God's Favorite Princess Novels & Stories

"Chase me, Father!" Shouted the eight-years-old Princess Amayah of Lancayan. They are in the palace garden and are having fun playing. Her father, King Kendra chases after her while laughing. They were also accompanied by her older sister, Princess Aloha and their mother, Queen Aruha. They picture a happy family that anyone would envy.

“The Lords envisioned ruling over every being, with the power from each Clans. That plot wasn’t successful after the accident; however, it affected the fate of our Princess who was taken to an orphanage,” What exactly was happening? Mum wasn’t my mum? Dad wasn’t my dad too? How… Just how… “Cithara,” Gasps resonated the room once more. “That is where she was raised all through her life.” The brilliant dark-skinned woman, directed her hands towards the jury. “The Death Goddess, mother of all vampires, paired our Princess to the Dark Prince.” More pants echoed the Sea instantly. “His name is Javier Vasco Zapetero,”

I blurted, unable to understand his logic. Charles smiled and elaborated, "I want to know what it feels like to be cherished by someone unconditionally and without reserve. I want to know whether I can be as lucky as he was to be loved by you and spoiled silly." Charles proceeded to tell me that back when he was 18, he had the world at his feet. It had seemed as if everyone adored him, but in truth, everyone wanted something from him. Even Jenna, who claimed to love him, raised him to play the role of the perfect heir. He wasn't allowed to falter or have any desires of his own. His only acts of rebellion were marrying Whitney and joining the military.

“I could have,” I agreed cheerfully. “But I am polite.” They nodded quickly. Respectfully. A few wolves approached me. “Princess,” one said with wide eyes, “you fight beautifully.” “She does not need magic,” another whispered. “No wonder she survived her realm.” I blinked. The admiration felt strange. Warm. New. Unfamiliar in a way that hurt. But also healed. Marek stepped even closer, voice low enough for only me to hear. “You surprise everyone.”

From drooling on the one person I'm trying the most to stay away from. I exhaled deeply, pinching the bridge of my nose why did the Gods hate me so much. This is fine. Everything is fine. I am totally, absolutely fine. And then, just to ruin my already fragile sanity— Creed stepped in, unworried and effortlessly hot, Zara by his side, flipping he r hair around like she was starring in her personal movie. I wanted to throw myself into the fireplace, why was I good and why did I win this trip anyway?

"Fine. Tell me what I like. I want yo know if you really have such powers." "Ok... You like your mother's food." Christopher said. "What?" Rose said. "That's not the answer dad!! Mom's food is not a name of any food." Princess complained after he said that. "Don't you understand what I said? I said your favorite food is your mom's food and I know I am right." Christopher said. "No!... You are wrong. My favorite food is white rice and stew." Princess answered. "And who cooks that food?" Christopher asked after Princess said what her best food is.

Aliyah The king and queen of the supernatural world, Matteo and Freya Harith, are known as the most powerful beings in our realm. Their reign saw them through two wars led by their uncle and aunt, both of which they won successfully. They had twins named Leo and Luna, whom they loved dearly and who were destined to inherit their kingdom.

No matter how enticing the idea of reunion could have been. I am a principle-oriented person that is why I am a queen. I set principles and I do not compromise. Not even for love. When I felt and saw Hermes, I just concluded that he had worked hard to revive me so we could be together. As well as save the universe side by side.

Viktor POV “Goddess, I know it’s only been a couple of months but man, I’ve missed this place,” Cedric said with a sigh. I took my seat at my desk and chuckled. “We’ve missed you here, Cedric,” I said. “So tell me. That other girl is the princess? As in, Princess Violette Dubois of the werewolves?” He asked. I nodded my head. “Yes, my slave princess,” I said. He let out a chuckle.

Nathan asks in a whisper. "Well yeah, what else were you thinking." Isabella rolls her eyes. She doesn't notice this but this grabs a lot of the crowd's attention to her. They have never seen the princess so carefree with anyone other than her family and close friends. Some of the werewolves had their reservations about this whole mating with a god thing but it seems like they are really mates. A princess and a god, now that is something to be proud of. They can't wait to tell the other kingdoms about this feat.