Novel & Cerita Alicorn Princesses

I remember that burqa perfectly, so pretty and well-behaved, I don't know why so much fuss, these women don't know how to appreciate good clothes. Just as I think about answering, we're interrupted by a faint knock on the door. --- Supreme? Supreme? Excuse me, I came to inform you that the car is already at your disposal-- Alfred appears in the door opening after hearing my command to enter. --- Great Alfred, thank you very much-- my princess responds kindly, putting the comb on top of the dressing table-- you can take the day off to rest and let Gloria know that you're also excused for today-- she says turning her back to me and walking away forward like a true queen, no, like the true supr

Back at the royal palace of Alynthia, Alisha stood in the centre of the hall, draped in her of blush pink and silver gown, threaded with tiny crystals that caught the light like dew, she looked every inch the princess she was born to be. Her dark brown hair was braided elegantly over one shoulder, adorned with silver pins shaped like blooming asters. She smiled and nodded graciously as noblewomen surrounded her, offering both genuine compliments and veiled curiosity, but her eyes often wandered—searching.

His daughter or the safety of all the palace dwellers. "Are you looking for me?" Suddenly, princess Alleta's voice was heard. The flustered King Dominic was surprised and looked towards the door. Princess Alleta appeared at the door. Everyone in the room stared at the princess. No one made a sound. Prince Chapistrano was amazed by the beauty of the princess. He did not take his eyes off the princess's face. "I will ask again. Are you looking for me, prince Chapistrano Timothy, prince of the kingdom of Cannibal Hill?" Princess Alleta asked once again in a firm tone. Prince Chapistrano gasped and became embarrassed. He immediately averted his gaze when the princess looked at him. "What a beaut

Steep white stilettos. My blonde hair was drawn back into a snatched ponytail, so tight it was virtually a club. Praise God for glue and high-tech wig science, really, or my little secret would have gone sky-high months ago. Concealed under my jacket, I had on a sharp white crop top — crisp, plain, cutting. And the tie? Oh, sweetie, it was accessorized within an inch of its life. Princess Bubblegum pin. A pink bow duo. White Hello Kitty. And a dash of sparkly nonsense.

Every movement was an act of defiance against the crushing weight in my chest. The cheers erupted as the chariot finally rolled to a stop. Prince Alaric emerged first, every inch the regal Alpha, his jaw firm, his eyes holding a flicker of something unreadable. He offered a hand to Princess Amora, and she stepped out, a vision in white and gold, her Omega scent light and sweet on the air. A perfect match, everyone would say. Politically advantageous, strategically sound. My stomach twisted.

I closed the door, took off the five-inch high heels that were killing my feet throughout the party, and looked at Alana with my arms folded across my chest and an eyebrow raised and said. "You had better start talking, missy, about why you failed to mention you were Princess Alana Winchester, sole princess of the wolf kingdom? And, the so-called surprise twin warrior trainers were none other than your older brothers, the twin princes of the kingdom." I said, waving my hands in the air like a mad woman. She sighed. Rubbed her foot up and down on the brown fur carpet, and said.

“I promise” “Princess Gianna Antonia Jones, do you promise to stand by your mate, to help build a better community while protecting all. Do you promise to conduct yourself with the highest level of integrity and take responsibility for your actions, while laboring for the good of your community, keeping yourself and leadership far from all intentional ill-doing?” council member Elisa asks. “I promise” Gianna says. They both cut our hands and drip the blood into a small container. They hand us the quills and we dip them in the blood and sign the blood of vellum. They roll it up and announce us as Princess and Prince of the Fae’s.

She had left the pack for days as her distant relative who was terribly sick had died and she had to go for the funeral. " Marianne, watch how you speak. She's Alpha Xavier daughter." " Hi." Alisha stretched out a hand. " I'm Princess Alisha. Princess royal of the Stone Creek pack." She said, raising a chin smugly. To her surprise and embarrassment, Marianne ignored her rashly and turned to Kaileyn who frowned at Marianne's attitude. " Marianne! I said she's the dau–" " Shut up!" Marianne yelled, taking Kaileyn by surprise.

“Arena games? What’s that? Althea didn’t know what that was. “Oh, I see you haven’t been informed” Alicia smiled “Well it happens three times in a year, it’s a game where warriors of Westland come and fight each other and win a prize that elevates their status. I always participate and have never lost before. As the Baroness, you can participate” “Oh, I don’t think I want to,” Althea said. She was not capable of competing with the Wolves. Alicia smiled, she was pleased with her reply “ofcourse, you are human and do not have the ability to fight. But you can watch me on that day and cheer for my victory after” Alicia said egoistically.

People lie and deceive you, but your feelings do not. What shocked me most in all this drama was one fact that I only realized later when the woman named Jessy took us to our rooms. I asked her about this mysterious woman that looked completely heartless and soulless to an outsider, and she chuckled at me while she shook her head. With a soft but somehow sad smile on her face she briefly turned my way before she answered my question, “That Alpha Neil, would be Alpha Alice Hell, the famous ruthless Princess and our beloved leader.” And that little bit of information left me speechless for hours. My mate was one of the most feared Alphas in the whole kingdom. I guess you could say we shared fi