Gilded Princess Novels & Stories

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.

The Billionaire’s Gilded Cage By Golden Tree They dressed her with silk and silence. Beneath the light of Seoul’s finest chandeliers, Chaewon Kim stood like an impossibly shaped statue—flawless, beautiful, untouched. The designer evening gown clung to her body in shining folds of ivory and silver, the off-the-shoulder cut beautiful with china skin. To the observing superior, she was the very picture of poise and privilege. A beautiful heiress claiming her rightful place at the peak of authority. But beneath her composed facade, she was drowning.

Do I need to act like a different woman when I'm in front of him to win him over? I straightened my outfit and adjusted my posture. Even though my clothes weren't as revealing as the uniforms of his staff, I was confident in myself and how I presented myself to him. After all, I am Princess Cassandra, raised with good poise, elegance, and manners. I am confident in myself. I won't be embarrassed.

She lost her crown, her name, and her face—only to discover the truth behind the throne. Ariana Ophelia possessed everything a woman could desire: a crown, a kingdom, total power, and a prince who swore his devotion. Determined to prove herself stronger than her late father, she ruled Roseberst with an iron fist, trading compassion for absolute authority. Until she goes to sleep a ruthless queen—and wakes up a powerless servant. Trapped in the battered body of Elena, a maid she humiliated hours before, Ariana wakes into a twisted reality: her dead father is alive, the palace is subtly changed, and another woman sits on her throne—wearing Ariana’s exact face. When Ariana tries to re

She had already given Petric her heart and her loyalty, and he had returned it to her shattered. An hour later, the cold New York rain stung her face as she stepped out of a cab in Chelsea. She found The Gilded Fang behind an unmarked iron door. Inside, the atmosphere was thick with the scent of expensive cigars and the metallic tang of aged blood. Melchi was easy to spot, draped across a velvet booth in the far corner. "The Princess of the North," Melchi remarked smoothly. "Avin said you were coming. He didn't mention you’d be traveling without a guard. Bold. Or desperate."

"Princess...Levara?" The woman standing before her was unmistakable. Long golden-brown hair, pale skin, crimson eyes and soft pink lips. The beautiful face that Elly had seen on television countless times, the beloved Princess of Avenor. Her princess. Levara. But something was terribly wrong, Levara's eyes were empty, there was no warmth in them, they looked almost lifeless. As if the woman standing before Elly had already died long before her body had ever stopped breathing. Elly swallowed.

She held it toward her daughter with a satisfied curl of her lips. “To the fall of the High Realm’s most beloved princess,” she said, each word dripping with delight. Seraphine laughed, a sharp, brittle sound that cut the air. She clinked her glass against her mother’s, eyes bright with triumph. “To the beginning of our reign.” They drank. Seraphine sprawled back in her velvet chair, one leg draped over the other, her gown shimmering in soft shades of rose gold and cream. She looked breathtaking, radiant, victorious. The look of someone who finally believed the world had been set right beneath her feet.

A faint mockery was in her eyes as she looks at me. Seriously? I thought that this woman is a kind person, but she's just another witch all along. "Why so? Am I not worth of such a luxurious date, like you said?" "Gold diggers are all acting like the same." Claudia said. I scoffed. These two witches have the same attitudes as well. I wonder how Conrad could be so blind that he even go on a date with this kind of a woman. "Being a gold digger is fine. At least no one will ever be calling me mistress whenever people are around."

“I’m not on anyone’s payroll, Jordan. I’m your stepsister idiot. He finally turned, a smirk playing on his lips. “Stepsister. Right. And I’m the King of England.” He took a step closer, his eyes narrowing. “Let’s be honest, shall we? You’re a sugar baby, aren’t you? Pretty face, young enough to still pass for innocent, but with an eye for the finer things. My father has a type. Ella’s hands clenched into fists at her sides. The audacity of him, the sheer, unbridled arrogance, stole her breath. “How dare you?” she managed, her voice trembling with suppressed fury.

"The Grand Princess is not going to return those pieces. And she is not going to pay you ten thousand gold." Vivienne's head came up sharply. "How dare you." "She has the jade. She has the silver. She will keep them, and she will keep the gold she promised, and she will tell you the wager went the other way, or that you misremember the terms, or that the bet was never sealed. That is what she will do." I held her eyes. "Because that is what she has been doing to you all along."