Erin Watt Paper Princess Novels & Stories

she ponders as the two leaves. As the servants left her office, the Princess stood up and looked at the mirror. She rolled her sleeve up to massage the swollen red rashes scattered across her arm. The Princess applied for ointment and medicine, but none could relieve its irritation. She looked at the window to see fat rats festering below the gutter of the Royal Court. Unbeknownst to her, Pentalium's attack has begun; none is the wiser to understand the danger the Kingdom is about to experience. William, John, and the Princess must brave this storm if they are to stand against their invisible enemy.

Sunitra bounced on her toes like a little child. The paper crumbled into a ball in Odessa’s hand as she glared into thin air, “No, but it's from a certain prince.” “Oh!” Sunitra exclaimed and Odessa handed the paper ball to Evelyn. “Burn it and discard those stupid flowers and gifts.” “Yes, Your Majesty.” Evelyn walked away with the gift, while the princesses walked into Odessa’s bedroom. “He's relentless.” Sunitra chuckled. “He's too stubborn. Doesn't accept the word, No. Never did.” The Princess complained as she paced before the King-sized bed that Sunitra laid on.

- What? I don't understand... - the king and queen don't know anything... Except my assistant who is the one who found you with the help of your last movie... - Oh I see... - From now on you are a princess... - A princess... She said with a dreamy look...

I was up. The emcee looked at the paper and stammered. Through the microphone, you could hear him ask if the name was correct. They looked over at me and I raised a single brow at them. It seemed they were doubting what they saw. Eliza was snickering as she walked back to her seat. The emcee took a deep breath. “Her Royal Highness, Princess Elentari ‘Silk’ Tirisil. Princess of Faerl and Lunar Guardian. Graduating with honors, an Associates Degree in Computer Sciences and Communications. Minors in English Literature and Fine Arts. Accepted at Princeton, Yale, Berkeley, NYU, and UIC. Will be attending Berkeley.” The room went shockingly quiet as I approached the stage, each step felt heavier t

“I thought the wedding was two months away!” “The wedding was pushed forward to tomorrow. I thought it was early but what can I say, Peter wants to really have me as his. Why did you call again?” “I need a sum of twenty million in two days. Can you lend me that exact amount? I will pay you back. I promise.” “Come help me pick out dresses, I will talk to Peter to see if he could lend me that money.” _______________ In the boutique’s showroom, Olivia collapsed onto a plush chair, watching Sofia play nearby. Her daughter was immersed in her own world, battling a doll with a plastic dragon.

A flash of red burst into his vision. Sophia leaned against the doorframe, a smirk on her red lips. "The great Marcelli heir certainly takes his time. You made a princess wait for half an hour." The afternoon sun streamed through the blinds, casting a golden halo around her. She was as brilliant as a flame, burning her way into his black-and-white world. In that moment, he appeared unfazed, but his heart had skipped a beat. After that, she found endless ways to cause trouble—a laxative in his whiskey, important contracts folded into paper airplanes, parading around in a scandalous nightgown during a family meeting. He met every challenge, playing the long game.

“Because I’d miss my chance to get to talk to you alone. In front of my father, I have to talk tactic, but I know that’s not how I’m going to win you over.” “Excuse me?” I narrowed my eyes. “You said it yourself. You have the right to reject, even if your father gives his blessing. That means I have to win you over, and I plan to do so.” “Why in the hell would you want to do that? I just openly rejected you in front of both our fathers.” He laughed.. “I think it’s admirable. The other Princesses of the other kingdoms are very compliant. They do as they’re told without question. Arsenal isn’t known for it’s compliancy, as you know. I don’t find that kind of thing attractive.”

I bit out, pushing to my feet and storming from the room before anyone could press the issue. John trailed after me like the persistent bastard he was, a folder in hand. “You need to address this, Killian,” he said, his tone annoyingly smug. I dropped into my chair, pinching the bridge of my nose. “I said I’ll handle it.” “Sure you will,” he replied, sliding the folder across the table. “But just in case, here’s a head start.” I opened it reluctantly. Princesses. Dozens of them. Their glossy photos and saccharine descriptions made my stomach churn. Docile. Submissive. Caring.

Luke asked. "Yeah, it's a princess theme so I wanted to make everything look like a palace," Valentino replied. Alessandra squealed in excitement and demanded to be put down by Valentino. He gently put her down and Alessandra ran around the house, admiring all the decorations surrounding the house. "Isn't this too much for a kid's party?" Luke asked. "Nothing would be too much for Alessandra. She's just a kid, let her enjoy these things, okay?" Valentino said.

Turning towards the crowd, Jake said, "this friend, I hope you have seen it yourself. This is Princess Dohana, the future Queen of Andorra standing next to the Future King." Soon, the people bowed their heads, kneeling. "We have seen your majesty." Jake smiled as he held Dohana affectionately. "Alright, say no more. Go! Tell the people the good news." Immediately, the people picked up their belongings and left in a hurry. "What!" Everyone looked on stunned. "How did he do it?" Terah had been puzzled earlier, but he had already figured it out. This Jake must have used the name of the Princess to impress those people, it's just that, however he did it was still a mystery.