Dad Little Princess Novels & Stories

dad asked skeptically. “I am not trying to bed princess, dad!” I scowled. “Princess?” dad asked with raised eyebrows. “Why do you call her a princess?” “That’s her title,” I shrugged. “Snob, is she? Asking an alpha male to call her a princess?” dad narrowed his eyes. “No, she asked me to call her Jayden, but she is a princess, dad. Have you not met her?” I asked, unable to keep the longing from my tone.

John’s jaw clenched, eyes darting between the cold paper in my hands and Matilda’s camera. "I don’t have a pen," he muttered, shaking his head. "I do!" Matilda interjected, rifling through her bag for a pen. Was she really just a girl's girl? I wondered as I took the pen from her and handed it to John. "Now sign it," I said, feeling a surge of confidence. John took the pen and papers, placing them on the bedside table. "Are you sure about this, Sophia?" he asked, his voice dripping with disdain as he scrawled his signature. "Don’t forget, you’re a poor orphan who has nothing. You need me. Everything you have, I gave to you."

My clothes were a mess, but the urgency overwhelmed me. "Where's the princess?" I asked Cedric, who seemed surprised by my question. "She's been spending most of her time in the library," he said. "But would you like to bathe first, Your Grace?" I ignored him and went straight to the library. When I opened the door, I was greeted by a magnificent sight - Princess Camellia engrossed in a large book, her eyes shining with curiosity. Her eyes sparkled as she traced the lines on the pages. Her slender figure was accentuated by a delicate dress, and her flushed face and red hair shone in the sunlight coming through the window, they were a delight to my eyes. I held my breath for a moment, afraid

Dad: Princess, princess, Harshal: Yes Dadda Dad:: Princess, Today someone came to see you, with his family. So be yourself and confident, I know princess you are not ready for this but just try it once for my sake, please please don't get angry at me and them also, just be calm and answer them what they ask that's it ...nothing more is there in it ...

Isabella was only 16 when her father died. She was a mess. She wouldn’t eat, she couldn’t sleep. In short, she couldn’t do anything, she could only think of her father and nothing else. Her life was completely upside down by the sudden dismissal of her father.

"Who would you use as the princess now?" That meant Jide was acting as the prince. "You can't kiss a kid," an older girl yelled from the back. I laughed loudly and they all turned to look at me. I did not like the mischievous look that glistened in these children's eyes. "Wet Ivwy be the pwincess," a three year old girl rambled giddily. "Oh no no no. Carry on. I was never here," I said and made to leave. Jessica blocked the doorway, grinning at me. Oh come on!

Scarlett smiled in victory, she had known her husband would listen to her, she turned her back and walked back to the dining room feeling proud of herself, she was clueless that once she was out of the sight, he went back to his daughter and said in a very low voice that almost sounded like a whisper. "Don't worry princess, daddy will buy you some chocolate ice cream later, okay?" In an instant, her frown turned into a bright smile, she showed her array of tiny teeth, letting out a giggle before hugging him tightly, her body was tiny in comparison to his, which made the whole situation even more adorable. She thanked him and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before running inside the house

"That little kid who fell in the water... that was you?!" The tips of Alexander's ears flushed. "Yes." "I've been looking for you for ten years." Sophia suddenly laughed. "But you were only twelve then, and I was sixteen. I'm four years older than you." She raised an eyebrow. "I hadn't even had my first crush, and you were already in love?" Alexander looked at her, his gaze clear and earnest. "Princess, do you want the truth?" "Go on." "Because you were like an angel," he said softly. "You saved me, and you were so gentle. You made me believe there was still light in the world."

Unlike the three-panel format I’d seen before, this one told a sweeping story maybe ten, twelve scenes etched into one continuous timber. I stepped closer, and Ron appeared beside me once again. “Ah, the missing princess,” he said with a nod. “Most folks miss that one. This beam tells the tale of The Order’s only failure.” I blinked, intrigued. “The Order failed?” He smiled, eyes gleaming. “Oh yes. It begins with Duke Lockwood the ruler of this land long ago. He had a daughter, Lilliana. Said to be the most beautiful woman in all the provinces. But her father was… protective, some say obsessive. He kept her hidden away in a tower, allowing visits only from her tutor and himself.”

"Chase me, Father!" Shouted the eight-years-old Princess Amayah of Lancayan. They are in the palace garden and are having fun playing. Her father, King Kendra chases after her while laughing. They were also accompanied by her older sister, Princess Aloha and their mother, Queen Aruha. They picture a happy family that anyone would envy.