.
“Hey little man!” You took him in your arms, smiling wide as he laughed, his two front teeth poking out from hiding behind his lips. “Did you sleep well?” Your voice came out in a high-pitched tone. “Did you sleep well?” You repeated, pecking your child’s cheek as his left hand found its way to his mouth.
Taron watched the both of you from where he stood, leaning on the wall. He gave himself a slight push and came to join you.
“Now, who’s hungry?” He joined in the conversation, “Because I know this glutton is!” He pointed at himself before sitting next to you, Noah on his left side. Noah rose both of his hands in the air as he stared back at his dad, happily. You smiled, taking a bite of the strawberry you had stole from the bowl of fruits in the middle of the table.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, love.” He kissed your temple softly, before serving the three of you.
First of all I wanted to say that your imagines are so good and you're an amazing writer. I wanted to ask can you maybe write another Taron-imagine? 🙈 maybe something dramatic but with a happy end? Thanks
The Moana series featuring Taron will definitely have a happy ending, we promise! We’re so happy your love our other imagines and we’ll also be posting more Taron imagines that are not a part of the Disney Mini Series! xo
As of now, none of the authors are taking this request due to other requests we have but if anyone wants to send in a submission for a Bloody Knuckles Part 2, then they are more than welcome to!
When the Ocean Calls (Part 1) Disney Princess Miniseries ft. Taron Egerton and Auli’i Cravelho
Chapter One
He wasn’t gone.
There was no way. He was one of our best sailors; even if he wasn’t a native of the islands. He was renowned around the town and whole of the island for winning most of the sailing competitions and races. Even from the shores where audiences crowded around to watch I could hear his laugh which was louder than the waves that crashed on the rocks. He’d anchor his boat just shy of the shore and jump down and I’d run right into the water to greet him – hands crazy and waving and voice screaming with pride over his victory. If I closed my eyes, I could still picture him picking me up and spinning me around. His hands were callused but strong. His skin permanently smelt of seawater and sunscreen to protect his pale skin. His arms which were so strong – oh how they felt around my waist.
He always kept his word and never ran late. Almost every night at 5:47 to be exact I’d see him walk up the driveway of my house and see him carrying macaroni salad while Dad cooked the pork and fish. It was always a deal he had with Dad – bring the macaroni salad and you get dinner. He’d stay with us and he and Dad would talk about the ocean which was visible from our kitchen window. They’d mull over the temperature of the water, the waves which predicted if a storm would come soon, anything really – as long as it had to do with sailing . . . or me.
When it was my birthday he arrived later than usual. That was the only other day when he wasn’t on time. I think it was because he was worried about what he was wearing and the fact the rain was pouring down a little harder than usual. His truck got caught in a roadside ditch and Dad had to go help him get it out and when he arrived at the house, his legs were covered in mud all the way to his knees. After showering he did what was typical – ate with us, played some games, talked with Dad about sailing and played with my siblings. Then when it was time for him to go, I walked him out to the car and got ready to kiss him goodbye. He stopped me instead, pulling me away towards the small gazebo behind the house and only twenty feet from the beach. That’s when he pulled out the necklace from his pocket and placed it in my hands.
“I thought I lost it in the truck when I went in the ditch,” his accent was more dignified as he shoved his hands into his pockets and looked down shyly.
I gazed at the necklace, feeling the weight of it in my hand. He coughed in the silence and continued to ramble.
“I made the chain from hemp and the white beads here are shark bones, while the stone is from that excursion I went on with Chad and the guys.” He shook his head. “I know it’s not much but-”
I cut him off by throwing my arms around him and kissing him fiercely. I think he was shocked at first but soon enough his lips were molding into mine and kissing me with such force and strength, my head grew dizzy and my stomach did acrobatics. Like always he picked me up and spun me around, gently settling me down after.
“It’s beautiful!” I exclaimed, “And you made it entirely on your own, which makes it all the more better.” I cupped his face in my hands and kissed him again.
“Help me put it on?” I asked, pulling away. I turned around, lifting my hair for him to put it on. I felt his fingers twiddling with the chain and making sure it was secure around my neck. When he was done, I spun around and let my hair fall.
