Aztec Princesses Novels & Stories

“If you show me you can wear what is befitting of a future Queen, then I shall relinquish all control over your wardrobe.” “You never quit, do you?” Alana sighed in defeat. Natalia smiled and shook her head. From a skinny, rough princess, she had grown into a beautiful and elegant lady. She had impeccable manners and most of her, she had the sense for leadership. She was an expert at winning others to her side and knew how to use her resources. Most of these skills were taught to her by Sebastian and Natalia but her achievements were her own merit. Among the eligible ladies in high society, she was at the very top. She had official recognition from the King and Queen and was properly known a

Jessica’s room was being handled with care as I moved to throw open all the windows. It still reeked like sex inside here and I couldn’t help but suppress the urge to punch that prissy fuck in the face for what he did to my Princess. He fucked around with her stepsister behind her back for crying out loud all because Jessica was still waiting to be married to give herself away. Fuck, she was a still a virgin and all I could think of was how she needed a real man like me to show her what it means to be a true woman.

his vizier added with reverent awe. Seated just to the king’s right, Aretha Santon, crowned as Princess Amarantha the Younger, barely suppressed her glee. Draped in pale pink and adorned with borrowed royal jewels, she tilted her head innocently. “I always knew Duke Cedric was pragmatic. Even after his little snub at the gala, this is a nice apology.”

“What are you all doing here?” But when I looked at the girls again, their eyes were fixated on me. I caressed my arm, feeling abashed by how they stared at me with judgments. “Elizabeth,” the prince called me. “These are the princesses. Princess Jeany, Princess Fatima, and Princess Zendrel.” “Oh!” I exclaimed and bowed down for respect. “Good evening, Your Highnesses.” “Who is this girl?” Princess Fatima asked so I looked at her. “Is she your girlfriend, Ronald?”

I gulped. "What House is she with?" Selena inquired. "She doesn't have one. See, she was a princess of the Royal House. Then her mother, Queen Penthesilea, fought Ajax and Achilles. Despite her battle prowess, Ajax mocked her then Achilles knocked her to the ground. The Queen begged for her life, yet Achilles showed no mercy.

Prince Valor was now King Valor. Aynyra attended his coronation, standing beside him as he received his crown and sceptre. He had no Queen, but he had Aynyra. Aynyra stepped forwards and was blessed, receiving the band of the spiritual leader. A ceremonial sash was tied around her wrists, binding her forever to her spiritual responsibilities to the Kingdom. The sash was cut in the middle, leaving a strand hanging from each wrist. She sat on her throne beside her brother as the Priest chanted in Lystaria, followed by the court standing and applauding.

Daciana loathed royal balls and didn't fail to hide her resentment, she spoke about it all day and her mother had just enough of her banter sending her to her room as punishment but that was all Daciana wanted to be home alone and read the books she sneaked from the library, Apparently princesses weren't permitted to read books that involved science or sports only etiquette or tea parties so Daciana had to hide them in her gown and hid them in her secret compartment she built in her room. The royal ball was an important night it was one shot to get Prince Eric charms working with the princess of Loria but that very night of joy turned into a nightmare of agony. Princess Daciana, the black sh

"And..." "...his women." Valeria's eyebrows drew together. "You think Luca will want Isabella simply because she belonged to Lorenzo?" Don Rossi nodded confidently. "It happens all the time." "Power intoxicates people." "Especially new kings." "They become greedy." "They convince themselves that everything the former ruler possessed now belongs to them." He smiled again. "If Luca truly sees himself as the new Mafia King..." "...then sooner or later..." "...he'll want Lorenzo's greatest prize." "Isabella."

I slipped my arms around his neck, grateful that someone seemed to be acting like I was injured. “You must be Princess Hedy,” he said. “The family resemblance is very strong.” “I’m not a princess.” “Well, since Princess Hedwig is no longer with us, the title should pass to you, but if it makes you uncomfortable, I understand. You have lived in the werewolf world for quite a long time. Do you remember much about her?” “No,” I said as he began to walk after the caravan. “That’s a shame. She was a lovely woman, a keeper of an artifact at that.”

The Mariano Ancestral House is but a world well-hidden. The gates are nothing when the people themselves restrain their brothers from seeing it. Essi could only wish for Paco to see it again. His pictures all around here. He looks like a fine prince carried as a small lad in silk blanket over the arms of the king. Enrico Mariano is never forgotten in this place. Minerva is the princess. Her portrait reveals authority that radiates whatever is her manner of clothing. Whether she would wear a royal jewel gown or a law-enforcing neon vest over a dark cotton shirt and cold pants, she still looks the same. Their ancestry is well-illustrated inside the grand palace of the ancestral-tourism land. S