He Calls Me Princess Novels & Stories

he called me again. "Mo- Morning Mr. Elvis." I reply, but then I clear my throat. He look at me with his dark eyes like he does not like my way of greet. I suddenly correct my words. "I mean Elvis." he cooks his head. "so Roose Do you like roses?" I stare at him in shock, knowing exactly what he is talking about. "You mean, the roses are from you?" i asked in a shattered voice, I know I sound surprised and little stupid. "Yes," he admits and walks toward me.

He stretched. “I don’t want to, I am fine walking on my own,” I said “Well, you don’t seem fine to me, you still limp to walk and I don’t want anything happening to you on my watch, so please Princess Edwina let me get you on the horse! “Hey, what suddenly changed? When did I suddenly become a princess to you again” I couldn’t help but notice that he kept calling me princess. So all of a sudden I have become a princess? What an asshole!

Why did you call me that ," I asked but she furrowed her brows ,guess she didn't understand. "What is it, my princess? "The 'my princess' phase you call me ,I am no princess,why all this respect ,my name is Naunet and I am just like you , I explained to clarify things . "Oh dear you are a princess and you deserve to be respected , aren't you aware that you will birth a king , that makes you a princess , and a princess lives inside you , isn't that enough reason to call you a princess ,she smiled with curious eyes .

Belinda asked. "He has been calling me princess for so long, Belinda" "And does he call any other lady Princess?" Belinda questioned and Mireille hesitated a bit, thinking. "I have never heard him call another lady princess" she replied after the fee seconds of thinking. "Exactly! He finds you special and that is why he calls you a princess! Listen to me, Mireille. No man would call a woman his princess if he does not want that woman" Mireille let out a nervous chuckle and tucked her hair behind her ears.

"Do you want the custom made dress?" "Yes," "Then I don't care about the price." "I feel like I've broken your bank." "I don't care about how much I lose if it means that you have a smile on your face princess." I smiled at his response. "Can I know why you call me that please?" "Princess?" I nod.

I defended myself and he laughed “Whatever you say, Princess.” He tells me. I raise my eyebrows as soon as I heard the word he said Princess? Last time I checked no body is royalty here. “Princess?” I asked and he nodded, leaning closer to me. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I tried to get used to the close proximity between us. “Yes, except you’d like me to call you something else. You look like a princess tonight and I thought I’d call you that.” He says casually, his eyes straying to my lips for the eight hundred time today.

After few minutes we reached my home and I got down. “Stella!” he called me. I bent forward and saw him through the car window. “You are royal. Classy.” Hearing him again my lips curved up with smile. Looking at me his lips curved up with a smirk. He continued telling “Oh Stella! I’m sorry I lied to you. I consider myself as a prince and you are going to be my girlfriend. So prince’s girlfriend is princess.” He laughed. My expression changed hearing him. I let out a sigh and shouted “You are not a prince. You are an idiot."

Justin is good at reading me to get what he wants. Never in all my life has someone called me princess, because I’ve never been one in any sense of the word. When he kept saying it as he kissed me all over and laid his claim to my body, the word started to change in my mind, and I found I want to be his princess. “I think you love it when I call you princess.” “Lies.” This time when he thrusts, it’s strong and deep, and I moan loudly.

He spoke up, his hand on my shoulder. Princess. "Why.." I opened my eyes to meet his. "Why did you call me that?" "What? Princess?" He stepped back, taking a seat on the chair next to mine, placing his hand on the island. I shook my head. "Never -" "It just slipped out of my mouth. I'm sorry if it made you feel uncomfortable" He chuckled, looking at me softly I adjusted well on my seat. "Right. I don't like it" Because it made my heart beat - in a happy way.

he asks, glaring at me, though I can see the faintest hint of amusement in his eyes. “Do what? Joke around?” I smirk, playing innocent even though we both know exactly what he means. “Call me Princess!” His tone is sharp, but I know it’s more annoyance than anger. My grin widens, and I lean closer to him. “Because everyone else calls you Prince. I like Princess.” “It makes me sound soft,” he grumbles, his arms crossing defensively.