“Well?” I asked, “How does it look?”
He smile was contagious and soon enough he was pulling me in again and whispering in my ear, causing goosebumps to spread all across my skin. I encircled my arms around his neck and inhaled his scent, closing my eyes and feeling content.
“It looks beautiful,” he whispered, “but not as beautiful as you.”
So when he was supposed to come home for dinner on the day he returned from one of his solo excursions and didn’t show up, I knew something was wrong. He always lost cell phone service when he was out on the open ocean so he should have answered his phone when I called. Instead it went straight to voicemail.
I texted him after not hearing back for ten minutes but no response came. When I went out into the hall to ask if Dad had heard anything, he simply just shook his head and said, “Of anyone in this house, you’d be the first to know where he is.”
After an hour of no word I started to become angry. I paced around my room, fiddling with the necklace and said no to dinner. Kai, my younger brother threw a fit because there was no macaroni salad paired with dinner. Leilani – my oldest sister – teased me about my choice in boys. She’d come to visit from her break from college and hung around till it was time for her to go.
“Unfortunate how that boy of yours never showed up,” she said with a shrug of her shoulders. “I was looking forward to meeting him and seeing why Dad loves him so much . . . Maybe this is a sign it’s not meant to last.”
I refused to listen to her antics and resulted to a sleepless night of staring at my ceiling, wondering why on earth I hadn’t heard a word from Taron. This was so unlike him.
The next morning, I went out into town wondering if anyone else would have known about Taron’s whereabouts. I hadn’t received any other messages from him, or apologies for not making it to dinner. What had started as an angry and vexed feeling turned to anxious, worried and nervous after most of the folks in town provided no help.
I traced back all the way to Taron’s house where I found it empty and desolate of fellow roommates then took my bike down to the beach where he typically surfed, snorkeled or hung out with friends. There was still no trace of him.
I went home early in the evening gloomy and quite mute. There wasn’t anything I could inform my parents about. They already knew what I knew; news got around fast in our town. None of us addressed the situation over dinner and I went to bed right after where I experienced a fretful and restless sleep and woke up to another silent morning.
After forty-eight hours the first report of missing persons began to appear. It first appeared on the news and the house landline was blowing up nonstop throughout the rest of the day. I refused to speak with anyone other than the fellow officer that stopped by to ask questions about the last interaction with Taron.
“When did you last see him?”
“The day he left for his excursion.”
“When was that?”
“Three weeks ago.”
“When did you last speak with Taron?”
“A week or so ago . . . he loses service when he’s sailing.”
“Do you know where he goes typically? When he sails?”
“No. He never has a plan.”
After the intense questioning, I rode my bike over to my grandmother’s. She only lived down the street from us – I could have even walked.
The sun was setting out against the ocean, sending out glorious rays of orange, yellow and red. Hues of pink, purple and blue littered the sky in the clouds and a nice breeze shook the trees. It was a gorgeous day – like any other one. Except for the circumstances.
Grandma was out on her front porch when I arrived. It was like she’d been expecting me. Her tanned skin wrinkled in just the right places – so soft to touch. I embraced her tighter than ever, trying not to cry as she consoled me.
“Come on now, let’s go inside. I have some Sweet Bread Pudding ready and we can both enjoy it rather than sulk. Besides, see the clouds?” She pointed up at the sky. “A storms coming.”
We sat in the confinements of her living room, scarfing down the bread pudding as if our life depended on it. But no matter how sweet the dessert was and how much I loved my Grandma’s cooking, it didn’t fill the hole inside me that continued to throb and ache with Taron’s absence. Worry was eating me from the inside out; anxiety had clutched me in a tight grip I couldn’t be released from.
“Don’t fret. That boy of yours will come back.” Grandma broke the silence with affirming words. “I know him,” she said with a grin, “he’s smart and knows what to do.”
“Are you sure?”
“Sure?” Grandma scoffed. “I’m positive.”
I always trusted my Grandma, but as I continued to eat and gossip about Leilani’s dramatic boy problems I felt myself falling farther away from believing her.
