Brown Princess Novels & Stories

she asked suddenly, peering up at me with those big brown eyes. I smiled, settling beside her. “Hmm… I like green.” She wrinkled her nose. “Like broccoli?” I laughed. “Not exactly. More like… the color of the trees outside. Fresh and bright.” Amelia hummed in thought, then grabbed a green crayon and started coloring the dress of the princess on her page. “I think I like pink. And purple. And yellow.” “So, all the colors?” She giggled. “Not brown. Brown is boring.”

A harsh laugh, devoid of humor, echoed in the confined space. “Where you belong, princess. For now.” A hand, large and calloused, brushed against her cheek, a touch that made her skin crawl. She flinched away, a desperate, futile movement. “Don’t touch me.” Her voice, though still weak, held a surprising edge of defiance. “Feisty, ain’t she?” the gruff voice mused. “James sure picked a spirited one.”

Pink kept asking as the Prince took her away to the car. T B C

I asked. "What?" She asked eagerly. "We have loads of gist for you" I said. "Really?" She asked. "Yes Fleur come over here and gist us first...how was your prince charming's house..did you get to see him today?" I asked and she beamed. She took a seat with us on the bed while Dianne sat on the stool across us . "Guys you need to see Braun's mansion...it was just like paradise,the bodyguards are so mean and huge.the maid are all beautiful.

Princess Charlotte Brownfur and her armies of black mages who just arrived at the front gate of the temple seemed to have a huge argument with the guarding priests “Halt right there!” Brother Paris yelled, forbid the omega princess and her armies to step closer, “You are from the Paltiti Kingdom, aren’t you?” Charlotte Brownfur looked at the priest in disgust, ‘How dare this commoner treated me like this! He probably doesn't know who I really am…’ “You are correct…” she scoffed, “My name is Princess Charlotte Brownfur, I have an important errand to take care of in your temple.” “You are the dark lord’s daughter?” Brother Paris confirmed, he seemed to be in shock, “How dare you come to our te

Drrt! Paula immediately reached into her pocket deeply, when she felt her cell phone vibrate. 'Handsome Bryan' Paula reflexively sneered when she saw a name on her cellphone screen. The girl was very sure that Bryan himself had changed the name of the contact on his cellphone with his narcissistic nature. Handsome Bryan: Take care, Princess!

Valor crossed his arms, frowning, while Aerys looked on in shock. "Ambrose," Rhae pushed out through closed teeth and a half smile. "Do you have any news? Perhaps, about the test?" Ambrose picked up a bright purple from the table, about the size of his palm, and took a bite. He grinned at her for a moment while chewing, before swallowing and delivering the good news, "The Queen will let you take the test. But there are updated conditions, due to your actions."

The maids chorused as they lined up into a single file and slightly bowed their heads. Alex shook his head in response before his eyes caught on his mum, Mrs Brown, a woman in her late forties. She looked young and attractive with her glittering soft skin. No sign of a slight wrinkle on her face. In short, she was an epitome of beauty and a well-respected public figure in the society. She was elegantly dressed in a well-tailored blue suit and a short Mini skirt, her pink high heels were making a tick-tock sound on the 3d floor that was designed as if an aquarium was underneath them.

Queen Claudia said. Everyone murmured among themselves as they heard this and looked at each other confused. "Come now, daughter." Said the Queen, a smile beaming on her face. Suddenly the door opened widely and Aubrey walked inside so shy and nervous as she took each step then she stood beside her mother. “Well everyone this is Princess Aubrey of the Petra Kingdom the heiress of the throne my long lost daughter.” Queen Claudia said smiling then took her seat and Aubrey sat beside her. Everyone was speechless then Gwen decided to break the stillness.

She had looked rather wan, though. "Ketil, wait for me." He turned to see Rebekah hurrying her steps as she struggled to catch up with him. He slowed his pace, in no particular hurry. This was more about giving Miriam some space than anything else. "Is the herb garden no longer safe?" he teased. The older woman nudged him. He knew her to be a widow who had never remarried. "I'd rather go to the woodland," she said. His dismay must have been obvious, as she continued, "Willow bark for the Princess Royal. Join me? I promise to behave."