He Calls Me Princess Novels & Stories

He stops on this track at the mention of his name and turns around to face me, confusion evident on his face. "Do you need anything, princess?" I love it when he calls me princess. I actually feel like I am an actual princess. I gave him my sweetest and cutest smile, at least I tried. "Yes," "What do you want? I will bring it for you when I'm back." "No, I don't want that. I want to go with you. I'm bored here. Sometimes I feel like I'm a prisoner here," I let out a small laugh at my own words.

My phone buzzes as I checked to see it was him. Luca “Dress sexy, princess, n see you by 7…” Something in my stomach tingled at the way he always calls me princess. I didn’t reply. “Drive…” I said to the driver as I looked outside the window. Overnight my life and everything just changed all because of one person. I only wanted to be sure my mum was okay. I don’t care about this lifestyle.

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With a heavy sigh, I walk towards the palace. Chris is already waiting for me, picnic basket in hand, with a giant smile on his face. I can feel the ache in my face from the giant smile that I have plastered on my face. Preston is standing beside him and shakes his head. He seems to be a great guy. It’s always pleasant to be around him. “Good afternoon, Princess.” Chris speaks softly. I raise my brows at him. “Since when do you call me Princess, my King?” The boys laugh. “Oh, he’s ‘your king’ now, is he?” Preston jokes.

“He needs to ask me out again for me to go out with him. I can’t just suddenly call him to tell him otherwise!” “You are so petty!” Elena snapped her brows, laughed, and laughed. “I don’t want to appear to be too easy, sister. There is a huge difference between both.” “I doubt you kept a straight face when you saw him.” Ariana exhaled, shook her head, and then groaned. “He called me princess and I blushed.” “How many kingdoms does your father rule?” Elena burst into laughter. “That is little. I almost called him a prince too. Gosh, I seemed too excited. That was stupid right?”

I muttered as I turned my head and looked away. I didn't do it on purpose. I was just surprised, that he caught me staring at those kissable lips I was about to... Oh my Goddess, I couldn't even say it in my mind not would I want to dwell on it any more than I should. “You’ve hurt me, princess.” There he goes again. He dare call me princess when he doesn't even act like a prince even if he looks like it. He is more classified to be the King. “How?” I asked all innocently.

Things are getting out of hand on a daily basis. A few seconds later, he picked up the call. "Hello, my princess," he called me, as he used to address me.

He snapped his fingers in front of my face and it was then I realized that he had come so close to me. "Don't call me that." I slapped his hand away, hating the word "princess." It was another reason I disliked him so much because I thought he was looking down on me by calling me a princess when I was in fact a Queen. "Alright." He said as he brought a dagger and pointed it at me. Saliva gathered in my mouth as a huge lump formed in my throat. "W-what are you d-doing?" I tried to keep my voice from trembling but failed.

*Sorry? *That's not enough Princess* He started calling me that yesterday after I refused to call him Prince Charming. He thought calling me Princess would make me call him Prince Charming, his plan failed because I am not calling him that. Though my refusal didn't stop him from calling me Princess and I would be lying if I say I don't revel on it. *You should call me Prince Charming and I will drop the matter* *NEVER* *Hmmm* *I learnt some new acronyms* I have always used simple acronyms to chat him up and will always tell him the meaning, he is really new to chatting.

He looked up when he saw me approaching, and shot to his feet. “What are you doing up?” he asked. “Just help me,” I said. He did. He took my elbow and guided me over to the tree, where I sat down next to him. The ground was cold through the thin fabric of the dress, and the morning air was cool, and somewhere behind us on the highway the traffic droned steadily past. I pulled my knees to my chest and stared straight ahead for a moment. Then I took a breath. “Callum,” I said, turning to him, “I’m the princess. Not Bianca.”