Calamity Drunk Princess นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

I feel like I'm one of those bullies who takes advantage of their assets and make other people feel like losers. I maybe a Princess-like born with such fortune in front of me, but I'm still a human. I am also full of flaws and imperfections like any other person out there. Maybe I am a modern princess, but not in fairytales. --------- Third person's POV Sylvia couldn't help but lose an owl laugh because of what she heard. Now she knows the reason why her daughter went to Olivia Wines ’son’s office. And the business matters that it said are just a favor related to the selection of the construction company that will work for the new project to be launched by the company.

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

I fumbled for the words. "I'm sorry, Sera... I know I failed you. I'll believe you. I promise. Please... just give me one more chance. I swear I'll love you properly this time." She settled back into her beach chair and picked up her juice. Her smile was as radiant as ever, but her eyes were cold. "Tell me," she said, her voice soft. "If this cup were to break, could you ever make it whole again?" She took a slow sip. "I'm happy now. You should go."

Prince Raul was taking a walk in the palace when a maid carrying a tray of drinks bump into him and the drinks poured on him He boiled in anger and was ready to kill the maid Am so sorry my prince she said and fell on her knees,fear took over her,she tried her best to calm down but her eyes failed her as a tear rolled down from her eyes,she had been living with vampires dealing with a demon is out of it,now the bad luck following made her pour drinks on a demon,what will he do to her now

what stinky rat this girl really wait I saved them in fridge right I think so she opened the fridge and found them then she drank them by thinking them as juice I want to face palm myself for keeping them in fridge princess : hey you rishi you hiccup you weird fellow hiccup come here (she wants fight right let me tease her for sometime she is so cute in this drunken state) me : what do you want you are calling your master by name princess : shutup iam not your hiccup servant me : then what you are princess : I hate you sobbb I hate you hiccup because you hurted me hiccup me : who hurted whom did you forgotten princess : yeah hiccup you forgotten my love and made me your slave or servant some

My clothes were a mess, but the urgency overwhelmed me. "Where's the princess?" I asked Cedric, who seemed surprised by my question. "She's been spending most of her time in the library," he said. "But would you like to bathe first, Your Grace?" I ignored him and went straight to the library. When I opened the door, I was greeted by a magnificent sight - Princess Camellia engrossed in a large book, her eyes shining with curiosity. Her eyes sparkled as she traced the lines on the pages. Her slender figure was accentuated by a delicate dress, and her flushed face and red hair shone in the sunlight coming through the window, they were a delight to my eyes. I held my breath for a moment, afraid

"I was on an island, completely alone. It was essentially just a patch of sand, surrounded by miles and miles of ocean. A beautiful angel descended from the clouds, heading my way. With her, a staircase appeared, pure white and leading into the clouds. However, when she reached out her long, pale white hand, I couldn't take it. I reached out as hard as I could, but just before I could even reach within a foot of those stairs and the woman, they would apparently move further away. Just below me, however, was a different story. The sand was rumbling and getting as hot as embers. The fire danced immediately beneath my feet. I screamed in pain, running around the island to escape the burn. Final

Damon ordered. “No, don't touch me. All of you!” Princess Sheila barked when her guards came to take her inside. “I'll take her,” I offered. How could she get so drunk so fast… I helped her inside. And I almost regretted it. My ears bled. She talked so much and her emotions switched up so fast. She was such a terrible drunk. “He's so blind! So damn blind…handsome face but blockhead…” she whined, gulping more and more wine.