Three more weeks passed. There was still no sign of Taron – no word on his whereabouts. The town was becoming more aware of the circumstances and the danger this possessed. I’d walked Kai to school and on my way home stopped by the store to grab some groceries Mom needed. It was as I was leaving with my bags out of the market that I noticed a small TV in the corner reporting the news. Taron’s face appeared next to the anchor; it was the picture I’d given the officers when they had stopped by to ask questions.
The anchor spoke stoically and faced the camera straight on. His words echoed in my brain and I dropped both bags of groceries as the weight of the words began to take effect on the rest of my body.
“Welsh citizen Taron Egerton who has lived on the island of Maui has been missing for just over three weeks. Officers and search parties have looked for the young man who was reportedly out on a sailing excursion. Close friends of Egerton reported that he was supposed to have come home three weeks earlier but never showed up; neither had he been answering any phone calls or text messages . . .”
“Darling Madelyn!” Mrs. Lavasa from church rushed over to help me pick up my bags and myself. I hadn’t realized I’d fallen to my knees and made a commotion. She clutched my hands which were shaking and gazed up at the TV with wide eyes.
“After three weeks of searching with no further evidence of Egerton’s whereabouts, the department is close to giving up the search and rescue. No signs of Egerton’s boat have been located or seen off the coast and have led the search to go statewide. As of now, it is reported Egerton has unfortunately been deemed MIA and the search for him will end by Friday.”
“Madelyn, you need to get up.” Mrs. Lavasa tugged at my dress while a store clerk had begun picking up my groceries which had spilled around the ground.
“Madelyn . . .” Mrs. Lavasa came round and knelt in front of me, grabbing my hands in hers and squeezing tight. “Madelyn, look at me right now.”
My body convulsed and shook as I glanced up at Mrs. Lavasa. Her face was serene – so calm and strong despite the news that had just appeared in front of both of us. She knew Taron just as well as our family did. Her son was one of Taron’s closest friends.
“You’re okay,” she affirmed me with a definite voice. “You will be okay.”
After cleaning up the spilled groceries, Mrs. Lavasa paid for the replacements and after my nagging I pay her back she agreed to let me buy her lunch from the nearby foodtruck. We both found a comfortable picnic table near a small park with a little path that led down to the beach. Lots of folks from tourists to regulars littered the beach in a happy frenzy. The sky was clear with the sun beating down and shooting its bright rays on to the water and people’s skin – clearly burning the paler ones. While quietly munching on our fish tacos we observed the people until Mrs. Lavasa broke the silence.
“You know Lei is just as saddened as you are with that boy’s disappearance,” she commented, licking the taco sauce off her tanned fingers. “That boy eats so much in my house and yet in the past week I haven’t got him to eat a morsel.” She shook her head, dabbed a napkin against her lips before crumpling it up and setting it aside.
“You’re very brave Madelyn. I know this is hard on you. It’s hard on all of us. But you need to be brave and prepare for what’s to come. This is one thing that everyone will take far from lightly.”
“I just can’t believe they’re giving up the search,” I replied, surprised I was even speaking. “I don’t think they should.”
“It sounds like they’ve done everything they could have, my dear.”
“That’s where you’re wrong.” I shook my head, pushing my plate of food away. “I know they could’ve done more. They still have the opportunity to do more; they’re just not taking it.”
“Well what can they do?” Mrs. Lavasa asked. “What else is there you know of that they don’t?”
I looked Mrs. Lavasa in the face, my hands gripping the picnic table. “I know he’s still alive. He’s still out there. Taron isn’t foolish. He’s smart. I feel it – and when I feel this way there is no excuse or way I could be swayed.” I stood from the picnic table and took Mrs. Lavasa’s garbage.
“I’m sorry, but I must be going. My Mother wants me home to help prepare dinner and I still have to get Kai from school.”
