Calamity Drunk Princess Novels & Stories

My prince, I'm so happy to know that you did not actually care about that b*tch Brenda, to be honest she is quite a pain even though she pretends to be innocent. And that was how any guilt I felt about doing this quickly flushed down the drain. So he was talking. I mistakenly poured my drink from her pretending to be getting up and tripping. He screamed so loudly that I thought that my eardrums were going to explode at that very moment before I could even say anything she began to rub it. ” My prince, how could you? I just bought this dress!" Before I could see anything else she rushed into the ladies room, this gave me enough time to slip the drugs into her drink before she could come back.

I knew all of this happened because of Danialla and I knew that the princess would be sad about what had happened, I don't know what to say or do. I knew that there was nothing I could do about this. I was sad about this. I don't know what she would do next but since he impregnated Danialla there is nothing more to say. I knew I could do nothing about this. I knew that Danialla let this happen because she was desperate to be with Carlos. I wonder why she didn't want to be with her mate. I knew that no matter what she would reject her mate for Carlos, and I knew she would do anything to be with Carlos. I don't understand why Danialla was doing this, I don't know why she would want to make ano

Calvin shouted through the door. Eva froze as she came to the conclusion that only a simple thin wooden door separated her from pure humiliation. Eva tried to speak but it was as if the prince was too far gone. “Sam… Sam wait,” Eva mumbled between kisses. “Calvin is outside.” She tried to speak. Samael growled at the thought of Eva trying to stop his pleasure. “He’s gone,” Samael growled out as he continued to enjoy her strawberry taste. Eva tried to stop but the prince wouldn’t. She was left with no other choice other than to bite the Prince.

the warrior's deep voice echoed through the silent hall. A wave of murmurs instantly swept through the crowd. "How humiliating..." "The human princess is being bound to a piece of steel." Mother looked like she was about to faint, and Lisa covered her face. The dragons were openly laughing now. It was a blatant insult meant to show everyone exactly how worthless I, a human bride was to the Dark Prince. I swallowed the burning lump of humiliation in my throat, then kept my spine straight, staring directly at the old seer. "Proceed," I said, the calmness in my voice surprised even me.

"And then bring me a drink. Scotch. Two fingers." I stared at his back. He didn't see a human being. He didn't see the girl he'd kidnapped and tortured. He saw a servant. A tool. Something that existed to meet his needs. And as I knelt back down into the gray dust, my body trembling from exhaustion and hunger, I realized something that broke the last piece of me still holding on. The Princess was dead. She had died in the cathedral. This gray, silent thing scrubbing floors and cleaning ash was all that was left.

It was just me, Lycan King, alone before a table heavy with food and bottles of wine that refused to numb the ache inside me. Glass after glass, I swallowed the burn, welcoming it. I was never one to drink much; even as a ruler, I needed to stay sharp, always alert. Since ascending the throne, I had never once allowed myself to lose control like this. But tonight… I didn't care. Tonight, I wanted to forget. The more I drank, the more her face returned to me, Majori as she once was. Her laughter. Her warmth. The way her eyes used to light up when she looked at me. Each memory carved deeper into my chest until I couldn't breathe.

He gripped her jaw angrily, their eyes once again staring into each other, “is that clear!” She nodded in his grip, her eyes cast down again. Alejandro approached her, closing the distance between them and leaning to her ear, “you’re nothing again, princess. Your tyrant father left you to bear his sins. You’re the daughter of a mad man, a cruel person that should rot in hell. You would be no one again when I’m done with you. If you think the other Lords broke you, then you’ve not met me. I would make you wish for death, and I would make you cry. You’re nothing…”

Like I haven't even had my debutante' Cause in the original novel, Princess Lalaine was announced as the crown princess after debutante' and not when she turned 5! You know this body is still a baby. Anyway, after spending time at class together, we all got close I've also become comfortable around Calix. We'll often talk about the history of the empire and play together. But I am still wary of him. 'it's still possible for him kill me soon so..'

I order, and I turn away from a still shocked Ben. I make it about ten feet before the tears become too thick. Luis picks me up bridal style, and the crowd splits for us to pass. I can hear Chelsea screaming at Ben about how I was planning to accept him tonight, but it doesnt matter. His true colors were revealed. He can't handle stress. Yes, this week has been hell but our relationship wouldn't have always been perfect....he couldn't handle a rough week. He got drunk and went and found a past fling. He isn't a man ready to be mated. "I'm so sorry, Princess," Luis whispers, and I sob.

we merge another kiss. A more passionate kiss sparkling our matebond. "Have this love" I hand her the blooming rosefllower. "Perfect scent…" she sniff. "I love it". "And I love you". Chris POV. "Come in" his arrogant voice orders after numerous knocks. "Isn't your return pretty fast?" He spares me no glance. "All vital information already gathered" my head remains bent. "Go on,spill them" he gulp an unknown alcoholic drink. Arrogant, disrespectful,a drunk,a smoke,a bully and power abuser. Prince Drake obviously ain't kingship material.