Fake Princess Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, Rosabella woke up at her fake house, and she knew that her fake stepmother had brought her back and taken the dress she was wearing. Rosabella felt unsettled rage within her as the door opened and her fake stepmother walked in. Rosabella stared at her fake stepmother, and she shouted on the top of her lunges. "YOU LIER, MURDER AND BULLY! You told me that your first husband was having an affair behind your back when he wasn't, and you are not going harm nor hurt anyone else ever again. You never were and never have been my mother or stepmother. I am a princess because my birth parents are King Ivan and Queen Victoria of the kingdom of Rose-Snow-Gold. Everyone knows that you murdere

I said to the fake princess. “Of course I will look like my mom, I’m her daughter, so feel free to admire my beauty,” she said. I looked at her, then smiled fakely. “It has also been awhile since I saw your highness, Prince Lucas,” I said to Lucas. The fake princess clanged her arms on Lucas’ right arm, then smiled at me as if he was her possession. “Have we perhaps met before?” he asked me. “You might not remember it, your highness, but I met you together with Prince Leo, when we were still a kid,” I said without showing any emotions.

she murmured in disbelief, “No fucking way…Nigel brought her home. She said she was an orphan and had nowhere else to go…Nigel! NIGEL! What the hell is going on here?!” Nigel was shivering behind the long table. He stuck his head out when he heard about Angel’s question and answered from the distance in a whisper: “I—It’s true…Turns out Regina faked her identity before. She is really a princess…” “No—NO!” Angel’s voice grew louder. She glared at me, and I looked back at her with calm gaze. “Are you saying that she is a noble—just like me?” she shirked, “I don’t believe it!”

She was not a princess or a lady, she was a breeder who was sold to different men for their pleasure. "My name is not Alona, my name is Giselle Piper and I am nothing but a breeder used by many wolves. I have lived a life of shame and now I am here in a palace pretending to be someone good," Giselle whispered to the empty room. She felt like her heart was breaking into a thousand pieces because the truth was so ugly and cold.

He got to a room he knows will be empty and kicked the door open. He dragged her in before shutting the door behind him. "What the fück is wrong with you, Amanda?" He hushed pulling the mask from her face but saw that she was another person. "Ah fück! Where is she?" Prince Reagan groaned and demanded. "I don't know who you are talking about your Highness," the girl replied looking frightened. "My prince," he heard behind the door. He threw the door opened to see Simon and he was holding Pink. "She played you," Simon mumbled before handing Pink over to prince Reagan. He looked at her dressing code and it was totally different from the one the lady is wearing.

“Trust me, what I feel for you is pure hate.” I let out a low chuckle, unable to help myself. “That’s not the impression I got when I kissed you last night.” She froze for just a second, then let go of my hand and looked away. “Never had anyone fake it before?” The corner of my mouth lifted as I shook my head. “No, they don’t fake it, Principessa. I make sure they feel everything.” She shrugged, an infuriatingly casual gesture. “Well, congratulations. You’ve just had your first experience. I was faking it.”

She and some people she hadn't revealed to me yet replaced me with the real princess and made her take my place as the maid's daughter And guess who the real princess is?... Yes, Ash, the freak! I was shocked and hurt when I first got to know that she was the real princess while I'm fake. Why can't it be any other girl? It wouldn't have been this painful if it was any other girl. Why does it have to be her!? The one that humiliated me in the presence of the whole fucking pack!

As she limped towards the marble shower to wash away the evidence of her triumph, she knew the persona was no longer just an act. Luna Luxe, the Spoiled Princess, was real and her Daddy was waiting to collect his royalty.

I was Windsor’s most untouchable heiress. The chairman of the university board was my grandfather. The student council president was my fiancé. The basketball team captain and the top student in our major were my childhood friends. Everyone said that if I wanted something at Windsor, I could have it. After taking a year off from college because of illness, I returned to campus. The moment I stepped through the gates, lines of comments suddenly appeared in front of me. [The spoiled heiress is back! She still doesn't know that all three male leads have fallen for the new transfer student.] [Jessica may be poor, but she's stubborn and kind. Watching her refuse financial help and insist on worki

Shoes that would make me grow and accessories that would make me stand out. -Likes? I supervised the election," Patrick tells me and smiles looking inside the trunk. She would look like the real princess of evil, Königin . "Don't call me that," I sounded harsh, but the truth was that the idea of ​​just trying on those outfits had made me excited. Would it look good on me? Wrong? Me, a simple girl, someone who never looked in the mirror, whose reflection was ignored by herself, could I look good in that princess outfit and irrevocable title necklace?