Kai was waiting just outside the school entrance when I went to pick him up. He was in a happier mood and skipped most of the way home, without a single thought falling on Taron. Mom was cleaning the kitchen when we arrived home and Kai raced off to his room while I helped prepare dinner and set the table. Dad was on a small fishing excursion with a couple friends and wouldn’t be home till later and Leilani had declined coming over in favor of a date with some new guy she met at a friend’s get together. It would just be the three of us – Mom, Kai, and me – tonight.
We were just sitting down for dinner when Grandma barged in through the front door. She surprised all of us and acted like it was typical and normal to join us unexpectedly. Bringing in some pineapple upside down cake, she plopped into the seat where Dad usually sat and began putting food on an extra plate. We all stared at her dumbfounded.
“Don’t just sit there like a bunch of idiots,” Grandma suddenly said. She motioned to the food. “It’s getting cold. Eat up.”
Kai began shoveling food into his mouth and Grandma smiled at him. Mom shrugged her shoulders and began to pick at the food she put on her plate. It was completely silent other than the sound of forks scraping against plates and clinging of glasses.
Eventually dinner was finished and Mom asked Kai to help her clear the table. Grandma had whispered something in her ear as I had excused myself to the kitchen to put my dishes away. A few moments later, Mom walked in followed by Kai who nudged me to the side.
“What’s this about?” I asked perplexed. “I always do the dishes.”
“Kai and I have it handled tonight,” Mom said. “Your grandmother would like a word with you. She’s out on the back porch.”
I let my plate settle in with the soaps and suds, grabbing a towel to dry my hands. This was odd. But I obeyed and sauntered back into the living room where the sliding glass door showed Grandma standing on the porch looking towards the beach. She didn’t turn to look at me as I opened and closed the door but instead began walking down the back steps, urging me to follow.
“Come along,” she called, “let’s take a walk.”
I locked my arm with hers as she steadied herself with her cane. We took baby steps on the sandy path that led up towards the beach. The waves were much quieter today than they’d been recently. With the big storm passing, the weather had been calm, maybe even manipulating the waves to mimic its mood.
We walked in silence, admiring the setting of the sun and the clouds that decorated the sky. Palm trees shook gently in the breeze and kids ran frolicking into the waves as parents watched from their comfortable beach chairs. Grandma and I walked towards the quieter side of the beach where a small group of rocks bunched together to create a small earth of tide pools. As a little girl, this was a favorite spot of mine and there were many times when Grandma would take me here to collect little treasures.
“I want to tell you something,” Grandma said suddenly breaking the silence. “And I don’t want any interruptions.”
She knew it was hard for me to keep silent. I had to bite my tongue as I agreed and nodded my head.
“When I was your age, before I met your grandfather, I knew a boy who was a lot like that one of yours. He was adventurous and clever – very resourceful, smart and witty . . . He was well-known throughout the town and other parts of the island for his talent in sailing. The girls flocked over him – any one of them would have sold their soul just to have a date with him.” She gave me a certain look and smirked. “Sounds very similar doesn’t it?
“But that’s not the only thing. This boy was so talented and so well-known it just so happened he met your great-grandfather who was working hard on his own sailboat to go out and use to fish with his co-workers. He asked your great-grandfather if he needed help who said yes and so they began to work every day and what seemed to be every night to complete the job.
“I was returning home from school one day when I came upon them both working. Not only was I introduced to the boy but I was smart to know not to fall for that devilish smile and those devastatingly good looks. I came out with snacks later and my Father went inside his shop to grab a few tools which left that boy alone with yours truly.
“He didn’t get me on the first try – I’ll just say that but he eventually won me over with a trip out on his sailboat. He worked hard to impress me and ended up taking me to this hidden reef just off the south coast of the island. It was such a beautiful area and I remember I fell in love on that night, no matter how hard I didn’t want to.
“We spent the summer together after school got out and then when my senior year started, I saw less of him. He was out on his adventures; I was busy with my studies. He came over for dinner one night and I remember as I walked him out to his car he broke the news that he was going on an excursion. I tried talking him out of it because it was a dangerous time of the year for sailing. Storms were more frequent. But he didn’t listen and soon enough we got in a fight and it ended with him storming off and me ripping off the necklace he’d given to me the night of our date. I smashed it into the dirt on the driveway and left it there to rot. I found out that Friday he left for his trip and thought “Good riddance, don’t come back”. My friends thought me foolish for dropping him like spoiled spam because they thought he was the bees knees.
