A Little Princess Novels & Stories

He looked at her and tried to soften his tone as much as possible, “Then what do you want?” “I want to choose someone I like to bathe me!” The Little Princess flattened her lips and turned to head toward the door. “Lucas, send me home!” “Mr. Lynch, this…” Joshua waved his hand dismissively. “Listen to her.” Lucas had no choice but to follow her as he kept a watchful eye on the noble little princess. Half an hour later, Lucas called Joshua. “Mr. Lynch, the little princess isn’t satisfied with all the servants in the villa…”

SERA The ride home from Mary's was quiet except for Luna's sleepy chatter from her car seat. She was telling us about the story Vivienne had read to her while we were all talking downstairs, her little voice getting softer as exhaustion took over. "And then the princess found her prince and they lived happily ever after," Luna mumbled, her head dropping against the side of her seat. I turned to look at her, my heart squeezing at how innocent she looked. How simple her world still was, where princesses always got their happy endings and love conquered everything.

The little Princess was adorable, with her golden curls tied up into two neat little buns. Grace also had a daughter, the First Princess, who was three months older than Tracy's girl. Deborah had a son, the Second Prince, who was only two years old. The Second Prince was endearingly chubby and waddled when he ran, looking like a tiny penguin. Clarissa adored the boy. She held him, showering him with affection for a moment before turning to Adelaide. "Adelaide, come hold him. Get some of this baby energy—maybe the Moon Goddess will grant you a strong cub of your own next year."

Her sleepy eyes blinked up at me, a faint smile tugging at her lips. I cleared my throat dramatically, and Amaris cooed, her tiny fists waving as if in anticipation. “Once upon a time,” I began, “in a kingdom far far away, there lived a little princess named Lyra. She was kind and clever, but she had one big problem.” Amaris observed the drawings in the book as if she could totally understand them.

A small voice said and she turned to see a little girl of about six summers pulling at her dress, "Are you a princess? Me mum says you're a princess but you ain't wearing no crown?" She was a pretty thing with long brown hair and green eyes so bright they reminded her of a certain green eyed man she didn't want to think of currently. "Yes little one. I am a princess." She smiled waving the girls worried mother away, "Although not a very good one since I forgot to wear my crown." Her little guest giggled and smiled up at her. "What's it like being a princess?" She asked innocently. She pretended to think, placing a hand under her chin.

Sly’s eyes follow my gaze and he smiles, waving at the little one. She waves back, and I notice she’s holding her mother’s hand. Blinking, I see that her hair isn't black but brown and her eyes hazel, not Sly’s bright blue. “Mama,” the little one tugs on her mother’s sleeve. “Who’s the pretty lady?” “Shh,” the she-wolf pulls her pup up onto her waist. “It isn’t polite to stare. See her ring and her mark? She’s a Luna.” The little girl’s eyes widen, “Wow! She’s a princess! Is that man her prince?”

My little three-legged princess is snoring softly, her tiny belly rising and falling with each breath. “Hey, Suu,” I murmur, stroking her fur, I'm going to get ready,are you going to miss me?” She stirs, letting out a tiny yawn before opening her eyes and barking excitedly. I laugh, lifting her up and pressing a loud, smacking kiss to the top of her head. “Yeah, I bet you are,” I say, setting her down before stretching again. Time to get ready. --- My outfit is a statement.

The little girl has tears streaming down her face as she looks at me. “They said that I was too different to stay,” she says as she hiccups between her sobs. “They said that the Princess would take care of me. Are you the Princess?” Ward comes up from behind me and looks from me to the little girl in confusion. “I am the Princess. But where is your mommy?” I ask her calmly. “I don’t have a mommy anymore,” the little girl cries. “They said you would take care of me.”

Leaning on his father, the Little Prince wiggled his legs, enjoying the atmosphere. Under the light of the lamp that kept changing colors like dusk, the bride walked across the room. The tinkling of the piano did not get tired of accompanying her steps. With the cloud-white carpet and a roof full of strands of glass that resembled twinkling stars, Mia looked like a princess walking through the sky. “This is really beautiful. You made right decision to ask Katniss for help in choosing the EO,” Herbert muttered as he glanced at his son.

“Maddie is visiting today. My father is in Baltimore for the day. He’ll be picking her up on his way back.” The little girl ran forward in a fluffy skirt made of rainbow silk. “I’m a princess.” She had a sparkly purple magic wand in her hand. Ashley watched her daughter with a smile, the first true smile he’d seen on her. It dazzled him more than it should have, so he turned to the kid. “Hi, Princess Maddie.” He scrambled for something to say. “Uh… How is Princess Lillian?” “She had a fight with Prince William. She wants to get earrings, and Prince William won’t let her. And all her friends have them already.”