Clown Princess Novels & Stories

Tanya, whose prescene was finally acknowledged, stared at the lady's index finger, which was pointed at her. “I'm tanya, and if I may ask, who are you?” Tanya asked, annoyance evident in her tone. “What? Who am I? You don't know me?” The lady asked in disbelief. “I'm I obligated to know you?” Tanya asked again. “ You don't know me? My name is Clara. Clara, the princess of this country. Do you want to say you've never heard of me?” Clara asked in anger. “I've never heard of you.” Tanya said plainly.

I just remember how grand it was from the outside, the white brick, the towers that reach high into the air, I never could comprehend its size. I remember her though, she wouldn’t ever come down from that damn obstacle course and I couldn’t keep up with her. She was too fast, even though I was older and stronger. Despite being banned from the palace I’d sneak away just to look at her. Is that creepy? I was ten. Ah well, make up for it now, get to know her and hopefully woo her. But how the hell do you woo a princess? I can’t give her more than she already has. I can’t buy her.

Not far from him was a pretty little girl about 3 or 4 years old wearing a white princess dress, playing. "There's a clown over there, I want to go see him." The little girl quickly said, but the man was too focused to hear his daughter's words. The little girl thought her father had agreed, so she quickly ran to the other side of the street. "Clown, can you give me a balloon?" The little girl asked. "Oh, this little treasure is so beautiful, I'll give it to you." The clown saw the beautiful little girl and immediately gave her the most beautiful balloon.

“Do you think I’m stupid?” Zane and I laughed as the wizard walked off in a huff. The music went back to being sad, and then it got happy as a second princess wearing a paper crown and Chloe’s headband around its dress walked on stage. “Hello!” she said. “I’m a princess. Are you a princess too?” “Yes!” said the first princess. “I am! It’s so great to meet you!” The princesses hugged. “Think of all the games we can play!” the first princess said.

These days I've become so fearless even though the adrenaline was killing me. He looked at me like he was amused, then he chuckled like he was impressed. But it was all mockery. “The princess has got some guts. Too bad your guards are back at home, and now you're in my territory. You had better shut your trap or I'll feed you my cock. It's really hungry.” He mocked, moving closer but I pushed him away in pure disgust.

None of them would dare even think of an answer to this question so that they would not die from the shock of the answer and the terror of the thunderbolt. As for the king of the winds and their princes, they were standing in shock. Flean was the fastest among them all, so how did he catch up with her? Silence pervaded the racing arena for a short period of time, interrupted by the sound of applause coming from the top to turn all eyes towards him, so that the unknown king, the king of darkness, was standing, clapping in arrogance for his princess. Let everyone stand and do the same for the racing arena to buzz with the sounds of warm applause and cheering from the people of the Wind Kingdo

Wearing nice clothes, having money, having many friends, and not having any problems except studying. They had everything, they were free... Claire's hand opened the worn cloth bag she had been using for three years and took out a thin notebook. The notebook still contained some notes from her high school days. She believed that there was no woman in the world who had never dreamed of being a princess. She did too. Claire glanced at the clothes whose colors had long faded and smiled sadly. A princess who only had two pairs of decent clothes that had already faded. And never-ending problems...

one of them said, his tone rigid. I smiled coldly. The next moment, my hand swung, the sharp crack of my slap echoing in the hallway. "I am the king's future wife," I hissed, my voice dripping with venom. "I am Vincent's Luna, open the door immediately." They didn't move. Not a single one. Their silence burned hotter than fire. My face went pale with fury. I could feel eyes watching from nearby corridors, servants, soldiers, guards, all seeing me, Dane, the future queen, being denied entry like some unimportant stranger.

The sky above Flora Island was so black. Dark clouds rolled in to cover the sun. The sea wind blew so hard that it made waves and big storms on the sea surface. The Elf Queen’s straight purple and green hair with wavy ends fluttered in the wind. The pair of emerald green eyes belonging to the Elf Queen, Lena Omanelis, looked up at the sky anxiously. She bit her blood-red lips nervously. She rubbed her skin which was as pale as snow which had been feeling goosebumps ever since.

she mumbled. "I actually do. My job is to get you prepared for the real world and toughen up your skin since it seems like you're far from there, Princess." Aurora was facing away from him and she could not help the smirk that made its way onto her face. Her number one rule of life was to always be underestimated. If her targets underestimate her then they would lower their guard and therefore make the job easier for her. She had been treated as Princess her entire life and grew up pampered and praised. But there was some point when she decided to change it up a bit. She still enjoyed being treated like one and acting like a baby sometimes but outside of the house, she was a completely diffe