Diary Of A Princess Novels & Stories

Caius asked coldly. Nemiah thought for a moment as she looked him in the eyes. She felt that Caius was doubting her so she took the diary from the pouch she tied on her skirt. She hasn’t finished reading it yet, but she decided to give it to the prince. Her hands seemed glued to it as Caius tried to take it from her. Caius eyed her so she finally let go of the diary. The prince opened it and it made him frown seeing Aries’ name written on most of the pages. He closed it irritably and threw it at the deepest part of the lake. Nemiah’s eyes followed the diary as it sank deep down into the water. “Why did you..?!” She glared at him. The diary wasn’t hers but the hurt cuts deep down like that di

Queen Claudia said. Everyone murmured among themselves as they heard this and looked at each other confused. "Come now, daughter." Said the Queen, a smile beaming on her face. Suddenly the door opened widely and Aubrey walked inside so shy and nervous as she took each step then she stood beside her mother. “Well everyone this is Princess Aubrey of the Petra Kingdom the heiress of the throne my long lost daughter.” Queen Claudia said smiling then took her seat and Aubrey sat beside her. Everyone was speechless then Gwen decided to break the stillness.

I asked, “I mean, I’m a princess now. Should I try to dress the part?” She snorts at the idea, “The day you trade in your chains and platform knee highs for heels and a princess dress is the day humanity ends. You are you. If you aren’t what they consider a princess, redefine it. If they don’t like it, fuck ‘em.” Her blunt analysis made me happy. She’s right.

I immediately opened his diary and the various dates written there appeared to me, I read it until my forehead was wrinkled because of a page that aroused me. “Life in Spain is fun. I am a maid of a royal family there. Social isn't it? I earn a lot so I can send enough to my family in the Philippines. My role in a royal family is easy because I am the only one who takes care of their newborn baby, Sofia Dahlia Parma, princess of Austrias. It's a beautiful name, isn't it? As beautiful as his name is, his face is also beautiful. Her cheeks are red, her skin is very white and her eyes are green and chocolate, my housemates also say they call it hazel eyes." I looked in the mirror, my eyes were

I whispered, sliding the straps of my dress down and turning the camera towards my face, still carefully avoiding showing too much of the backdrop. Jack squinted, confusion evident. “Why the makeup? And your eyes... they look different.” Suppressing a sigh, I tried to sound casual. “Fiona and I were just playing dress up. I’m about to get in the shower and wash it all off.” “Dress up?” Jack snarled. “What are you, Celeste? Five years old?” My face turned a deeper shade of red than it already was, but I managed to keep my cool. “It’s a girl thing,” I said. “We were just having harmless fun. See, we were watching this one chick flick, The Princess Diaries, and the lead character—”

In a grand medieval castle, Princess Poppy lounged on her plush, velvet throne, her petite frame draped in an extravagant gown of shimmering silk. At just eighteen years of age, the princess was already renowned for her insatiable appetites – not just for the finest delicacies and vintage wines, but for the pleasures of the flesh as well.

And in that moment, I knew. Not only was I done with the engagement. I was done with him. Forever. My eyes burned red, tears clawing at me, but I refused to let them fall. I wouldn’t give him that satisfaction. The bathroom door suddenly opened and Adrian came over. When he saw my eyes, he paused for a moment and asked, "My princess, why are you crying?"

The Princess is still alive, and you must pay for this failure with your blood. A scary realisation hit her. Elena—the girl whose body she’s in—might have been part of a treacherous plot she had no idea about. Someone hired Elena to end the princess. But then the maid's body became Ariana's when she woke up, so the job was never finished. Which meant the girl living Ariana's life as the princess was in unforeseen danger. At first, Ariana didn’t care about the spoiled girl who had ordered her whipped. She just wanted to get her life back. But now, she must care.

And my princess is no Beta, she is a queen, a Luna at least. “Already an overprotective father?” Crystal teases, coming up with Daisy. “That Sophie is cute as button. She and Daisy go to the same school.” “Sophie?” Daisy asks with a squished-up nose. “Yes,” Carl kneels down to his daughter. “Sophie is the new Pack Princess. Her Mommy is our Luna.” “Her mommy is a maid,” Daisy says, sticking her nose in the air. “Sophie is not a princess.” “Sophie is the pack princess now,” Crystal corrects her. “You will show her respect, young lady, or expect punishment.”

As a she-wolf with a soft heart, only her status as an Alpha’s daughter had saved her from ridicule and worse. “There’s something else,” Diana said, startling me. “Have either of you seen my diary? It’s a small purple book with a lock.” Lisa was shaking her head. “I haven’t.” Should I lie? I swear my falsehoods were becoming smoother the more practised I became. Instead, avoiding the question, I volunteered to help her look for it. “I may just take you up on that,” she replied. I couldn’t wait to ditch Lisa and see what transpired.