Drunken Princess Novels & Stories

It was me, myself and I. “I am Princess Zisealer of the dragon people and I have recently mated with royal beta Brum.” Look at me trying to cling onto the little title I had, reminding me of what I had lost— a home, family and I felt as if I had lost my dignity too. “We are pleased to have you Princess Zisealer, where is beta Brum?” The king asked, my heart drumming harder, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. It took everything in me not to shake so bad.

Delilah knew precisely who she was by the insignia on the red cape, the tremor in her voice, and the tension in her posture. “You’re…you’re…Princess Clara." The Alpha King's kingdom was close to Ornxville, and Princess Clara was a regular at many bars in town. So much so there was a cocktail created in her name that only true alcoholics and crazy people could handle. Unlike her siblings, Princess Clara enjoyed slumming it with regular folks and found many ways to embarrass her father's name. She had no care in the world for her title, or at least that's what Delilah thought.

I meant the kick I gave to him earlier. " Adam go strain her and part her from him, specially her legs and , Hany go kill him at once "he said the warrior stood up sighing from his aching wound yet he Ironically said " ha kill who, me , and part us , the faithful lovers , how evil!?" Hany , the young soldiers was about to attack when he stopped him " wait , just for the memory which princess is she exactly " Hany said while laughing " she is the princess Muons , the darkened King's fiancé , didn't you know"

“You may be struggling now, but remember once that parasite is gone you will be back to what you are as you always been. As you do not have to worry no more or struggle like this, for, by this time, your so-called princess has already died.” Screaming with his anger as the pool of wrath within him overflowing, yet he cannot use it nor can do anything to stop the inevitable thing of his paid and laid destiny. He can only crumple his hand into a fist as he can only struggle to break free, yet is a hopeless pup that is tied and restrained with his very own family. “7th princess of the kingdom of Ameli, princess Rain. Please to make your acquaintance, prince Clayden.”

“That’s very kind of you princess. Fuck you too.” Darkous’ smile intensified as he violently threw the princess across the meeting room table, her small frame slamming into one of the wooden chairs. She wailed in pain as both her and the chair crashed into the marble floors, unable to stand as her back throbbed. The psychopathic lord leisurely strolled towards the girl, whistling as he gripped a hold of his katana. The little princess remained still on the ground, seemingly unafraid, and yet Darkous knew better, he could sense her fear; even smell it.

Daniella I was shocked to know that Mendy was a princess, I don't know what else to do, I couldn't believe she was a princess. Who would believe it, she came here as a rogue and I treated her as a maid, but not only that I did everything I could do to make sure she never be with her mate, if I had knew that she was a princess then I wouldn't had done that, I had done what I supposed not to do, I don't know what do or say, I just couldn't do anything. I stood still without doing anything, I could just watch her as she was walking towards me.

Tala reassured him as she walked past him. Tala walked in the direction where she thought she saw something. The trees started to get very dense, and Tala looked back. She knew they would not be able to see her anymore. She looked around and looked on the ground. She did see some footprints and followed them. She walked deeper into the woods and then heard something very close to her. She stopped in her tracks and looked around. Not to far in front of her, someone came out from behind a tree. “Moon Princess” He spoke and bowed down in front of her.

His eyes are darkening with lust as he stares at the mark on my neck. “Vodka and cranberry, please,” I say to the waitress who shoots me a deathly glare. “I want to dance,” I say to Erebus after I gulp down my first drink. “No,” Erebus responds curtly. “Kings don’t…” “Yeah, yeah…” I interrupt him. “Kings don’t dance. So if you don’t dance what exactly do you do when you come here.”

she replied pleasantly. "Oh, I know you would like it. I'm feeling quite parched so let's get a drink nearby. Don't worry, I know just the place for that," the princess said, dragging her away once more. They stopped in front of a building with a signboard that read Gelta Salon. Opening the door, she was presented with the largest gathering of noblewomen that was not a tea party. It resembled a restaurant but it was also vastly different from that because although the tables were filled with snacks, the ladies were more focused on other things.

A harsh laugh, devoid of humor, echoed in the confined space. “Where you belong, princess. For now.” A hand, large and calloused, brushed against her cheek, a touch that made her skin crawl. She flinched away, a desperate, futile movement. “Don’t touch me.” Her voice, though still weak, held a surprising edge of defiance. “Feisty, ain’t she?” the gruff voice mused. “James sure picked a spirited one.”