Calamity Drunk Princess Novels & Stories

Her face drained as it dawned on her that I was here for a reason and she had no weight over me because, as she said, family means everything to a kingdom, and there was no way on earth that Sebastian would neglect his child to please her or anyone else. "Yeah, well, we'll just see about that," she said with a sour look and left the bathroom. I shook my head at her pathetic attempt to intimidate me. Nice try Princess. _______ It was three days later when I found Sebastian on his balcony, reeking of an apple flavored Vodka.

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.”

out and locate where the princes was, he mandated them to never return, if her daughter was not found, they searched everywhere and could not found the princes, none of them thought about the small abode where the drunk lives, they were sure the princess won't go so low, to enter the abode of the drunk, the men kept searching and founded nothing, not even a clue, they decided to ask some country men questions, and one told them that the queen was had been seen asking questions about the strange man that had been seen roaming the province, some said they had seen her around the drunk house, the men went to look for her once more and this time they founded her and all her guards sitting by th

“You may be struggling now, but remember once that parasite is gone you will be back to what you are as you always been. As you do not have to worry no more or struggle like this, for, by this time, your so-called princess has already died.” Screaming with his anger as the pool of wrath within him overflowing, yet he cannot use it nor can do anything to stop the inevitable thing of his paid and laid destiny. He can only crumple his hand into a fist as he can only struggle to break free, yet is a hopeless pup that is tied and restrained with his very own family. “7th princess of the kingdom of Ameli, princess Rain. Please to make your acquaintance, prince Clayden.”

She was interested in revenge. She slowly moved down the stairs, still lost in thought. The crowd cleared the middle of the ballroom, and the band began to play their instruments. She grabbed the mans slimy hands and held back her expression. She felt like she was holding a slug, which made her want to throw up all over him. But, as a princess, she had to play her part, which is precisely what she did as she danced with him until the end of the song. The man finished the dance by kissing her hand softly before stepping away and smiling at the King.

She asked, her voice laced with seduction. Fuck! I cussed inwardly. “Princess…. You need to get some water to get you sober a bit.” I whispered into her ear, hoping she would understand. “No, what I want is a good fuck. I feel hot.” Her words caused my cock to twitch, and I swallowed a groan. This is not happening?! I can't suffer for her today, not today. “You're drunk, Princess. When you're sober, we would have a good fuck. How about that?” I asked, hoping that will get her to release me for a while, but she held onto me like an octopus.

This is bad. *** "My lady... I have something to report. It's regarding that woman, Diane." "Oh! Is it done? Perfect!" "That's not all... Your husband..." "What?" "He's badly injured." "WHAT?!" Lilith widened her eyes as she dropped the golden goblet and grabbed the messenger's shirt. She gritted her teeth menacingly as her face flushed red in anger. "Why is he injured?! Can't you do anything right?! Leave! I'll deal with this!"

The Prince held her in place with his hands and I imagined the King holding my waist. I imagined me in her place again and I moaned a little bit deeper, biting my lips. Too thirsty and almost salivating I poured myself a drink. One cup turned to two and two to four. I was drunk. Prince Alden started moving really quickly beneath her and even though the music was loud her moan was all I could hear. "Oh Sam. Oh Sam." She moaned louder till her body shook and she fell on the Prince's arm. He didn't stop, he just kept going till his eyes rolled back and all the heat released from his body.

Elly's breath caught as Levara looked directly into her eyes and she finally said the words that had been waiting inside her soul. "I WAS MURDERED." The darkness around them suddenly seemed to shake and Elly could do nothing but stare at her Princess. "So...please live my life, I am not asking you to correct the mess I digged, just...take the right decisons, that will be enough." Elly could not believe, the Princess she had mourned, the Princess she had cursed God to return and the Princess whose life she had now inherited was MURDERED? But who? Who killed Princess levara? And why?

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.