Brown Princess Novels & Stories

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.

He waited for it to settle. “But tonight, there’s a new chapter,” Feliks said. “Would you like to hear it?” Vasiliya was instantly alert. “A new chapter?” “After many years, the Bay Prince—now grown—discovered something impossible.” He let it breathe. “Princess Braids-with-Ribbons was still alive.” “Still alive?!” “Still alive. But when the prince found her, she looked completely different. Her hair was no longer deep black—now it was auburn. Like October leaves. Wavy. And her eyes were no longer the warm brown he’d known.”

] The Princess looked across at Trina, ‘Sag mir, Louisa, ist eine von ihnen, teuflisch gutaussehend, mit rotbraunem Haar und sieht viel zu schön für einen Mann aus?’ [Tell me Louisa, is one of them devilishly handsome, with russet hair and looks far to beautiful for a man?] The maid blushed and nodded, ‘Er ist so sehr gutaussehend.’ [He is so very handsome.] She said her eyes shining,

Deacon said through gritted teeth before dragging the woman who looked just like me out of the room. I huffed and sat on the bed looking around the room in daylight. The dark purple was a beautiful color and made the room look very royal. I saw a set of clothes laid out on a dresser I hadn't noticed last night. I approached and saw it was a sundress that was yellow with delicate pink flowers lining the hems. I suddenly realized I had slept in my clothes and headed into the adjoining bathroom to shower.

_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.

Parrish paused and took a sip from his glass. "Now, here's where it gets interesting. Henry Brook has a sister named Veronica who has been missing for almost a year and we have Veronica who appeared from nowhere and became a Princess overnight in the Nightshade Pack." I raised an eyebrow, astonished. "No way! I never would have guessed."

"But this isn't what it looks like, honey. I'll buy you another bar of chocolate---" "No, I want this one!" She puffed air into her rosy cheeks so it looked like two furious, red balloons. "But I'll buy you a big one, a big chocolate. This is so small," I reasoned out and she still looked unconvinced. I took her silence as an opportunity to distract her from wanting that thing. "Anyway, where did you find this?" "From Bownie's pocket," she replied nonchalantly and my eye twitched in sudden rage.

Her week old box braids were done up in a bun that sat atop her head like some sort of crown. "Pru?" Prudence turned and Lumen knew her instantly. Prudence's brown eyes went wide. "Oh my..."

But she didn’t. She remained calm and partially shocked as we all stood there. I had urged her to get her arm treated, wondering who she was, since at the time I had thought that Rosanna’s sister would be blonde, just like her. But she shocked us all when she manifested a brilliant ball of deep amethyst flames within her palm. Its core was a deep blue with various shades of purple dancing between her fingers. She then placed that small flame over her small cuts and sighed, pulling back to show that those very tendrils of fire had healed her, leaving behind nothing but thin pink lines.

"I saw the announcement on the television. How are you holding up?" At that moment, the announcement came again. I found myself looking and listening. Sebastian was dressed in a suit of white with medals of excellence pinned to it. The princess was wearing a beautiful red dress that covered her feet. She and Sebastian held hands and smiled at the camera, their eyes met but Sebastian's were pain filled, and I knew that the wedding was, indeed, in two weeks time.