Clown Princess Novels & Stories

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!"

I replied staunchly and he exhaled harshly. "It's been preordained, princess. As the only female heir of the infamous Rowen Roech you will join the light elves and make all of the elf clans join, both light and dark. It's been prophesied for generations," he stated firmly and I rubbed my eyes. "Well, you know what, prince. I like to follow my own path and not the one laid out for me. I believe that's the end of our conversation. It's been nice sniffing you, you smell like memories. Goodnight, Luric," I said softly and called for Salenis. When he appeared before me on the fallen log I let him lift me off my seat. I thanked him as I took his hand and allowed him to lead me back towards my brot

I had to do this right, so my efforts won't be in vain. I walked into her room and walked around, searching for anything that could give me a clue about her secret life. I knew the princess was smart and really quick witted. As I walk around the room, I passed the window. As I looked out, I saw her. Crying, amongst the flowers. She was always amongst the sunflowers. I guess she really liked them. I really felt bad for her, having to be forced to do something you don't want to, but have no choice to. I know how it felt.

She lost her crown, her name, and her face—only to discover the truth behind the throne. Ariana Ophelia possessed everything a woman could desire: a crown, a kingdom, total power, and a prince who swore his devotion. Determined to prove herself stronger than her late father, she ruled Roseberst with an iron fist, trading compassion for absolute authority. Until she goes to sleep a ruthless queen—and wakes up a powerless servant. Trapped in the battered body of Elena, a maid she humiliated hours before, Ariana wakes into a twisted reality: her dead father is alive, the palace is subtly changed, and another woman sits on her throne—wearing Ariana’s exact face. When Ariana tries to re

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.

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 .

A low moan escapes my lips as lips encircle my hard nipple. Strong fingers find their way inside me, slowly moving in a ‘come hither’ motion and creating a lewd squelching sound that I did not expect my body to make. “Princess, are you my good girl?” I look down my body to find familiar dark green eyes, filled with lust and need. “Yes!” I moan out my answer….

The table crashes down on top of me and I can feel the bones in my forearm snap in two. Clutching my arm to my chest I look at the cloaked woman in front of me. The only thing visible under her hood is piercing blue eyes glowing brightly in the night. A fierce growl leaves my lips as the witch across from me lowers her hood. She has beautiful blonde hair and dark blue eyes; her face is so familiar I feel like I have met her before. “You do look like one of your fathers,” she smiles smartly as she circles me.

In a royal purple dress mixed with a trail of pink colour, the dress look like one of a kind as it sleeps it way down to her waist showing off the elegant posture of her waist she has the preeminent appearance, with a beautiful crown on her head Claire walk graciously inside the room her eyes fixed she kept a stony face which made her look more appealing to the people her beauty was sure rarest in the whole kingdom her golden brown hair fall down to her waist as she swing them graceful with her as she walk in a magnificent style with a maid helping her with her dress behind her she stopped in front of her father and bowed to him, king Josh had a big smile on his face as he expected she has l

********* Clara got out of the shower and saw Mabel arranging her clothes. "You should dress up quickly,cuz I'm going to take my time to do your hair and makeup"Mabel said excitedly. Clara put on her clothes and sat in front of the dressing table. "Are you sure you're really good with make-up,I don't want to look like a clown" Clara teased. "Do you know what people used to call me, they call me the contour queen because I know how to work magic with my make up brushes. You shouldn't doubt my abilities " Mabel boasted.