Calamity Drunk Princess Novels & Stories

She had no one to guide her, fearing her parents might find out. Aliyah kept her abilities to herself out of fear that the kingdom would see her as evil and compare her to her witch aunt, who waged war a year after her parents’ reign. How do I know this? Because I am Luna, also known as Aliyah Collins, an 18-year-old first-year college student majoring in fashion design. I am the daughter of the Lycan King and Queen. So, yes, I’m a princess. But as I mentioned, I am not like them. I don’t have a beast, so I cannot shift into my lycan form.

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.

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!

Yanking on the maid's leg, the human tumbles down the stairs, banging her head on each step as she goes. Eliana does not relish inflicting pain, but as she looks at Selma, all she can see is her mother and a faceless woman who would have been her grandmother. Their lives were snuffed out too early. She was not given more time. The Princess descends the steps once more, until she meets the maid at the bottom. She is curled up in a ball, sobbing. Her temples are bleeding from her injuries. She stands over Selma for a moment, watching the woman suffer. There is a guilt tightening in her chest. She is a Princess, she should not be acting this way.

The sound of wine dripping up to the tip of his cup was his sign for the servant to stop, the prince then gulps it in one go, emptying it in seconds. Still naked on his chair, prince Alexander remained quiet as he brooded on the second time that he has failed, he could not understand where he went wrong as he tried to control himself in order to make sure that the maiden was not harmed, he knew she was still breathing before they slumbered but when he woke up the woman was no longer breathing, and like all his previous concubine it looked like they were completely dried up.

The lord of hell snapped, growling as he took a threatening step towards her; his stance seeming almost predatory. The princess repeated her long sigh, carefully reaching out to take the small glass of orange juice from Michael as her shoulders sagged in defeat; knowing that as usual they were giving her no choice. She sipped the juice slowly, the cold liquid soothing as it slid down her throat. Testing her stomach, she continued to drink the fresh orange, pleased when nothing happened. After a few moments, Elika placed the juice back onto the tray, hesitantly picking up the bowl of porridge. She gagged instantly, her stomach wrenching painfully as the bland porridge slid down her throat. Th