Amy Princess Novels & Stories

ALPHA GREYSON (Part 7) "Her name is Amara Brooks, and she is an orphan from the Western Regions. She is not a member of any packs, and... There's not much information about her," Miguel informed me. I stared at that girl's documents, in her photo, and the more I stared at her picture, the more I noticed resembles between her and the Princess of Rema Kingdom.

The Tosca green dress with a sprinkling of sparkling gems adds to the appearance of a more vibrant look. The second car, Mr. Kusuma and Amelia. Amelia is transformed into a beautiful princess. Wearing the boots asked me yesterday, her hair is curly with a crown encrusted with diamonds. A white stacked dress with transparent green accents, the cut is simple but elegant, making her look like Princes of the Jungle.

It's messy and I think it badly needs a hairbrush. "Who are you and what are you doing here?" he shouted. Gosh he's breath stinks! I almost throw up and I badly want to shout in his face that he needs to know some personal hygiene. "I am Princess Amira, the second princess of Citrine. And she's my personal assistant Ashley Devera," I told him before he shouts at us again. Because he might kill us with the bad breath he have! He looked at me as if scanning me from head to toe. Then he smiled, a devil one!

"Amy is the sole heir of the Bloodmoon Pack. She's our princess. Who the hell do you think you are?" "What?" Shock rooted Hank and Dexter to the spot. They were completely at a loss for words. The same words struck Eden like a slap to the face. She had just come rushing over, her expression twisted in disbelief. "That's impossible! She's just a filthy Rogue! There's no way she's a princess!" she shouted. I was about to have them all thrown out when Eden suddenly snapped out of her daze. "Amy, just because you're the heir to the Bloodmoon pack doesn't give you the right to push us around, does it?"

“My mommy thinks you're a good person.” “She does?” She nodded. “Yes. I do, too. My name is Amaya but my mommy calls me ‘Princess’ sometimes. Are you a princess? You look like a princess. My mommy says princesses are so beautiful and you're the most beautiful lady on earth.” “Aww.” Her words melted my heart as I pulled her in for a hug. “You're so sweet, Amaya. Can I be your friend?” She giggled. “You've always been my friend.” Then she reached into the right pocket of her dress and took out some more candies.

I hope I haven't gotten myself into trouble. She stopped, and I halted. She turned to stare around, then gestured for me to hurry inside. Gosh! I almost fell to my knees, I was startled when our contact got honed. “Uhm uhm…”She reminisced. She's no other than Amy, the spoiled princess. “Hana,” she called, casting her gaze on me. The name she called, made me realize that there was another existence of beauty in the room. She was dressed in a royal purple flowing robe, with a silver crown sitting beautifully on her ponytail hair.

Zain asked, looking through the contracts she had signed. I turned towards him and slid my hands in my pockets. “No, I didn’t, but it was fun to see her all tousled up, eh?” He shook his head, and his smile broke into a grin when the tiny feet pattered into the room. It was hard to keep my grin at bay seeing the dark curls of little Aya, Princess of Azmia, and the only person who could woo and melt the hearts of everyone in The Golden Palace.

Hany said while laughing " she is the princess Muons , the darkened King's fiancé , didn't you know" his eyes widened while drawing a victory smile " oh man why you didn't tell me earlier, your highness "he grabbed me while putting me behind his tall back , protecting me apparently. like I needed protection.... " so let get me this straight , you , adam gonna attack me ,I am gonna dodge it easily , take your sword and throw you at you friend who i don't know his name only by one hand , my left one , to hit his hand and sticking it to that tree , jump at you the second who I don't know his name too , and yeah you chief , my greetings, give you 2 hmm no 3 punches and will not cut your throat f

A waiter walked by a I picked a glass, giving Raze an apologetic smile I let Carmen pull me away. "Oh dear, you have a beautiful skin. Your dress suits you. " A blonde girl in a ball gown commented as she walked up to where we stood. I observed her slightly over the rim of my glass while Carmen exchange pleasantries with. The party was in full swing and it wasn't until now that I noticed the strange faces mixed the familiar ones I knew. "Amber this is Aria, the princess of the Crescent woods pack.. Aria this is Amber." Carmen introduced.

He answered. Amira was sitting in one of her favorite places outside the palace. It's a giant oak tree where she, Agnes, and Jake always there to play when they were young. "I'm Danym. I hope we can be good friends." He said and Amira set her lovely smile. She turned sideways to follow his voice. "Just call me Amira. I don't like people call me princess. It doesn't suit my personality!" She replied. Danym quickly disagrees with her.