Clockwork Princess Novels & Stories

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.

deliciously explicit. — Yes, Miss Jauregui, it's been a long time, I've been bored for hours. - Her voice with harsh and challenging hints. Lauren noticed the princess's left hand move from the fabric to stroke her long brown hair over her shoulder. She seemed to deliberately stroke slowly and teasingly every inch of action she had in her to show off to Lauren.

Nevertheless, half of the clock seemed to be missing. The clock made Lucas puzzled. 'The mighty treasure that landed… could that possibly be it… 'One of the Ten Legendary Weapons, the Eastern Royalty Clock?' Even though only half of it was there, it still had an aura that made others hold in their breaths. The Rank 9 Mad Ox Dark Race, Rank 9 Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsman, and Rank 9 King Kong were thinking of moving the clock that only had half of it left. However, even after giving it everything they had, they were still unable to get the clock to budge an inch.

(Liniluna POV — A Different Kind of Threshold) Her mother entered quietly, carrying more intention than sound. Liniluna was fastening the final clasp at her wrist when Selvara stopped just inside the room and regarded her with thoughtful stillness. “You are not yet dressed.” “I intended to choose something adequate.” Selvara crossed to the wardrobe. “This is not an evening for adequacy.” From within, she drew a gown Liniluna had worn only once .....deep forest green, structured cleanly through the waist before falling in deliberate lines. The fabric caught light without shine, its elegance resting in simplicity rather than display.

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."

a third, excited maid with straight black hair and a pretty delicate face asked while scrubbing Luna's arm. "We are already behind schedule, so her regular hairstyle will have to do. Now, shush and concentrate on bathing the princess. The Royal Designer will be here soon with the princess's dress," lightly scolded the maid who was working on Luna's hair. "Lily, the jewelry for the princess has arrived, and the Royal Designer is about to throw a tantrum and is demanding the princess's presence." Delivering this message was a fourth maid who stuck her head into the room. Once her body was clean and smelling like coconut and vanilla, Luna found herself in a white fluffy robe and was presented b

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

I heard her breath hitch for a moment, the small sound having me on the verge of coming. I knew she was gone by the time I called out for her to take my cock like a good girl, but I came none the less, over and over again thinking about how she watched me and stayed long enough to see how she made me f*e. Now, she knew I wanted her, but I would not pursue her. When she was ready and came to me on her own, then I would take her. A knock on my door stirs me from my thoughts, and I smile. It was a gentle tap, one only my Princess used.

his order thundered in Rhae’s ears. The Princess? Rhae’s head became full of questions. Though she hadn’t known the woman for long, she had grown attached, even though she was a princess. Rhae flicked the knife from her palm upwards towards her attacker. The blade dug into the man’s shoulder, making him loosen his grip with a grunt. Rhae slid out of his hold and stood up, dipping away from reaching hands. She jumped, spreading her legs, kicking down both the men around the Princess. The men staggered, grabbing their necks in pain. Rhae grabbed the Princess’ sword off the floor and tucked the handle into her palm. Rhae grabbed her shoulder and sprinted out of the alley dragging the Princess b

She falls to her knees, as she asks. “Why?” Witnessing a terror and might be, no, but the future that the crowns hold. Her eyes reflected the clear capsule-like imprisonment that divided the two in the middle. With their hands touching each other, yet is held by the glass in between. The princess cries, the prince promise, shattering everything in an instant. Just then everything turns purple and dark, as the familiar being came out from the shadows. Where into her clock-inspired pattern, painted and tainted purple ball gown hits the none existing floor. A ripple-like effect is a cast, with her dark long hair that is gently being played by the wind with its utmost perfection, pattern, and co