Frank Baum Princess Novels & Stories

"Is all of this just for money? You have plenty of it, Princess. Wait, no, I should not call you Princess anymore, how about Venus." Aurora gave him a furious look and turned to of the lockers and grabbed a duffel bag out of it. She put the money inside of it before closing it. "So since the Princess is much more interesting than I thought. Why don't you tell me why you're doing this?"

Ben is the best partner and Alpha, a she-wolf, could wish for. "Whatever you say, Princess," Ben finally says after his laughter dies. He kisses me, and my heart soars. Natalia grins in our head as she thinks about our life and what the future holds. I smile and glance at my mate, who is now joking with our son. Sasha- I still can't believe we rejected him. Natalia- That's the price of being a princess's mate. Sasha- (gasps) hey!! Natalia bark laughs as she curls up in our mind. I rub my small baby pump and smile.

Rori. I was sitting with Sage, who was happily playing with Victoria on the floor with me. We were busy watching her for my mother, and we now found ourselves busy helping her to build a Disney Princess jig saw. "I am a real Princess, not just a cartoon." Victoria told Sage, who smiled. "I know, Princess." she laughed. "Are you a princess?" Victoria asked. "Because Rori is just a bigger Princess, and Ash and Eoin are Princes, but they're not like in the stories either. Eoin will be King." She whispered as if she was telling Sage a secret.

I had to do this right, so my efforts won't be in vain. I walked into her room and walked around, searching for anything that could give me a clue about her secret life. I knew the princess was smart and really quick witted. As I walk around the room, I passed the window. As I looked out, I saw her. Crying, amongst the flowers. She was always amongst the sunflowers. I guess she really liked them. I really felt bad for her, having to be forced to do something you don't want to, but have no choice to. I know how it felt.

I march downstairs and into the living room where Enrique is sitting with Marco while my dad’s in his study and my moms probably smoking a cigarette somewhere. “Fine I’ll work for you. However you’re not gonna make me do stupid chores like get lunch, coffee or do your laundry.” He looks at me confused. “ Princess I would never make you do those things. I’ll treat you like the perfect princess you are. No stupid chores.” “Really?” I ask completely taken aback. “ Of course my princess deserves nothing but the best.” He walks closer to be and I back up until he has me pinned against the wall. I look over to Marco for help but he’s too busy on his phone to care about anything.

|Micah’s Point Of View| "It's been a while since I stepped out of the palace." Princess Zoey exclaims as soon as our feet touch the outside ground of the palace. "I could say the same. It's been a while." I reply. She looks at me and smiles. "Any idea where we can grab a horse?" she asks. "We can borrow one from a stable." "Oah, okay. Then lead the way."

I trailed off, unsure what I was trying to say because I honestly didn't remember taking anything. "Of course, Your Highness. There must be some mistake." He wrung his hands a little. "But protocol… perhaps if you would just allow me a glance into your bag, we can clear this misunderstanding immediately." He still seemed hesitant, clearly conscious of my royal status. Just then, a sharp voice cut in. "What's going on here, with the Princess?" It was Mrs. Gable from the pottery stall, her arms crossed and a look of both concern and confusion on her face. "She was just at Mr. Elms' spoon stand."

She has her father's pale gold hair - which is identical to mine - and the angry eyes that flashed at Lisa are definitely hers. " How's the restaurant going, Lisa? Flourishing, I presume." Dad spears a pea with a fork. Lisa offers a smile with the power to stop hearts. Dubbed 'Princess of Oakenville' by the locals, her famed, angelic beauty is the reason most of the patrons at her thriving restaurant, Duke's Table, consist of adoring fanboys, and why most women love to have her as a prime subject of their gossip. "Your presumption is indeed right. Did I mention there's a prospect of an interview with Women's Weekly? They want me to feature in a cover story."

“I have never heard the like.” “They are in it together,” her sister stated, with a positively wicked grin. “Release me and you can take this one in my place.” “What’s in it for us?” “I will watch them. And when we reach land, you will be rewarded.” “How?” the oarsman asked. “Do you know who I am? No? The Princess Royal, rightful heir to the late King Gregory of Vercia. Take me back to the palace and I will give each of you your body weight in gold coins.”

It was a gentle tap, one only my Princess used. “Uncle Hunter.” Her voice calls out cheerily, and I chuckle. It seems she wants to pretend she didn’t see what happened last night. “Yes, Princess?” I call back, a long pause settling between us. “I made breakfast if you’re hungry.” Jessica stutters out. I grin, the thought of eating her cooking again making me want to rush out the door.