Gilded Princess Novels & Stories

The maids started to prepare some tea and small pastries then served them to the crown prince and the princess . " I want a chocolate cake . Please bring me one ! " said Iris . " Yes , Your Highness ! " said the maid . After some minutes , the maids served the chocolate cake and brought two plates made of gold . The moment the cake was placed on the table , Iris's eyes started to shine . ' The look in her eyes is similar to Kiara . Now that I look closely , they're a bit similar to each other . The two of them are two stupid and naive girls . ' thought Eskylrious with a smile .

“How did it go? Any promising leads?” She didn’t smile back. She sat on the stone bench opposite me, twisting her fingers together. “The meeting was fine. It was… after. I was walking back through the financial district. I cut through the plaza by The Gilded Pearl.” The Gilded Pearl. The most exclusive, notoriously discreet restaurant in the city. A place for power lunches and illicit affairs, shielded by potted palms and a membership f*e that could buy a house. A cold trickle of foreboding started in my veins. “Okay…”

She tried to distract herself from the sudden tension by looking at the restaurant. The Gilded Lily lived up to its name. Its exterior was white marble and polished brass, its tall, arching windows gleaming with warm light, exuding an atmosphere of old-world royalty and new-world wealth. It was quite the opposite of The Cozy Corner, the casual place Lucian had taken them to for their date. While The Cozy Corner was a dim, informal hangout, The Gilded Lily was classically elegant and undeniably expensive—the typical place Vyr Machiavelli would pick out.

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.

"I'm sorry, Gene. I got tricked by that man because of my lack of judgment. I was wrong! Please help me convince Mom and Dad that I won't ever do something like this again, alright?" I scoffed. "Nicki, you know very well who's the real contributor to improving our hotel's business. Yet, you made use of your status as the daughter of Hayes Group's owner and told everyone it was made possible through your efforts. "What's more, you've even worked with your clients to secretly raise funds and register a shell corporation to steal our parents' business. Am I right?" Nicki's face turned pale. She felt extremely flustered and uneasy. "You… You knew about that, too?"

Katie stopped dead in her tracks as she came face to face with the most gorgeous person she had ever seen. She had glossy, long blonde hair that begged to be touched. Katie didn't usually like blondes but she felt an exception coming on. Actually this girl was the first who had this kind of effect on her at all. Katie had been through a few rounds of "Spin The Bottle" with a few drunk friends. This however was full on devastation. She finally understood what flawless skin meant.Her make-up so carefully applied that you wondered if she had any on at all. The only giveaway was the shiny strawberry lipgloss. Katie swallowed hard as she forced herself to look away from those absolutely deliciou

Right as college acceptance letters went out, my golden boy of a brother, Bill Cyrus, spread a rumor that I stole his spot at Braxton University. His only proof was a single paparazzi shot of me standing outside the university gates. Of course, my parents believed him. To protect Bill's precious reputation, they forced me to take the fall. They even threatened to lock me away in an internet-addiction center for good to erase their embarrassment of their younger son—the one who dropped out and ran wild for a year. Watching my own family line up to tear me apart over one massive lie, the last scrap of hope I had for them shattered completely. I stopped holding back. I watched, ice-cold, a

My right brow arched as I glanced at him, but he nudged me to open it. And when I did, I was greeted by the most thoughtful gift. Nestled inside the deep red silk box was a full set of 24- karat solid gold. The earrings, slender bracelet, and chain necklace shimmered with a deep honeyed glow. But that was not the best part. Because when I peeked closer, my heart nearly stumbled in my chest. It wasn't just a gift; it was a customized jewelry set. ‘Princess’ That was the name engraved on every piece.

I could tell she was freaking out on the inside as she kept entwining her little manicured fingers. "For a princess like you, you don't have to work at a café, I just did you a favour, don't I at least deserve a thank you? " I asked her but I know she's super mad. I just wanted to tease her a little so she'd roll her damn beautiful eyes. No harm. And did I just call her princess? What is happening to me? Then she did it again and I couldn't help but compliment the adorable act. "You know, that's what makes you more beautiful than you already are. When you roll your eyes, that blue shade turn gray for 2 seconds." I could tell she was shocked since gasped and walked away before I could say a

White socks with a bit of lace, just princess enough without screaming festival. When I brought them out, Poppy tilted her head. “Is that… boring?” “It’s classic,” I corrected. “You’ll look like a well-behaved child.” “I’m not well-behaved,” she said. “I’m Villain Glitter Princess.” “Exactly,” I nodded. “Which is why you have to pretend.” She weighed that logic, then nodded slowly. “Okay. But I still want to wear a crown.” “A small crown,” I bargained. “The silver one, not the giant gold one with LED lights.”