Booty Princess 66 Novels & Stories

The man pointed. "Yes," Zania followed his line of sight and noticed the fairy floss stall he was talking about. Just like how she had seen in the girl's hands, there were balls of fluffy cotton being prepared in front of her. Amazed by the new discovery, Zaina inched closer to see how it was being prepared. The stall owner noticed Zaina's keen eyes. "Do you want one, my Lady?" Zania nodded, her eyes not leaving the small spinning vessel using which the floss was being prepared. In a matter of seconds, her fairy floss was ready and Zaina took it happily. She reached out to pay only to see the knight handing over a coin to the owner.

Did I bump my head and wake up back in the sixties or something? The banging door had awoken Dohana, who was still dazzed as she sat up on the bed. 'Whats going on?' "Young man, how dare you do this to the princess of the Kingdom?" An older woman who looked elegant and alluring walked in. She wore long-sleeved red dress with white lace embellishments around the collar and elbows, as well as a thin golden belt and matching boots. "Queen Mother," said one of the men pointing at Jake, "this is the man who defiled the princess."

I feel like I'm one of those bullies who takes advantage of their assets and make other people feel like losers. I maybe a Princess-like born with such fortune in front of me, but I'm still a human. I am also full of flaws and imperfections like any other person out there. Maybe I am a modern princess, but not in fairytales. --------- Third person's POV Sylvia couldn't help but lose an owl laugh because of what she heard. Now she knows the reason why her daughter went to Olivia Wines ’son’s office. And the business matters that it said are just a favor related to the selection of the construction company that will work for the new project to be launched by the company.

But he was gone, no longer posted at the large desk covered in papers at the front doors. "That's no way for a Princess to speak," the librarian muttered. He had appeared next to her without a sound. Aynyra jumped in her seat before seeing an old book he held out to her from his old robe. His hand looked like a corpse, pale, blue and incredibly skinny. Aynyra slowly took the book before reading the title, 'A guide to Love Potions'. "How did you?" When she looked up again, he was gone. He had given her the perfect book—what a strange encounter.

"Hello Princess" *****************************************

As stress started to succumb my system and my whole way of thinking clearly. “What help do you need from me, Princess Cassandra,” she asked me the way I asked Reagan earlier in the car. I cleared my throat first before speaking, “I would like you to make Anthoine confess to you and had it film. It will be used as the greatest weapon of our business against Anthoine. I think if we get to secure it, we can win the case without even trying.” Princess Catalina nodded her head at me, “sure, I can do that. Anthoine is too passionate when it comes to following all of my likes. I know that he will be so submissive enough to confess to me.”

Atlas pressed it to his chest. Just at 5:00 pm, Atlas rushed down to Beatrice, the female among the kingmakers. "He was at my house today; what exactly was the outcome of the meeting?" Atlas asked, Beatrice who was just stepping down from her car. "The princess and her bodyguard, seen to have a strong bond, where the princess couldn't in any way speak about cutting ties with him, rather she stood her ground to spend the rest of her life with him." Beatrice could speak better.

Her eyes lit up a bit, giving away her curiosity. Chloe nodded quickly, almost breathless with exaggeration. "They're saying Stelle is the princess!" The words came out in a rush, like she couldn't believe she was actually saying them. Her eyes were wide, her expression half in shock, half in awe. "What?" The word shot out of my mouth before I could stop it. It came out sharp and loud, full of disbelief. "Where did that even come from?"

In a grand medieval castle, Princess Poppy lounged on her plush, velvet throne, her petite frame draped in an extravagant gown of shimmering silk. At just eighteen years of age, the princess was already renowned for her insatiable appetites – not just for the finest delicacies and vintage wines, but for the pleasures of the flesh as well.

I added. "Yes my princess, I'm yours" ****