Clown Princess Novels & Stories

I picked up a glass, inspecting it for cleanliness before setting it down when I confirmed it was free of smudges. At that moment, I felt two small hands clutching my legs, prompting a chuckle as I looked down. "You look very lovely, my little princess," I remarked, noticing Chloe in her pink gown, complete with a delicate tiara. "Up," she requested, raising her arms. I bent down to lift her onto my hip, planting a kiss on her cheek and playfully tickling her chin, eliciting a fit of giggles.

My Luna. But now, standing here, faced with the reality that Claire was not just an ordinary agent but the head of the very agency that had become my second family, a profound sense of duty washed over me. The shock gradually transformed into a fierce determination, a willpower to rescue her from Zack’s clutches, the cunning mastermind who sought to manipulate and control her for his own sinister purposes.

“It’s a petition. I’m starting a girls' hockey team. Some of us actually want to play Yasmine, even if the principal is a caveman.” “You need to stop this right now,” she hissed, her voice dropping into that tone she always used when she was trying to act like the responsible one. “We are supposed to be laying low! We changed our names, we live in this miserable hole, and you’re out there making a scene on your second day? Did you learn absolutely nothing from the fire?” The word fire hit me, but I forced my face flat. “This is different. It’s just a school club. I need to be on the ice, Yasmine. I'm suffocating here.”

"I will make sure you are no longer the principal of this school by the end of today." Shock rippled outward. Was she seriously threatening the principal? "And this school?" Clara added, her lips curving faintly in something far from humor. "It won't survive the sunset." The principal's face drained of color. Because he knew, they all knew. She was not bluffing. She was the Whitmore princess and the wife of the almighty Jade Lockwood. Only an idiot would call her a bluff. Clara turned back to the teachers, her patience gone. "I'll say this one last time," she said, her voice rising again, "Bring me their records."

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.

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

With annoyed looks, she wants to smash this clown to the ground where he rightfully belongs, but once she looks at her beloved brother, he shakes his head telling her not to do anything rashly. As for the clown that has been ignored by the three goddess-like girls, the clown can only clench his fist in anger while maintaining the gentlemanly face. He didn’t dare openly showing his anger and frustration or he might disappear or die on the spot due to the aggressive nature of the Blood Princess. In fact, what he did was a daring move to show that he is superior to Zhu Wushang in every aspect and he is the one in control of the Gu Clan future.

She easily grabbed Leah and shoved her into the pond. Choking on water, Leah struggled desperately. “St-Stop…! Plea…!” Water rushed into her mouth and nose, burning her lungs. Clara stood above her, watching as she went still, a cold smile on her face. “Go in peace. Soon I’ll be the new Princess Varkos.”

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."

Normally they would come in, either get straight to the slicing me open or just talk to me until they found themselves bored or annoyed with me. Once they left, I had at least a full day until they usually returned. That was when I could get the claw, I stashed away underneath the sheet I had been granted to have. Surprisingly, the claw was very durable, and I was able to dig into the concrete that was beneath me.