Brown Princess Novels & Stories

’ Rojean looked around for a moment, not really certain how she would respond to that. Krister pulled out a picture and showed it to her, waiting for her reaction. “The resemblance is uncanny, isn’t it?” Rojean took a minute to respond, seeing herself in the picture with a familiar outfit, though noticing the background. “Where do you get that picture? Is it me? Wait, I’ve never been to this place before.” “This is Sei.” Krister said, his eyebrows meeting in the middle. “She is… well was the owner of the company.”

Big-Tee cleaned his bull-sized mouth, “--There was never a boy, Sir Humphrey. Who you brought in tonight is the crown princess.” Big-Tee made clear of Bryan's demur. T-the princess?! But—Bryan head cocked to one side contemplating then his eyes widened of every scenarios he had with the boy earlier. Immediately went on his knees. It all became clear just as cold sweat enveloped him pleading with his hands and forehead entirely touching the ground. “--I’m… I’m very sorry!! I never knew he--she is the princess—"

“If you ask me she didn’t try hard enough. I am disfigured for the rest of my life now.” “But, Princess,” Marcus coos trying to reach for her hands once again, but Vanessa pulls away. “You are alive. You should be grateful.” “Grateful… GRATEFUL!” She screams loudly causing an echo in the prison. “Look at me! That rogue whore has taken everything from me. My position in the pack, Erebus, and now my looks. What is there left to be grateful for?” Marcus steps back from his daughter’s cell and shakes his head in disbelief. “Your mother would be so disappointed in you right now.” I can tell that it hurts him to speak those words. “You were never promised a position in the pack, and you we

The moon suddenly turned purple, Sharmaine called for the purple-haired girl to appear, a power that Sharmaine had hidden and didn't want to use. Nanami Vincent surprise. Sharmaine flew high, purple moonlight covered Sharmaine like that time. Her whole body became a purple light. Sharmaine's hair turned purple, and her eyes also turned purple. This is what Neva looks like. "Neva?" The purple haired girl walked over to Sharmaine, she smiled, and extended her finger, Sharmaine also extended her hand. Two fingers touched, Sharmaine appeared, Neva appeared. "What? You want to fight Neva right?" Sharmaine wiped the blood from her lips, her eyes purple like gems.

In the few seconds the King and Prince rearranged themselves, I studied them. When we were young, Sadeon and I had friends, as much as a Prince and Princess from neighboring kingdoms could be friends. I would play in the palace garden and during Arsenal’s visits, Sadeon would join me. I liked the flowers and he liked the hiding places. I’d even had a crush on him back then, but it had been innocent. Now, I didn’t even recognize the man sitting across from me. His dirty blonde hair was slicked back with a single strand dangling in his face. His broad shoulders straightened with a practiced posture. His piercing green eyes darted between my father and Thaddeus as they continued their conversat

"We did not mean to. She fought us when we took her and the bruising is a result." There is a twitch in the Prince's lips, his nose crinkling for a moment. He looks back down at Eliana, his eyes running over her arms and legs. For some odd reason she becomes self-conscious of her dirty and battered appearance. She tugs on her pant legs to cover some of the scabs beginning to form on her calves. How embarrassing it is to be so disheveled and dirty in front of the third Prince of Climont. She is the only Princess of Drein, she should not show any vulnerability. "Could you not find a more bearable restraint?"

“You don’t need it.” “Yes, I do. And I'm not sure what you’re talking about. I’ve never seen this bag before. Maybe because you're a man you think all bags look the same.” Aurora studied the designs on the bag. It was a light green bag with darker green flowers and leaves with gold detailing. It was simply gorgeous and she had to have it. “Fine. Maybe I have not, but you don’t need it.” Aurora snatched the bag back. “Yes, I do.”

He turned to his wife and grinned, "Don't worry, I'll be joining you soon" "We have to go now, Natasha," Park Hoon reminded. He sighed when she remained stuck to her spot, desperately clutching his husband's hand. Hoon took a hold of her wrist and dragged her with him. Their hands separated, but their eyes held. Hwi gave her wife a small smile while she reluctantly climbed into the passenger seat.

Lisa asked as Conri put down a steaming cup of coffee in front of her. “We are going to attack in a few hours. I need to you stay here with Jones. I need you to protect her.” “Ok and is Tala ready? Physically and emotionally?” She took a sip of coffee and warmed her hands around her cup. “I hope so. She has been through so much the last couple of days.” Conri closed his eyes and shook his head. “I am sure she will be ok. I have not met her yet, but she is The Moon Princess, and that is enough said.” Lisa reached over the counter and squeezed her brother’s hand.

Sansa looks at her one more time and then continues to sip her tea, unbothered, letting Astrid to just stand there, in silence. Astrid takes this opportunity to look at the oldest princess. She is gorgeous but in such a different way from Tamara and Loras. If she wouldn't know, she would have no idea they are siblings. While their hair is blonde and slightly curly, hers is a dark shade of brown. Their faces have sharp, defined features and deep amber-colored eyes, her face is more full, rounder and her eyes are blue. Anyway, one thing ties them as royal-born. Their presence is intimidating, their heads are held high and their backs straight. They don't bow.