Romans & histoires Diary Of A Princess

The only thing that escaped my lips was a desperate plea: “Kiss me.” It was the last thing I said before slipping into a nightmare, and everything went blank. ************** I woke up in a strange room, my mind hazy and disoriented. “Where am I?” I murmured, blinking as I took in my surroundings. The space was beautiful, almost surreal. It was large and airy, like something out of a luxury hotel or a wealthy estate. The walls were painted a soft cream, decorated with abstract art in shades of gold and deep blue. At the center of the room stood the king-sized bed I was sitting on.

But she seemed satisfied and that was what mattered. 'What's your name?' she asked. 'Sabrina. Sabrina Fox', I replied. 'I am Diana Miller', she replied. 'Are you really the princess' I asked timidly. I had heard how puffed up and arrogant, those in the upper class were. How they looked down on others they felt were beneath them on the social ladder but this one seemed different. 'I am indeed but I am an introvert. I rarely come out or appear at social gatherings and that's why a lot of people don't know me and can't identify me even when I stand before them', she shrugged.

was supposed to be. I scanned the shelves, opened drawers (one had like, six different jeweled hairbrushes—who was brushing their hair with a ruby comb?), then spotted it: A diary. Bound in soft green leather, resting like a secret on the ornate vanity. “Oh-ho-ho…” I grinned, channeling my inner chaotic gremlin. “Come to mama.” I flipped it open, skipping the boring front part with frilly handwriting and cute love doodles (someone had a very obvious crush on someone named “Duke Alaric,” but we’ll get back to that tea later), and scanned for clues.

Seraphina POV I lay back on the lounge chair, letting the sea breeze wash over me as I watched the waves roll onto the shore and slip back again. No lectures from my parents. No scheming from Karen. No hard, unyielding face of Macro. The long-lost sense of freedom finally let me relax completely. This was the life I was meant to have. Yet for some reason, my mind betrayed me, and he crept back into my thoughts. I pressed a hand to my chest.

she asked, toe tapping against the weathered porch boards. Damn. She got me. I had done my best to learn what I could about Tobi’s world, and yeah, I knew he was a prince. But I hadn’t really thought it through. Not all the way. “I mean… we haven’t exactly talked about that yet,” I muttered, trying to keep my composure. “A crescent moon,” Moira said, exasperated. “I guess we should start calling you Princess,” Oscar teased with a grin. Henry turned in his arms, confused. “Wait, what secret is she keeping?”

My eyes caught on the edge of a wrinkled, torn paper, the word princess sticking out like a splash of ink. Anyone with information about the missing princess, please report to Headmistress Yves. The princess was last seen eighteen years ago. Useful information will be compensated with a sum of $1,000,000. My breath caught. That amount of money was unheard of. Unimaginable in the places I grew up in. But eighteen years missing? That was a long time. How could one hold out hope for new information when it’d been that long? Eighteen years. My age.

Furthermore, I didn't wear a brassiere, as my gown has a pad to cover my breasts. "No daddy" batting my eyelashes leaving my clothes on the floor as I sat on the bed. I placed my leg on the other leg. I could see his eyes darken with my every move, and his boner showing my effects on him. The dim light in the room and my naked body must be shining for him. "Don't tease me, princess, you don't know how I am controlling myself to be gentle with you?" He said removing his coat. "Princess, I want to ask you one last time, are you ready to be mine," He asked, his voice holding seriousness.

THE PRINCE’S DIARY, 9, November, 1999 The end is walking slowly Crawling blindly in the light Cradling my head with might My other self is staring at me through the ghost of a mirror. And I detest myself for seeing her. Yet, I cannot lose her. Her feet are barely touch the floor. Yet she stands so tall I have to crane my neck. My other self is walking towards me, about to crown my head with thorns of pain and beauty.

I have the strength of my parents and the love of the guys in my life I guess its time now to start living. The next morning we awoke to an alarm of rouges at the border, thank god for Theodora building the huts, my guards have somewhere to stay, so fighting the rouges where always easy with there help. Is this how my life will be from now on? Yes. We are werewolves we will always be fighting and now that I'm the queen of the vampires, I will be an easy target but the bright side is we are always prepared, will I change anything? hell no. I started of this journey as a Hybrid princess and end it as a Hybrid queen, my only hope now is to move on and live finally enjoy life, the life my parent