Dramacool Princess Agents Novels & Stories

They were excited to see the incredible scenery above their Kingdom directly. The Princess they had always considered useless. The Princess was a troublemaker and often humiliated the Kingdom. Now, no one else said such a thing. After what they saw, the lousy image Queenie had built for twenty years was gone. Bright River’s people only glanced at the Princess with admired glances. They adored Princess Queenie as an excellent future ruler. She was brave, and she was a dragon controller. After several decades, the Bright River Kingdom finally returned the Dragons to their side.

she giggled. "y-yes, your Majesty" I answered truthfully. I shouldn't lie right? "Amelia, just call me Mom" she pointed out. "M-mom" I answered as I giggle. She then gave me a smile. "actually, there's a Princess whom continue to seek Philip and she wants to get married with him" she said. Is that Princess Dahlia? the one that Philip told earlier? "Princess Dahlia?" I asked. She nodded. "I guess Philip already told you about her" she guessed and I just nodded.

“What now? Can’t you see, I am a bit preoccupied. He said, opening the door, a little bit larger for Dan to see Ambrosia sitting down, on the chair holding the scroll. It could see that it contained, the seal, of the royal prince and he knew that it was no ordinary scroll. He scowled at this, he had always hated Ambrosia since their days of slavery, and she didn’t exactly light a bulb for him either. Dan knew that Ambrosia was a scheming woman, who had the prince wrapped around her finger, and she is nothing of what she said, she was. She was a liar, a thief, and a cheat. She should be thrown, back, into the pits of the dungeons. She wasn’t even full Northern Isles blood, he wasn’t even sure

"Whatever the lady... sorry... whatever the Princess wants." THE END

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.

I let the threat hang in the air. "I’m sorry, sir. I’ll call the governor right away," Alex said hurriedly. "You should," I replied, ending the call. I got ready for my dinner with Sophia, instructing the maids to deliver an emerald dress I’d picked for her. I knew it was her favorite color, and I couldn’t wait to see her in it. As I waited in the living room, Sophia’s voice drew my attention. "Thank you so much, William. This dress is beautiful," she said, and I looked up.

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.

His eyes flickered to the market guard, then back to me, a hint of something unreadable in their depths. A knot of unease tightened in my stomach. His presence felt less like a rescue and more like an official investigation. "Princess Anne," He acknowledged with a curt nod. "Princess Isla was seen taking goods from the market without paying. The market vendor activated a silent alarm connected directly to the Liam outpost stationed near the market. Given the princess's involvement, the outpost immediately relayed it to the Captain of Guard who in turn informed His Majesty at once” His tone was respectful but firm, treating me with the same detached professionalism I would any other citizen.

“We become targets too.” “Shit,” Adrian muttered under his breath, rubbing his jaw. “This could get bad fast.” “And what if the princess is actually in hiding?” I continued. “What if she’s really out there somewhere, vulnerable? Maybe this rumor isn’t just a rumor. Maybe it’s bait, or a warning.” Adrian’s eyes widened. “You think… the enemies of the palace are already looking for her? And this rumor, what if it’s being spread on purpose to draw her out?”

Damien's POV The first time I met Lisa Armstrong, it was at a movie theater, where we had both gone to see The Little Mermaid. Her auburn hair was styled in a bun, atop a head that stood out on the female dominated queue seeking to buy popcorn, with a white cashmere dress that hugged her willowy waist and flared to the top of her knees and black heeled boots. Even from behind, with a guy on a baseball cap situated between us, the outfit was cute as hell. But her sling purse was slightly open, and a wallet was peeking out. And the guy in front of me who maybe thought I wasn't paying attention had already swiped the wallet, and made it disappear through his front pocket.