He Calls Me Princess Novels & Stories

"If you call me Princess, I'll change my name to Mandy so everyone can call me Mandy." "Don't make me angry, Mandy. Only me and your father who can call you that.." He said seriously and I chuckled. "Why so serious suddenly?" "I won't like it when someone else especially a guy calling you Mandy. I will flip.." "You're weird." I rolled my eyes even though he can't even see me. "If you want me to be a good King who never kill someone.. then don't try to go around telling everyone to call you Mandy."

“Your Highness.” A deep male voice called. “My love.” A woman’s beautiful voice spoke with a smile on her lips. “Happy birthday.” The male voice said. The man and the woman danced, when suddenly the scene changed. “The king is dead!” someone screamed. “FATHERRR!!!” the woman’s voice wailed in anguish. The scene changed once again and things became fast-paced. “Protect the princess!” “Take her away to escape!” Then, the tall and heavy doors suddenly closed, trapping people inside it.

It was a gift he gave me so we would never lose touch on either of our journeys. "Princess Diana... How are you today beautiful!" He says with a smile. He has been calling me Princess Diana since I was a baby and has never stopped, even when I have begged. His dark maroon hair slicked back as if he were the King. Bright Hazel eyes, bluer than my Ireland green ones, shining with joy. "I am okay, Dracarys. I am just making a projection spell. How did you even find time to call me through this mirror?" I giggle. "You usually only ever call me for emergencies this way, but your tone says nothing is of urgency."

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.

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.

She said to herself. First of all...She was going to call Mirabelle. She didn't have much news about her and it was...she was the princess so...She will surely be able to help her and give her advice... Without wasting time, the young woman grabbed the phone and dialed the princess's number. Remembering the cameras so she left the room to go into the bathroom... The phone rang again and again but no one answered. Kaya tried to call again but this time the phone didn't ring for long, she immediately got her answering machine.

Until she came. "Princess, come..." My mate’s sexy voice snapped me out of my thoughts. Despite our age, he never forgot to call me his princess, even though he had been treating me like a queen. My eyes darted at the naked treat in front of me while I licked my lips in anticipation.

I followed. "Thank you kind sir. But please don't call me a Princess anymore." I said and sat down. He raised an eyebrow at me. "Why?" "I don't like to be called a Princess. It gets on my nerves." I shuddered. My mistake when I said that it got on my nerves when I saw him smirk. "If you hate it so much, then all the more reason to call you a Princess."

But I wasn’t about to just give myself up and so I pushed on, the sweat dripping down my body with the effort. One this that had started to get on my nerves, was everyone’s obsession with calling me “Princess,” I may come from so called demon royalty. But one things I am definitely not is a Princess. “Stop calling me that!” I shout, my voice wavering slightly under the strain. “I am not your Princess.” “Ah, but I’m afraid you are Princess, in more ways than one.” “What, what do you mean?” I force through clenched teeth.