Fake Princess Novels & Stories

Dylan added angrily. “You’re nothing but a joke,” Paul snorted. “And as for you,” he turned to me, “you’re just an omega, pretending to be the princess,” he sneered. “A weak, pathetic imitation of the real thing.” My face burned with anger, but I refused to back down. “I am the princess,” I said, my voice firm. “And I will not be insulted by you.” Paul laughed. “You’re just a fake, a substitute. The real princess would never be so weak, so timid. You’re just a pale imitation, a lowly omega.”

He's talking her off the ledge of an anxiety attack. "Anybody have a location on Prince Charming?" Connors' voice came through my earpiece. I took one step out from behind the pillar. My sole focus was on getting to Everleigh. And that focus was blocked by none other than the plastic princess herself. "What do you want, Jaelah?" She ran her long manicured finger down the center of my chest. I instinctively shudder at the contact. Nothing about this bitch is even remotely attractive to me. Most of her face is fake. Her tits are fake. Her ass is fake. Hell, even most of her hair is fake. She wears too much makeup and her botoxed lips are just too big.

She whispered in his ear. He let go of her face, pulling her to his chest. "It's really my fake wife. Sophia. No. The name is wrong. It's So-Phie. You came for me. How'd you even find me here?" He asked, hugging her tightly to his chest. He suddenly felt alive at seeing her here beside him. Even though it might be an illusion. He shoved her away after some seconds, grabbing hold of his beer, again. Pinkerbell yanked it away, hissing.

Jessica’s room was being handled with care as I moved to throw open all the windows. It still reeked like sex inside here and I couldn’t help but suppress the urge to punch that prissy fuck in the face for what he did to my Princess. He fucked around with her stepsister behind her back for crying out loud all because Jessica was still waiting to be married to give herself away. Fuck, she was a still a virgin and all I could think of was how she needed a real man like me to show her what it means to be a true woman.

“Relax, princess Daisy, it wasn’t in plans to.” Her shoulders loosen immediately. The fake sweetness returns to her expression like a switch has flipped. “I’ll be out in a minute,” she chirps. “Mhm.” I turn toward the mirror, pretending to fix the ruffle on my gown. “You should hurry though. Cameron’s waiting for you.” “Aw,” she sighs dramatically. “He’s so clingy.” I catch her eye through the mirror and smile faintly. “Yeah,” I murmur. “He loves you a lot.”

It'll be more exciting here. Mom and Dad staggered back in shock. Ethan stared at the screen, disbelief flooding his eyes. "It's fake! This is all fake!" Claire screamed, tears streaming down her face. "I don't even know them! I never sent those messages!" She grew more distressed as she spoke, tears streaming down her face. "Why are you lying about me? I don't know any of you." "Lying? We're not lying! The chat logs are right here!" The man shoved the chat logs in their faces again.

Five years of guilt, five years of searching for a ghost, and here she was not just alive, but a goddess. Siska’s fear quickly turned into a sharp, venomous jealousy. She noticed the whispers of the socialites. “Who is she?” “Is that really Anindira Prawiro?” “She looks like a queen!” Siska grabbed a glass of red wine from a passing waiter and began to weave through the crowd. *She’s just a fraud,* Siska thought. *She probably sold herself to some old man in Singapore to get that dress. I’ll show everyone who she really is.

Simone winked at the last part. Shanzy shook her head, but she didn't dare to laugh or smile, because that was against rules. Mrs Peter's or popularly known as the Queen of the Cosmetic Brands was surely a name that was famous across the foreign lands. Now when she had Fame, then surely, she was bound to be triggered by fake investors and the case was no different this time when one of the sharp sheep of Vienna got her new property papers through illegal means, creating chaos for her. And the lady found herself at the mercy of the Mafia Girl who was certainly interested in the deal.

" She said sarcastically and laughed. Oh so she is talking to Amit. Why doesn't he leave us alone? Is he going to propose to her. I will kill him if he does that... But what would I do if she accepts?? No she won't she just said that he is a playboy. He falls in love at least 4 times in an year??? How can she have a crush on such a man? " Yes, and I am the princess of this country...... Ok.... ok, tell me who is that poor girl? " she asked with sarcasm. Oh no, please... he should not take her name... " What?? Are you kidding me? Have you lost your mind? listen if it is some kind of a joke, let me tell you it is not funny. " She got up too fast and lost her balance. I caught her in time or sh

Inside was a dream; tall walls, open space, windows so big you could see everything yet nothing at all. The isolation of the property both excited and scared me, and the longer I walked around holding Armani’s hand, the more I began to feel a little hopeful again. My concerns over the last day felt silly — presumptuous. Though a part of my brain was still very aware that this could turn sour very quickly, I allowed myself to enjoy this simple few minutes with my fake husband and even smile, just a little bit.