He Calls Me Princess Novels & Stories

She asked, taking out the books from her locker. " As you can see princess I'm doing very well," he said with a smile. I saw it as the perfect opportunity to finally ask him why he called me princess, especially since he was privileged to call me by my first and because royalty wasn't something that you used too. " You don't have to keep calling me that, I have a name you know?,' I said, closing up my locker. Mie looked up at me with a smile plastered on his face and then proceeded to chuckle lightly. I didn't understand why he was because I didn't say anything funny.

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.

His jaw clenched and he shook his head before gesturing, "You're crazy, princess." Princess was something only my dad called me at one stage in my life. When I took on the alpha role, I felt a bit odd being called by the term. Considering I was technically a princess since my father was the king, I had requested everyone just call me by that title. It made me cringe a whole lot less, but I still cringed nonetheless.

I roll my eyes when he calls me princess. I don’t want anyone calling me that. “Don’t call me that, please. I’m not a princess,” I say firmly, with a closed expression, showing how angry I am. “Sorry to disappoint you. But you are. Princess Nina, wife of Prince Eros,” he says with a cynical smile. “I’d prefer death,” I reply, and he twists his lip into a thin line. “Be careful what you wish for.” “I’m leaving; he can’t keep me here.”

I stop a few feet away from him, his eyes trail from my head to my sneakers then brings one hand towards me, grabs a handful of my hoodie at the hem, and tugs until I’m standing between his spread knees. Keeping quiet, I stare at his neck. Why can’t I bring myself to look at him? The more time I spend in his presence the more I feel the urge to smile like a loon or hide my red cheeks. “Princess…” he drawls out. My stomach both tightens and flips around when he says that, when he calls me princess. “Why do you call me that?” I murmured my eyes catching his. He arched an eyebrow “Call you what? Princess?” he pulls me closer until I’m practically on his lap.

Is it because I hit my head? “Princess…” he calls in a softer voice and stretches out his hand. “Come back to me, please.”

I just realized once again how tall he was because of that, I needed to look up a bit to meet his eyes. He looked at me as if asking what my problem was. "Last night,you also called me a princess, why are you calling me a princess?" "Because you are a princess." He said in a matter-of-fact tone, I almost rolled my eyes because of his sarcastic tone. He turned around once again and resumed walking. "How did I became a princess overnight?!" I stopped walking and asked him loudly, gaining attention from the people around us. As if on cue, a loud boom captured everyone's attention including mine and Cool.

his hand moved up and down my side in a soothing manner, "You're here, we're together. It's fine, you're fine now, my princess..." My princes... Princess... Princess... That word now felt so much more than just a title. His voice resounded in my head, calling me princess over and over again. Sometimes he said it as if it was the dirtiest word on the planet and sometimes he said it with so much love and respect that it felt so much more than just a word. I don't want to be called princess anymore... "Don't call me that..." I whispered. "What?" he asked. "That word... I'm not a princess anymore, Jack."

Sippy says from a small distance. My heart thuds louder. I’m not sure I want this but definitely, I don't want my mother's choice to be part of me. This might take me further than I’m prepared to go. But this is the best option I see right now. I'm hoping to find a way but I'm genuinely not sure. I feel like I'm a princess with my prince walking to our palace. But I snap myself from the dreamy world. I need to prepare myself for this. I can behave and gauze it with an absent mind.

"Prince wants to see you, Princess" I nodded and looked at the old lady whose mouth fell little as she called me Princess. But, Ignoring her and settling the dagger, I moved. 'This is Do or Die" I took a long breath.