Aria Princess Novels & Stories

She wiped her hands on her apron and hurried toward the room, keeping her steps light. Inside, the princess stood in front of a mirror, draped in shimmering white silk that clung to her figure. Her blonde hair was pinned up, strands falling like ribbons around her face. She turned when Aria entered, her lips curling into a smile too sharp to be friendly. “You’re the servant from the banquet, aren’t you?” she said sweetly. Aria bowed quickly. “Yes, Your Highness.” “I remember you,” Celine murmured, walking in a slow circle around her. “You were the one hiding behind the curtains. Watching the Alpha King.”

She had grown taller and lost some of the baby fats that she had before. “Hello,” She whispered, looking at Liara with a small smile. Liara doubted that Arline would recognize her. “Hello, Princess!!” Liara smiled at her and then looked at Brandon, “Please grab a seat.” She added, on which Brandon helped her to sit on the chair and then sat beside her. She turned her head toward Arline again once she settled on the chair, “So, what is the name of this beautiful Princess?” “My name is Arline Linda Gosling,” Arline replied in her cute baby tone.

I said kindly. "Well, you are dining with Princess Arya of the Sapphire royal pack and her mate, Alpha Jacob Jones. I'm afraid you can't miss it," She informed me. I've heard of Princess Arya, rumor has it that she is the strongest female Lycan and is mated to her nemesis. I was panicking, I'd never been in the presence of royalty before. What should I do?

She was also the Crown Prince’s mate. If Moon Goddess was unfair to Roseanne, she was completely ruthless to Aria. Two years ago when Aria turned of age, she felt the mate bond with Ivan. The Crown Prince was enraged that a lowly servant was his mate and rejected her. But that was only the beginning of Aria’s nightmare.

Irritated by its sudden force, she quickly rolls down the window, rushing to her beautiful mother for comfort. "Now, now, sweet child, calm yourself," the goddess said, the words melting like butter between her lips. Her hair was a deep ruby red, her eyes as green as a meadow on a beautiful summer day. Her daughter had the same features, sharing almost no resemblance to her father. However, the daughter is blessed with her father's warm, enchanting laugh and quiet personality.

".What is this?" "Truth, Creed," Zara said smoothly, stepping closer, the picture changing to another one — Yuyu, barely sixteen in baggy pants, laughing, with unmistakable boyish features. "Your little Yuyu — your dream girl — is a man. Or did you really not know?" "I—" My head inched towards Yuyu, as if seeing her — him — for the very first time. "Don't believe this," I panted, my face ill. "It can't be. It's not true."

Iris still carried the sassy attitude when speaking back to Aramis. “Hmm!” Aramis clicked his tongue and closed his eyes to hiss, “Are you Zion?” he growled at her, “You are not right? Or do you want me to rearrange your face to make you look like Zion? Stop fucking interrupting!” he was hyperventilating and yelling at her. Finally, Iris’ attitude withered away when being yelled at by the Alpha King.

Aynyra interrupted his story, raising her brows. Valor scoffed, "Well, you know- Ok, whatever. But I genuinely like her. She's smart, strong, fierce and gorgeous." "All Fae are gorgeous, they are known to be extremely charming," Aerys retorted. "Fine then Aerys, what have you done the last few days? What was that thing about the Akihyra fruit the Queen mentioned?" Valor questioned. "Well, they may have recruited me for something," Aerys smiled. "What, the only skill you have is baking and running away," Valor mocked.

She studied from the start here and knew each and every corner of the school so she helped me navigate my math and coincidentally we had the same class. She was a chatterbox and had that friendly vibe however not everyone interacted with her over the last week I spent with her and I wondered why. She was nice to me and I wouldn't be wrong to say we were becoming friends. Sarah had the most beautiful set of dimples and she was blonde. Her smile was so beautiful. "Did you complete your homework, Arabella?" She asked me and I nodded my head as we took a seat in the front. "It was so hard I had to take help from Hades. And the sweetheart that he is, didn't even hesitate to do my homework. I love

Amaris “Ugh,” I groan as I land on the dark gray mat covering the floor of the gym within the training grounds. “Come on, Princess,” Zach goads, knowing that I absolutely hate that nickname. “If you can’t stay on your feet while fighting me, how do you plan to take on our enemies, or any other threat?” “Fuck you!” I snarl as I flip, landing back on my feet and immediately charging him, launching into a roundhouse kick, barely holding back a laugh as he drops to the floor with a groan of his own.