Black Haired Princess Novels & Stories

I squirmed to lie on my back on the bare tiles,my eyes didn't seize to just do badly. “Oh my…. chosen mate!!. You look so……you don't look good!!”. Princess Elena barged in with her servants from the night blaze pack..she wore a black skirt that was hanging on her tie,a singlet and flat slippers to match. Her hair was packed in a ponytail,with so many beads on it which clearly relates to the message of her being the princess from the night blaze pack.. “Don't touch me!!”. I warned,when I saw how she advanced towards me with hurried steps.

He has light chocolate skin and bright green eyes, dressed in a toga-like robe, "I am Markus." He raises a hand to touch the royal woman beside him. "This is Gizelda, and next to her are Cyrus, Odysseus and Ferrars." Gizelda has olive skin and black hair, while Cyrus is unusually tall with pale skin and silver hair. Ulysses is slightly tanned with a long black ponytail, which contrasts with Ferrars' light hair and skin. "Hello," I reply, not sure what to do. The small guard nudges me, and as I turn to look at him, he gestures with his hands. I mirror the gesture, which I realize is the one Markus made to me as I entered.

KATHY❤💯🌈: Hey Good afternoon/night Sweetheart 💕 Damn she calls me princess now 😱 if i'm your princess then you're my queen 👑.. I missed you sooo much today.. Can't wait for you to be back tomorrow. There are some messages on WhatsApp waiting to be read by you ❤️.. I missed you today and I hope you be okay.. ❤❤.. I love you...❤

We need this Gala to be a success or we loose all we have built step by step. "So how long do we have?" A student asks Sam. " Three weeks and two days." A voice says from behind the crowd. The crowd drop to their knees. Katie suddenly felt like she had walked into a musical and didn't know the moves. Looking around and going down slowly, Katie followed. There was no mistaking The Royal Couple. They didn't wear robes or crowns but didn't need to. The Queen had the same thick, silky blonde hair as Sam. Her hair however was expertly styled to look like it had taken five minutes. (Yeah sure

“There are four of us that the Queen picked for this mysterious princess. You, me, Max and fucking douche-bag Lunerly. Twenty-five percent chance that one of us gets her.” “Yeah,” Thorne mumbled. “Great.” “Your chance at happiness shouldn’t be twenty-five percent,” Kairos continued. “Probably less than that. What if this Princess is a mega bitch?” Thorne chuckled slightly at that. He nodded in agreement. “Yeah,” he said. He turned to look at Kairos. “You would’ve been okay if it was the wolfless girl?”

Like lavender. Her hair was held up in a high bun and a sullen expression dominated her features. I was amazed at how fast she was able to get dressed and come out of the room. I remember how my dad always used to shout at my mum to hurry up when we were going out. We'd have to wait for minutes before my mum finally came out. When she eventually did, all the anger my dad felt would be buried and he'd just keep staring at her. Now I understood what he was staring at. The Princess' face was bare. I don't think I have ever seen her with any makeup before and she didn't need it.

Guests had formed a half-circle around the main stage, leaving an open corridor for the nominees to walk through. Nina, bathed in the warm spotlight, stood tall and radiant. Every facet of her seemed to glow. Her gown, a shimmering cascade of silver and sapphire, accentuated the caramel color of her skin and the raven black of her hair, which cascaded in glossy waves down her back. As she smiled, accepting the crown, the room echoed with applause and admiration.

_FLASHBACK_ I was able to catch a glimpse of the new princess. She was a beautiful baby. Her light mocha complexion and black wavy hair with purple strands within it made her eyes, which were a deep purple with flecks of lavender in them pop. She was going to be stunning when she was grown, and she was going to be mine. “What a beautiful baby girl you have there.” I drawled. “What the fuck are you doing here Ulrich? I have no idea how you were able to sneak through security, but you need to leave now before I call the guards.” Prince Harhream growled.

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.

It was not like the blue iris and the blonde locks of the crown prince who inherited the traits from the reigning queen. The second prince had a hair as black as the starless night and eyes that were colored after the black obsidian. He also had a fair complexion which created a big contrast with the color of his assets. It was no wonder that he was a top notch when it comes to ladies, and clearly, Catarina was one of them. Just as she turned around to leave, the second prince raised his head and called after her. "Young Miss Sydnee."