He Calls Me Princess Novels & Stories

he said and chuckled. "Why do you call me princess?" I questioned once I was out of my daze. "Because I can't call you Angel as it's already your name" he explained as if it was obvious. "Would you prefer babe?" he asked, wearing his usual smirk. "Let's stick to princess" I said, horrified by the idea of being called babe. Only one person used to call me babe. That person was Ryan. "We're here" he said as we stood in front of a death machine.

I wanted him to know how official and serious this was. “The look does not fit you well, Princess.” The resolve I had almost came crashing around me as soon as those words fell off his lips. He called me princess and had a way of messing with my head a little bit. “What?!” I asked in the most bewildered tone I have and I swear, that is the most I have Beeing in a while.

"Nah you are too hot for a nerd." I let out a soft chuckle. "Does this usually works?" He grinned and shrugged. "Most of the time." "Is that your best?" I challenged, taking a mini step towards him. He looked out at the small gap left between us and back at me. "Ever heard of a princess?" My eyebrows drew closer in confusion. "Yeah?" "Take my number. Call me if you wanna be treated like one." A laugh escaped my mouth as I shook my head. "I had read that one, should have seen it coming."

I whisper. Suddenly he snarls. "He will. You are his little plaything, according to her. He will come and give me what I want to save you. He called you Princess! He never calls girls pet names. He'll give me what I need!" He nods his head enthusiastically, like that all made perfect sense. It didn't.

I said. "Why? What do you want me to call you huh?" He asked. I looked at him and he still had a smile on his face. He raised both his eyebrows while still smiling and looking at me. "Just call me whatever you want but not that one," I told him. I looked away again and focused my attention on the plants. "Why? Calling you princess is cute. You are a real princess, by the way, you grew up like one." He says. "Shh." I hissed.

He picked up after a few rings. "My princess!" He called out excitedly from his end. "How are you doing?" But there was no response from my end. "What’s going on?" "Nothing much." I replied casually. "There is something going on, you sound so different." He told me. "How?" I asked. "You didn't even try stopping me when I called you princess." He pointed out. I chuckled. "Well, let's say today is your lucky day." "In that case, would you visit me me today then?" He asked.

“I won't look at you through the surveillance or monitor you.” “So you are saying you are going to stop stalking me?” “I won't call it stalking.” He tried to justify himself, “I call it looking out for someone.” “No matter what you say, stalking is stalking.” “Fine, Princess. We will have it your way.” He said. I stopped and took a step back. “Princess? Did you just call me ‘princess’?” “Yes. Why? You don't like it?” He sounded amused. I said, “No, don't call me that. It's cringe.”

"Please, call me Sol. 'Prince Sol' will only make the power go to my head, Princess." I tilted my head, meeting his gaze with the cool confidence of someone who had built an empire from dirt. "Well now, Sol, I am not a princess as you well know. I am more of a Queen." "Queen, huh?" Sol’s smirk widened, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous purr. "I like that more myself."

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

I say making amends with the fact that there’s no tomorrow, I knew life was short, but didn’t expect it to be this short. “I’m calling him,” the princess says, she got her phone from Thoe and called him, dead…