Novel & Cerita Claude Who Made Me A Princess

John’s jaw clenched, eyes darting between the cold paper in my hands and Matilda’s camera. "I don’t have a pen," he muttered, shaking his head. "I do!" Matilda interjected, rifling through her bag for a pen. Was she really just a girl's girl? I wondered as I took the pen from her and handed it to John. "Now sign it," I said, feeling a surge of confidence. John took the pen and papers, placing them on the bedside table. "Are you sure about this, Sophia?" he asked, his voice dripping with disdain as he scrawled his signature. "Don’t forget, you’re a poor orphan who has nothing. You need me. Everything you have, I gave to you."

Three days ago, I learned a secret. The mate I found in human society, Claude, was actually the mysterious werewolf who became Ultima of the Alliance in just one month. On my birthday, he would announce my identity. He said this was one of my birthday gifts. At this moment, he was backstage reviewing his speech, while I lay lazily across his legs, feeling bored. Seeing my boredom, he let out a soft sigh. “Baby, why don’t you go have some fun at the banquet first?

"I say as I stare my appearance in the mirror , I hate to admit but the make-up artist really did a great job. "You're basically a princess now, right?"Rose say I turned to find her leaning against the doorway, arms crossed over her chest, smiling broadly and proudly at me , God bless her soul she's been there every step of the way with me , I remember not just a few months ago Clarice fell ill and I nearly lost my mind but she brought me back . Max and her and of course Patrick least I forget are my pillar. "He isn't royalty, Rose remember? His family was royalty once and he has a friend who's also royalty. King Alexanda weatherson, but Max was never in line for any throne."

One of Adrianna’s female friends suddenly asked. “What third or fourth princess? Isn’t she just a singer? Are you talking about being some KTV princess? But she’s such a shameless hussy. Being a princess is natural. I can only say her attitude is rotten.” The more Claire spoke, the nastier the things she said became. “Shh—”

Austin stood up and placed his hands on my hips looking down at me with a smile of triumph on his face. "How are you feeling princess", "Hmmmmm", like seriously that was all I could say, as I was leaning on Caleb for support. "I know your tired but we both need to mark you", "Why" "I'm not sure, all your uncle said was to mark you together", "OK"

I needed just this. "You're enjoying yourself, aren't you?" Princess Naomi's voice preceded her as my eyes caught her standing, hands on her hips, with her eyes locked to me. "Why are you here?" I asked from the pool. "What does he see in you that he cannot see in me? There's nothing unique or amazing about you. You're just a leech who wobbled here to suck his life away, but I'm not about to just sit around and let that happen!"

said Amairas . " In the honour of what she is we will name her Cynthia , as she belongs to the moon ." said the man and the scene shattered in pieces . Cynthia was standing in the same hall with the crown . " So i suppose now you know ." said the crown . " I ....I ..I am the moon princess . " said Cynthia nervously . " Yes my majesty ." said the crown softly ." I hope you'll seen figure out a why to be at your kingdom , the kingdom awaits you and so do i . " said the crown .

Claudia snapped. “Do something…like what exactly?” Patricia asked in return. Her eyes narrowed in clear annoyance, and she did not at all appreciate the tone that the maid had used to speak to her. Although Claudia had entertained the prince on multiple occasions, she was getting bored of how the maid had let all of that get to her head. She sighed when she thought that this was one sure sign that this woman would not last long in Prince Florian’s ecosystem of lovers. “Why would you suggest the prince to spend the night with someone else?” she asked with a look of disbelief on her face.

As she moves away, I suddenly notice the fancy butler’s cart with even more royal-looking packages carefully spaced out. Claire approaches and inspects the bounty. Then, over her shoulder, she informs me, “We’re going to do a more elevated degree of scrapbooking. The photo journals crafted for you, the king and Princess Peanut—” I love that Claire calls her this— “are one-of-a-kind, designed specifically with your individual tastes and styles in mind.” My brow jumps. “Exactly how would they known Princess Peanut’s style?” “Please.” Claire smirks, a facial expression she’s mastered of late. “That child oozes charisma and is infused with so much energy and vibrancy, she puts fireflies to shame

I looked at the side that had the mask and nothing, there was not a single scar that showed she could have worn a mask. Does that mean they were lying, and she was pretending to have a scar all along? At this point I don't know what to believe anymore. I felt my heart twing with so much distrust as I looked at her. “I am the princess of DarkEast Moon pack Elodie Martin.” She bowed a little and not only I but everyone in the room seemed to be erupted by her soft speaking and the calm way she carried herself. I blinked twice and again, there was no way this was the same girl that I had seen, that one had a mask and…