“It didn’t take long to find out what happened. A storm had hit our part of the island and many houses flooded. Some beaches were covered in corpses of animals and palm trees had toppled over. I was on my way to church with a couple gals when one of the ladies from the congregation stopped me to offer her condolences. “What condolences?” I asked her. “That boy you were going steady with,” she answered, “they found his ship crashed into a bunch of rocks just off the south end of the island. His body was found bludgeoned between two rocks”.”
Grandma paused to take a breath. We reached the tide pools and I helped her sit on a small rock that was located near the water. We removed our sandals and dipped our toes into the ocean.
“Of course I thought the woman was lying,” Grandma continued, “I told her she must have mistaken me for someone else. But when I arrived at church I was surprised to find she was right. The boy’s parents were being consoled by the pastor and pastor’s wife. Other parishioners were shedding tears over the shocking accident. I didn’t know how to react. Before I knew it I was running out of the church and towards my house. I barely made it down the path before my shoe crunched on the necklace which was now practically buried in the dirt. I picked it up, brushed it off and put it around my neck before walking out to the beach. I think I stood out on the shore for the rest of the day until my sister dragged me back inside. The next week was the funeral and just like that everyone was getting back to their normal lives.
“I shoveled away my remorse and guilt for a long time,” Grandma said with a sigh. “At first I didn’t know how to feel; how to act. But after time I learned to forgive myself. I understood I had left that relationship broken and I wondered if during his last few minutes of life he thought of our fight. I was selfish. I was stupid. If anything that boy was proud to die where his passion lived. The ocean is a dangerous thing, but it holds so many souls and spirits that just wanted to explore its depths and never returned home.”
Grandma finished, looking at me with a sympathetic smile. “I’m not saying your boy is gone like the one I met. And think about it; I met your grandfather just a couple months later. He healed me in more ways than one.” She nodded her head. “I wanted to tell you this story because I don’t want you to be like me. Don’t sit around and wait. Don’t give up faith in him. Do something about it.”
“What can I do?” I asked desperate. I shook my head staring at the ground. “I can’t just take a boat out there myself and look for him.”
“Of course you can.”
“I don’t know one thing about sailing,” I said.
Grandma smirked at me. “Madelyn my dear, you know more about sailing than you think.”
“But it’s crazy! Going alone is like a suicide mission!”
“Only if you think of it that way.” Grandma grabbed my hand. “First things first: Do you love this boy?”
“More than anything,” I whispered. I felt my eyes sting with tears and streak down my cheeks. Grandma swiped them away with her thumb.
“Than what’s stopping you? The ocean is calling you my dear. It holds the one thing you want more than anything. And when the ocean calls – you listen.” She kissed my forehead.
“Go find him and bring him home.”
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Hey All!
I am so excited to publish the first part of the first miniseries! The story is based off of Disney’s Moana and is titled “When the Ocean Calls”. I hope you enjoy it just as much as I enjoy writing it and hope you also stick around to see what happens!
Requests and submissions are always welcomed so please send them in as well! I hope to also have the next part of “When the Ocean Calls” up soon! If not you should expect one around the New Year! And as an author who is heavily inspired by words of encouragement, I’d love to see some fanart as well! So get creative and show us what you got! Whether it be an edit of Taron and Auli’i as Madelyn or a quote edit, we would love to see what you love about the story
So we have our winner for the Disney Princess Miniseries! Below is a list of the stories and the order in which they will be written! Thank you to everyone who voted! I am so excited to write this series for you and hope you love them!
