He Called Me Princess Novels & Stories

Stepping through my front door, the smell of steak, roasted vegetables, and potatoes fills my nose. My stomach growls, and I wonder just what my Princess has cooked up for us. “Is that you, Hunter?” Jessica’s voice calls out, and I freeze, eyes widening. She called me Hunter. Not Uncle Hunter like she has for over a decade, but just Hunter. “Y-yeah, Princess, it’s me.” I call back, stuttering slightly as a grin spreads across my lips.

I tried my best to calm down, but that was futile. "Are you okay, Sona?" One of the maids asked Perhaps she noticed how nervous I was. "Sona?... Did you just call me Sona?" You should address me properly. I am the future luna, I poured all my anger on her. The fact that a palace maid looks down on me too was more suffocating than wearing a wedding dress against your wishes. There was a knock on the door. "My lady, it's time," a young girl said as she bowed. She led me downstairs.

She also witnessed how the prince's eye twitched before sipping his drink. He called her "Princess Celine." I am pleased to hear that this is something that makes you happy, really. However, I must say that I was not the one who invited you. And also, you were not the only one invited. Lastly, I wouldn't call this wonderful. Please be a little bit more mindful of what happened for us all to end up meeting like this."

“Ren, honey, time to wake up. Let’s have a late lunch and head out.” ‎ ‎I looked up at him. “Where to?” ‎“Shopping, princess,” he said. ‎I scrunched my nose up when he called me princess, but it made heat pool at the bottom of my tummy. He must have noticed the way I tensed because he smirked and said, “You prove again and again why you’re perfect. Come on, get up. Let’s get food in you then head out.” ‎

he whined. Wait... Did Oak just call me a princess? Surely, I wasn’t dreaming because that was the sweetest thing anyone has ever called me! I tried to sit up, but he held me down, his cheeks between my breasts. "I... You just called me princess. Do you forget what I am here?" "I don’t care," he scoffed. I bit my lips. "But, I do," I argued. Oak looked positively confused, but still he leaned in for another kiss. "I don’t get why," he mumbled.

he said with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes at all. Princess? Since when did Adrain start calling me that or probably the moment I jumped out, a bird threw a stone at his head that's why he now sees me as a Princess. “That's a logical explanation” I said to myself nodding my head. “Thank heavens you understand, I was thinking we have to do another marathon for me to get you into the car which I didn’t plan on doing anyway cause you're coming with me” What the fuck is wrong with this psycho, I wasn’t even talking to him, I had forgotten the last thing he said and was just wondering why he had called me Princessin the first place.

Gosh I hate his so much. “What did you expect me to do when I found my home like this?” I asked back. “Fair enough princess” he called me princess on purpose because he knows I hate it when he calls me that. I spit on his face in anger. Either way I know I’m doomed at least I got to do something I’ve always wanted to do.

I pulled him away and began to walk to the car. “Wow, you're mean.” He walked behind me. “Whatever.” “When all of this is all over and I finally snag you, I promise to deal with you on my bed.” Something jolted through me at his words. “Yeah right. Like I'll ever make it to your bed again.” “We'll see about that Princess.” Now he was calling me princess? I was beginning to crack because the corners of my lips lifted as we got in the car, and he caught on.

His lips tugged forming a dazzling smile. I was vaguely aware of the heat that rushed everywhere inside my body. My face blushed. Not only that, my heart was thumping incredibly fast against my chest. I dropped my eyes to the floor, willing the ground to just open up now to swallow me whole, make me disappear from this situation I find myself stuck in. “It’s a pleasure meeting your acquaintance, princess.” My eyes widened slightly at what I just heard. He called me “princess.” Since when did anyone call me a princess? When I’m a slave to my own pack, and they know it.

What has gotten into me, finally clearing my head I go to turn and remember what he called her ‘Princess’ and it didn't seem a term of endearment. Who is this fucking woman?