Calamity Drunk Princess Novels & Stories

He knows it, I know it and everyone else knows it too. But here I am, placed under the leadership of Jayce Westwood himself. The one man who hates me more than anyone in this entire world. Great. Just great. ~ The Tribrid Princess and the Taste of Chaos will start serialising in early 2025. Follow me for more information! ~ Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all my beautiful Queens. May 2025 be even better ~ Love, Muse

--- My princess, I need energy, I don't know if you noticed but I'm a big and strong male, I need to eat a lot-- I say looking at her again, my gaze passes over her whole body, I know I must look like a pervert, but this woman drives me crazy She bites her lower lip, which makes my situation worse, my friend wants to be released Deep breath --- But it's just a little piece darling, I'd offer mine what you're doing, but he doesn't seem to care about it, I think he likes meat-- he says making a face, looks like someone didn't like the idea of her baby eating meat. She knows very well how to blackmail someone, she knows very well that I would rather give her all my bread and see her eat hers th

Her wings looked like they would belong to a dragonfly. “Tanz, this is our new Duke, Sir Scott MaComb, and his two children, Scott and Stacey.” Then Belle turns to our daughter, her eyes beaming, “This is Princess Elentari Amia Tirisil.” She holds a finger to her lips, “But this is a secret no one can know until we announce her to the Kingdom as a whole. You will be the only one allowed to attend to them while they are in their quarters. Until she is announced you may refer to her as Miss Silk MaComb.” Her instructions were absolute.

When she speaks again, her Texas drawl is so slurred I can barely understand her. 'Now, lookie here, Princess, see, I reckon, wetwocanjushelpeachotherout. You catch my drift?' I look back blankly at her, as all her words slur together into one drunken sentence. 'Fucccckkkk.' She groans as her legs buckle, and she slumps into a chair that's even more rickety than the table. Her head slumps to her chest as she mumbles. 'ShouldafuckingexplainedbeforeIdrankthefuckingvodka.'

A flash of red burst into his vision. Sophia leaned against the doorframe, a smirk on her red lips. "The great Marcelli heir certainly takes his time. You made a princess wait for half an hour." The afternoon sun streamed through the blinds, casting a golden halo around her. She was as brilliant as a flame, burning her way into his black-and-white world. In that moment, he appeared unfazed, but his heart had skipped a beat. After that, she found endless ways to cause trouble—a laxative in his whiskey, important contracts folded into paper airplanes, parading around in a scandalous nightgown during a family meeting. He met every challenge, playing the long game.

I lashed out, but she easily blocked my attacks, her expression calm and collected. "You're nothing but a broken little princess, Lucianne," Aurora said, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "Tell me, how did it feel when your mate slit your wrists himself?" That was the final straw. With a roar of fury, I charged at her, my daggers aimed straight for her heart. But my anger made me reckless. She sidestepped at the last moment, tripping me with her pole. I stumbled, losing my balance, and she was on me in an instant, her pole pressing down on my throat. I blinked in surprise, the rage falling away. My face flushed with humiliation as I lay there realising what had just happened. She had baited me

The only one who managed to drink the potion and stay alive was Dylan. The plan went according to his calculations. Fuschia fell into his trap and now lives in Jasmine Palace as his wife. Then slowly, slowly, he will show his father, The King, and the entire population of the Kingdom of Drachentia, that Fuschia is a wicked and cunning woman who is not worthy of the position of Crown Princess. That he alone is worthy of praise!

"Don't think like that, champ. Your princess will be alright in just no time." "No, it's my fault. If I had not given her the "princess drink", then she would not have fallen sick." Xander was about to console him again that it's not his fault but the words that left him mouth caught his attention. "Princess drink?" He questioned. Ace nodded. "Yes, princess drink." "What do you mean, champ? What princess drink?" Ace looked towards Scarlett before looking back at Xander as if he was deciding if he should tell him or not.

dhiren : what's this man liam : I'm also not understanding anything dhiren : princess won't lie she is true that she loved prince Lucas then who is that real prince she loved liam : if don have any girl in his life he might have told to us about it dhiren : so this damien is the one whom princess loved liam : may be dhiren : then how liam : what how everytime whatever don wished was taken by damien so this time don won and princess belongs to don they both loved eachother dhiren : if princess didn't misunderstood don and damien were same people she wont be heart broken and comes to the bar then she won't kiss our don in intoxicated state she kissed don thinking he is her prince if these all

The delicate gold crown was woven into a filigree band encrusted with diamonds. As he held the crown up to the ceiling above him, Daniel said the spell in the old language then placed it on Gretchen's bowed head. Holding it out to her, Gretchen took Daniel's hand and rose to her feet then faced the guests. As she blew out through her mouth, she looked to Teddy as a smile curled up on the side of his mouth and he winked at her. Daniel said, "I present to you Her Royal Highness, Princess Gretchen, Shield Maiden of the Darke and Defender of the Faith."