1. Moana – Featuring Taron Egerton and Auli’I Cravelho
Summary: Madelyn’s boyfriend Taron has gone missing. In fact, he’s been missing for weeks. The island of Maui and community of Madelyn’s town have given up all hope in his reappearance and return, but Madelyn full heartedly believes Taron isn’t gone for good; he’s still out there and if no one is going to go out looking for him, then she would do it on her own. So she takes her Uncle’s sailboat, packs a bag of necessities and sets out to tour each of the islands and surrounding reefs searching for her love. Through trials and tribulations, Madelyn’s faith will be tested and the thought of giving up will tempt her. But it’s the love for her boyfriend and the remembrance of their relationship that pushes her to search on and not give up.
2. The Little Mermaid – Featuring Rami Malek and Emma Watson
Summary: Adeline works on her Father’s fishing boat and helps run the small shop he owns down on a small port in Central California. Ever since the passing of her Mother, Adeline’s Father has been overprotective of her venturing out into the town and exploring on her own. But Adeline can’t help herself – she feels distant and detached from a town which should be home for her – and exploring is a passion of hers. Even when she helps save the life of a young man who almost drowns, Adeline finds herself on the run from her Father and ultimately maimed from a robbery that leaves her mute. Coming to her rescue is Rami – the handsome boy she saved. He takes her in, helps her recover and eventually comes to realize she must be the girl who saved him too. But when Adeline’s Father finds her, the couple must stand up for the one thing they’ve come to cherish – each other.
3. Beauty and the Beast – Featuring Richard Madden and Emilia Clarke
Summary: Belle and her Father own a small repair shop in a town just outside of Glasgow. Belle’s quirky, independent and fiery character oppose her to many other people in the town and she finds herself far more lonely than she likes. Her dreams of attending Cambridge have fallen short due to her Father’s declining health and the fact he can’t run a shop on her own. So when her Father doesn’t return on one of his many excursions, Belle goes out searching only to find him atop a large hill overlooking much of Glasgow near a mansion which has been hanging around the rumor mill for a while. Hoping to get some help for her Father before the oncoming storm arrives, Belle finds solace in some of the Help of the mansion only to be bombarded by the master of the house who is an angry young man named Richard with a selfish streak. Quick to protect her Father, Belle makes a deal with the man; she’ll come work in the mansion to repay him. Although the two clash at first they both learn to get along and fall in love, proving love can change us all.
4. Tangled – Featuring Adam Driver and Lily James
Summary: Rosalie’s Aunt Katherine has her locked away in a tall skyscraper in the heart of Manhattan, hoping she won’t conform to a supposed corrupted society that took away Katherine’s sister and brother in law – Rosalie’s parents. Hoping to protect her niece, Katherine strives to keep other people from interacting with Rosalie. But that’s exactly what Rosalie desires. She wants interaction and adventure. So when a young delivery boy named Adam stops by to drop off some of Katherine’s belongings, Rosalie strikes a deal with him: Allow her one day out in the city to explore; show her what she’s missing out on; give her a night to remember. Along the way they run into hilarious encounters they’re sure to remember and Adam encourages Rosalie to stand up for herself and fight for a freedom which she didn’t think existed.
5. Cinderella – Featuring Oscar Isaac and Rachel McAdams
Summary: Ella’s life isn’t what she’d hoped it to be. Stacked with back to back jobs and graduate school that’s looming over her shoulder, Ella feels like there isn’t much excitement to look forward to other than the possibility of breaking free from her stepmother and stepsisters who have wreaked havoc on her life ever since her Father passed away. It isn’t until she’s closing up the diner for the night when a familiar face steps inside and strikes a conversation with her over mediocre coffee and donuts. Though the encounter is fleeting and short, Ella hopes to see the man again. When a huge gala honoring Ella’s Father in his medical discoveries is put on, Ella is shunned from attending by her stepfamily. With the help of a “Fairy Godfather” of some sorts, Ella makes her way to the gala where she comes face to face with the man from the diner – Oscar Isaac, a famous actor who is one of the most ultimate bachelors. The two connect quickly and before Ella can utter her name, she is racing off before her stepfamily knows she’s missing. The only thing she leaves behind is her shoe and an imprint on Oscar who is determined to find her again.
Once again, I am so excited to announce this miniseries and work on it! I’m hoping to have Moana started before the New Year! Also, the stories will have different titles from the Disney name:)
