Go Princess Go Novel Novels & Stories

“You know the people of Moonrise use any excuse to throw a festival. I am, actually, looking forward to sitting in the library alone and reading something other than dusty books about history and law, for once. The kitchen maids gave me some rather spicy recommendations for romance novels.” Jane giggles as their shadows pass my alcove. Princess Maeve walks side by side with a dainty little woman in a maid’s uniform and absolutely towers over her. Dark, thick brown hair is pulled back away from her face as the princess passes within feet of me, but she doesn’t pause, or even look over shoulder. My eyes drift down to the tight, black shorts she’s wearing. She’s barefoot, too, her arms and stom

Org said apologetically. “It’ll be a cold day in hell when L’oana is anything but a bother,” Jack hissed. “Do people still believe hell is a burning furnace?” L’oana chuckled as she rested her chin on Org’s shoulder. “I find that truly amazing. You don’t think that, do you princess?” It was clear by the way she emphasized the word princess that she was resentful of the fact. “You’re not welcome here,” Jack hissed. “You should have told me who she was, Jack,” she said flatly. “Tell me Sergeant, what do you think of Jack as your future king? When he marries the princess that’s what he’ll be.”

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.

They got down and went straight inside the room and did the necessary. Luckily, Goerge came back home an hours before the usual time but things were already in place, nothing indicates their secret journey. "Welcome, Goerge" aunty Mimi said and collected his briefcase, "aunty, I'm super tired today, where is my princess?" Goerge replied and put off his jacket. Collect his cup of water from aunty Mimi as usual, drank half and returned it. "Your princess is in her palace" she replied and walked away. Aunty Mimi was already praying to God to not make Goerge suspect Joy. She quickly placed his briefcase in his study and went to warm his food.

She wrapped her hands and legs around me while I gripped her waist in a tight hold. Why did I want Rosaline Guerra when I could have had anyone? Ladies swarmed around me in flocks, hoping to catch my attention, and yet I had chosen Rose, despite considering the risks of having her. It was not because she was a seductress with perfect features, but because she oozed a type of power similar to mine. Because she was a queen, only fit for a king and nothing less. I doubted Terenzio would ever understand that.

Looking Elaine up and down, eyeing her offered hand in particular, a smile spread across Odette's face as she reached out and shook the hand of the Princess. It wasn't exactly the gruesome results she had been looking forward to, but it was only a matter of time before the lives of everyone Elaine knew would be torn apart.

I just stare at him, my teeth chattering involuntarily as the cold falls like snow on the backgrounds of the sphere, each piece of crystallized water fluttering to its death in the gray valleys. "When the true God made this world, he made me too. He made hundreds of servants, built this great castle, and gave me companions to advise me as I ruled this kingdom. At first, there were no problems. Our land flourished. It was a land of rich nutrients and emotions dripping from the treetops and souls practically frolicking among the green plains. Everyone could use feelings of joy and happiness as proper nourishment. No one had to leave... or wanted to leave.'

The party was about to start. Valentino led Luke and Alessandra to her room. Valentino opened the door and Alessandra squealed in shock. There was a princess ballgown in the middle of the room a shiny tiara on a small table beside it. Luke was shocked upon seeing the dress. It looked like it cost thousands. "Daddy, look! It's a princess gown!" Alessandra exclaimed as she ran to the dress. "Do you like it?" Valentino asked.

It was her favorite place to be because here she could forget her past, all the loud noises of the outer world, and all the problems that awaited her outside of those four walls. The book she was reading was one of her favorites and it explained the story of a girl known as the princess of silence and included a poem that told her life story. ~A girl so happy yet so silent Her heart pure like the snow So afraid she was of people And yet she loved a boy He was as charming as a prince And lit up her world in diamonds She was the happiest she had ever been But a flower always dies Turned out he was a demon The princess he now held captive

, because that taste really touches their heart. So what will happen? Anthea closed her eyes, the soft scent of oak wafting through the air, along with Maxi's words. Reminds her of a story, about a princess. There was a little princess who did not want to settle down in a magnificent palace. She wants to get out of the high wall, to see the mysterious world out there. The princess does not want to tie her life to a political marriage, for the sake of the Royal Family. She wants to make her own decisions, to become a wine appraiser. The princess did not want to live according to the arrangement of others, including her parents. She wants to live the way she wants to live. The princess was sma