Galaxy Princess Novels & Stories

Irritated by its sudden force, she quickly rolls down the window, rushing to her beautiful mother for comfort. "Now, now, sweet child, calm yourself," the goddess said, the words melting like butter between her lips. Her hair was a deep ruby red, her eyes as green as a meadow on a beautiful summer day. Her daughter had the same features, sharing almost no resemblance to her father. However, the daughter is blessed with her father's warm, enchanting laugh and quiet personality.

My head was spinning with all the questions piling up. “How old is Stelle anyway? Isn’t the princess supposed to be eighteen now?” Pete asked, brows furrowed. “They could’ve faked everything. Her age, her identity. All to protect her from anyone who might be after her,” Adrian said. “Especially if she’s in danger.” I nodded. “You’ve got a point.” “But if it’s true… if she really is the princess…” Pete didn’t even finish his sentence. His voice faded out. “Then we’ve got a much bigger problem,” I said. “She’s not just some guest anymore. She’s a symbol. She could either bring danger… or power.”

Anna said jumping like a kid. Princess land... don’t go for any fantasy stories. Princess land is the name of my hometown. Cute name, ha! It is a very comfortable town to live with adaptable environment, surrounded by woods and greenery. I love my hometown a lot. I was born here. I went to my pre-schooling, schooling, high school and now college. Though it is a town, it looks like a city but with not much traffic and less population. It has everything from a normal school to rich, reputed private colleges. Even the guys from cities join in the colleges that present in my hometown.

Or maybe he's still busy to think about finding me. But I'm still his daughter. Didn't he even missed me in the last three months? Or it's just okay with him without me around? But what about Mom? Isn't she informed? I smiled wryly. I know the Harold's will break it with Mom. Maybe she's also busy to even care. I heaved a sigh. I am Siren Mendez. Everybody calls me princess. But this princess here they didn't know. Though I got almost everything I need, yet it's all empty and I'm still lonely.

The alien has not killed me yet. If Cyfrin had not told me he was an alien or if I did not witness his capabilities firsthand, I would have mistaken him for a normal teenage boy. He looked about eighteen or nineteen to me. He is lanky with long arms and torso. He has light purple hair which looks almost white in the light. "Hey, is your hair naturally purple?" I tried to change the subject. "Hey Maddison, stop calling me "HEY" I have a name. And yes, this is my hair color,"

she said haughtily, "But Papa won't tell me the password." "What a tyrant," Dimitri drawled. "What's the game called?" "I dunno. It was on a commercial after one of the kissy shows." It took Dimitri three tries to figure out the passcode. Then, finally, he opened the app store and searched for princess games with bloody inked fingers. The girl peeked over his shoulder while he scrolled through the games, and I felt more than content just watching them. "Okay, we got Princess Hair Salon," he said.

“ He kept repeating and she shook her head. “ She's at peace now, your highness. She's at peace. “ She said and hugged him tightly despite her protruding tummy. " She's with us everyday. She won't be happy seeing you like this. You promised her to live a better life for her. Do it. “ Rosemary cried. Cristin couldn't hold back his teas. Since the princess died, the palace was never bubbly as it used to be. … LAND OF SAPPHIRE. “ Your highness, we couldn't find her. " The maid said as she shook on her feet. “ Are you mad?! You have the audacity to tell me you couldn't find her!" Nicklaus smashed his sword on the ground.

’ [Dear God, you poor little thing, you’re starving. He went back to the counter and purchased two large cookies for her and was rewarded when her pretty little face broke into a huge grin, ‘Sono per me?’ [Are they for me?] Carefully placing the glass of milk she had been drinking back on the table, ‘Sì, mia piccola principessa, ho pensato che, dato che hai due mani, potrebbe piacerti un biscotto per ciascuna di esse.’ [Yes my little Princess, I figured that as you have two hands you might like a cookie for each of the them]

My brain felt like it was short-circuiting. "Okay," I said slowly, carefully choosing my words. "I think I missed a memo. Several memos, actually. What. Just. Happened?" Gayle gave me a sheepish smile. "Well, I guess the cat's out of the bag. That's right, Gabe. I'm a princess." She said it so casually, like she was admitting she forgot to pick up milk at the grocery store. "Princess Aria Gayle Kriszle Windsor-Valois, to be exact."

Sally Acorn, the 21-year-old princess of Mobius, sat alone in her private laboratory, surrounded by bubbling beakers and glowing test tubes. She was a brilliant scientist, but her true passion lay in the creation of exotic sexual concoctions. Tonight, she planned to test her most daring experiment yet – a formula that would allow her to melt into a gooey puddle and experience unimaginable pleasures.