He Called Me Princess Novels & Stories

" It's me, my prince, sorry if you didn't like the Apple pie, I'll do better next time. " I felt the prince stand up, I looked at him coming towards me. " Such a beauty, how a Hazel like you ended in this terrible place " He was trying to touch my face but I stepped a step back. " You don't need to be on guard with me, I won't harm you " " I know my prince, you're a kind person " " I said don't call me prince before right? Please call me Alex " He took another step and I stepped back to touch the door handle.

I stared longingly at his hands, craving desperately to feel the warmth of another human. Maybe that will help me feel more alive and make everything around me feel more real. “I am,” he said softly, “Though I must say, you sleep like a log of wet wood, for a princess as lovely as you.” A small giggle escaped me before I could stop it, and I looked away as my cheeks warmed up to the compliment. He called me a princess. It was a name only my mother called me, even though we were mere peasants, and hearing it from him, too, made my heart flutter.

I answered. "Who is this calling at this hour." I was putting on makeup. "Hey bestie, what's wrong did you woke up on the wrong side of the bed or what?" My heart skipped a beat it always does when he speaks. "Jason don't be silly" he is such a jokester. "You know I hate it when you are sad princess" he responded. I smiled he is so sweet, thank God he can't see my face right now. "By the way I'm not sad I'm annoyed, and I told you before stop calling me PRINCESS!", he loves calling me princess, even though I love it when he calls me that, I just don't want him to.

I say standing up, but the security pulled me back down, making me sit, I looked at him with a pout. "Nu," I say in a firm voice, going to stand up again, but this time he sat me down and kept his hold on me, keeping me in place. "Stop this before I tell the princess," he says. "Me princess," I answer him, he should obey me, I'm a princess, mommy and daddy both call me princess! "Yes, your royal highness, but it's the big princess you should be worried about," the guy says, but why would I be worried about mommy?

I don’t regret a single thing but why is he not moving or saying anything? “I don’t think you need to prepare that thoroughly. You look fine, princesa.” That word again. He called me ‘mi princesa’ while he was going all in earlier, and he’s never called me that before. He calls me a princess in English, as an insult, but this time, in his own language it didn’t sound like one. It didn’t earlier and most certainly doesn’t now either, so why is he holding back now? I don’t know why it makes me giggle either way, why I am turning into that woman, the one faking confidence ask the time, but falling apart the moment she feels a cold shoulder by the guy who happens to be her situationship. Whateve

He said and began operating his phone. Afterward, he turned his phone for me to see and truly I saw a younger version of myself, holding Barlowe’s heart with blood dripping down my hands. My eyes widened and I wanted to snatch the phone from Ronald but he was fast enough to retract his hand. “Not so fast my princess,” He smirked. “Don’t call me that,” I said through gritted teeth. That was the name he called me when we were still mates. Once upon a time, I got butterflies whenever he called me his princess but at that moment, I felt nothing but disgust and rage.

dad asked skeptically. “I am not trying to bed princess, dad!” I scowled. “Princess?” dad asked with raised eyebrows. “Why do you call her a princess?” “That’s her title,” I shrugged. “Snob, is she? Asking an alpha male to call her a princess?” dad narrowed his eyes. “No, she asked me to call her Jayden, but she is a princess, dad. Have you not met her?” I asked, unable to keep the longing from my tone.

-Karen- He cupped my face again, “Now my princess is extra pretty.” I felt my cheeks get hot. Your princess… He always called me his princess anyway… Now I really am. “You haven’t blushed like that in a while…” He laughed as I turned even redder. I chuckled and hugged him tightly.

His expression was unreadable, his eyes watching me intensely. “Alright, princess.” I scowled as he called me ‘princess’ once more, my heart fluttering despite my irritation. Trying to mask my reaction, I snapped back. “Stop calling me that. I’m not your princess.” Internally, I couldn’t deny that his nickname for me was... somewhat charming, doing something to my heart though I’d never admit it to him. “Oh, but you certainly act like one. All pride and stubbornness, like a princess denied her prince.”

I reluctantly agreed, even though my plan was to yell at him for not picking my calls. He made me sit on his legs and he played with my thighs smiling and talking to whoever he was talking to on the phone. "Can I call you In like an hour or something...yeah? I got something important to take care of right now... yeah just finalize everything and let me know the final decision and all ...thanks Blake". He then looked at me, "Hey princess "he said. When he said that princess thing last night it was him begging me to cum for him, fuck no get that out of my head right now!