Clown Princess Novels & Stories

she commanded fiercely, suddenly on guard. “Ah, the real royalty within you is showing, my dear princess. That’s right. The world you have chosen doesn’t have a place for softness. Show any sign of weakness and a sliver of kindness will make you fall into a pit. Kindness is a trap set for people who are to fall in the hands of the cruel and vicious.” Clara felt warmth rising at her back. A strange glow that could battle the sun’s rays made her turn around and look. Clara gasped, covering her mouth. Not because of fear but in awe and excitement.

answered the girl with a bright smile. "Oh, yeah? I think there's one now crawling up your hair." he mused pointing to her head. "What?" Clara asked before noticing the black object crawling upon her head. An ear-splitting scream erupted from her lips at the realization making her bolt out of her seat and throw her head around to remove the thing while the prince only laughed at her idiotic behavior. The toy spider fell on the table separating them and tears burst out from her eyes in the realization that she'd been pranked for the prince's amusement. She looked at him with a betrayed expression on the brink of crying.

the priest introduces himself. “I am the magic tower’s master, the name’s Clay,” the magic tower’s master introduced himself too. “I will not be introducing myself anymore for you already know who I am,” I told them, then sat on the couch. They also sat down, then looked at me. “We heard that you are the real princess?” Arjel asked. “I am, your holiness,” I answered. “May you please remove your disguise?” Clay told me. I snapped my fingers, to remove my disguise and unlike the others, they are not shocked from what they have seen.

I shake my head trying to make it stop. As the sexy clown continues looking at me, I extend my fingertips to touch him. I brush them through his cotton candy hair, giggling as it tickles me. “Ahoy, matey!” I exclaim to him as I wrap him up in a giant hug. “Welcome to my oasis! I am Sapphire, Queen of the Deep Beyond. I rule over all the fishies in the darkest seas. Who are you, clown?” I ask excitedly. I must have drifted through a portal into another dimension and this clown is the ruler of this new land I am in.

slave. “Now sit, so we can do your hair.” She replied. One of the maids pulled over a chair, and I sat down. It’s been a while since I’ve had anyone do my hair that wasn’t Lillian. “You have such lovely hair. It’s very unique.” The maid said. I couldn’t tell if they were being fake.. the compliments seemed true, but I’m the princess of their kingdom enemy.. so I wondered if their intentions were pure. I watched from the mirror on the wall as they did my hair in intricate braids and wrapped it into a bun on the back of my head. They pulled strands of hair out to frame my face like I usually prefer and topped my bun off with a matching pink flower and an ocean Pearl clip.

"Princess...Levara?" The woman standing before her was unmistakable. Long golden-brown hair, pale skin, crimson eyes and soft pink lips. The beautiful face that Elly had seen on television countless times, the beloved Princess of Avenor. Her princess. Levara. But something was terribly wrong, Levara's eyes were empty, there was no warmth in them, they looked almost lifeless. As if the woman standing before Elly had already died long before her body had ever stopped breathing. Elly swallowed.

He had dark and thick hair falling in loose waves around his face, giving him an evil look. "Fighting monkeys, means? Since when did monkeys start living around Dark Shadow Coven?" Pawn Clara asked, confused. Clara Jack was a Pawn of Dark Shadow Coven whose job was cleaning. She was the most special and beautiful maid there. Her long, curly hair cascaded down her back in a waterfall of golden locks, with bright blue eyes. She had a fire in her soul that refused to be extinguished, even in the face of the darkest magic. She spent her days cleaning the coven's chambers and preparing meals for the Moroi and Dhampirs who lived there, but her mind was always racing with ideas for how she could he

Clara said, standing up to her feet. “Who the hell was that?” I asked. “Princess Emma Bloodwood,” Clara replied. “You really shouldn’t be making her your enemy.” “What? I’m supposed to just bend over and let her push me around? Why, because she happens to be a princess? No damn way.” “Trust me, my lady sometimes it’s better to just bend over and be pushed around. Especially when you’re dealing with people like Princess Emma. Now come, we’ve wasted too much time already.”

is the royal Princess? Clara's entire body turned cold in surprise as she knew their daughter, the princess would be her biggest opponent of being Ramos's Luna but...never in her nightmare she imagined that it would be Crystal, the omega girl she despised the most! How could it be? While Clara was left in surprise, Aurora gave the mic to Crystal. Crystal was getting nervous, but she immediately felt some power inside her, as if her munchkins were giving her power and strength. Smiling softly, she started talking, "Good evening everyone, it's my pleasure to meet and greet you all on this special night. I know all of you're surprised, but it was actually a surprise for all of you.

I could hear Cliff’s monotone voice droning on about the children here, recommending the best of the “lot.” The man mumbled something in return. His voice was deeper than Cliff’s, the sound rumbling through the thin walls of the entry way. The word princess slipped through the open door. The two syllables collided like a shock to my body. I coughed out a laugh. Right, I thought, This was the kind of place where princesses were found. Here where men like Cliff enjoyed stomping on the girls they raised, striving to make their bones brittle and their voices small. Here where girls were spit out to the first greedy hands that wanted them, just to be pressed into the ground even more.