Novel & Cerita Greek Princesses

"Don't you guys recognise me? Even a commoner from Vesilios can recognise me." Stefanos turned to Draco, giving him that look as if to ask, 'You know this chick?' to which Draco looked back at the lady, trying to read her face before it clicked in. Eyes turned wide and lips parted, Draco stared in surprise at the lady before him. "Of course! How could I forget? The Princess!" "The what?" Draco turned back to Stefanos, pointing towards the lady. "That's Princesss Augustina, the princess of Vesilios, daughter of King Archibald the Great."

*Mt. Olympus, Greece* "Thank you so much polyagapiménos" Thaelia exclaimed as the nymph finished filing her nails, leaving the moon princess with a perfect manicure. Eliza, the nymph smiled in response and parted with a bow, after taking her basin of filthy water with her. That's the thing with people working under her, they never uttered a single word, which she never understood. Why was it so forbidden for them to talk with her? Just a friendly chat?

Among the eighteen generals of Regal Palace and the five Heavenly Kings, only Xyris and Olympias were women, so their relationship was amicable. Xyris smiled and nodded. “Sister Olympias, you’ve grown more beautiful.” “You silly girl, you’ve learned how to flatter others now?” Olympias laughed and then looked at Xanthus. “We were all in such a hurry yesterday that I didn’t have time to ask you when you two are getting married?” Xyris and Xanthus grew awkward as soon as the words were spoken. That said, it seemed Xanthus seemed more bashful compared to Xyris.

"Princess Quinn, did you noticed, Felicia has been overjoyed since yesterday, I saw her walked in some odd old clothes last night I can't explain the reason for her happiness, what do you think we should do? princess Quinn walks closer to her sister princess lelay from her room to her balcony she looks down with hate and disgust in her eyes at Felicia who joyfully walked past. Princess Quinn was a blond-haired beautiful lady, she had green emerald eyes with a perfect body unlike her younger sister lelay with small delicate features, her perfect boobs slender to the shape of her hips and curves, she was on a semi-transparent white robe which made her look like a Greek goddess. She was the exa

she said proudly as they stepped into Olympus without a hitch. Veronica dusted her dress off, "Never do that again." "Why? I thought you liked destroying things." Alice said, walking gaily more into the Olympian territory. "Veronica, Princess of Lust, and Park Alice of the Summer Isles. To what do we owe the honor of having our gates blasted to bits?" A surprisingly good-natured voice greeted them. Veronica almost snorted in laughter at what was said. But she immediately clamped it down as three goddesses showed themselves in front of them, looking intimidating and almost identical to each other, only to be identified by the different colors they wear.

she replied pleasantly. "Oh, I know you would like it. I'm feeling quite parched so let's get a drink nearby. Don't worry, I know just the place for that," the princess said, dragging her away once more. They stopped in front of a building with a signboard that read Gelta Salon. Opening the door, she was presented with the largest gathering of noblewomen that was not a tea party. It resembled a restaurant but it was also vastly different from that because although the tables were filled with snacks, the ladies were more focused on other things.

“I need a bath” “at your service my princess”,the maid said and hurried to prepare her bath. Meet Dianne princess of Mesopotamia daughter to king Maximilian11 and the apple of his eyes, a girl who always has everything shoes silvers gold jewelries dresses. One thing about is that she is not the sort of prim or even proper infact she is the exact opposite. Sexy as hell with her fiery red hair her gleaming green eyes infact she’s the exact opposite of a typical princess we know I mean she’s not the type to cry over a torn dress or a swollen ankle but she definitely loses it if her dress is not embroidered with jewels I’ll say she’s the living Nefertiti an Egyptian goddess on Earth .

The fourth princess was not willing to spread such a scandal… But compared to her kneeling to some foreigner, that was nothing… Jason was not her only man anyway.

They stopped before the throne and bowed. “Greetings, Alpha. Greetings, Luna,” they said together. Polly studied them one by one. They were beautiful, graceful, rehearsed. She smiled. Too bad they’ll all be dead soon. The women gave their names: “Princess Casandra of RedBrooks Pack,” said the first one with brown eyes, her head bowed. “Princess Amira of Hoodwinds Pack,” said the middle one, with thick black hair, shorter than the rest. And then the last:

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.”