He Calls Me Princess Novels & Stories

My eyes flew open to a deep chuckle in front of me. Dario… oh yeah. Wasn’t I thinking of leaving before he came back? But he really is so hot… but does hotness out way scary? I still hadn’t decided. But it’s too late now. Well, done. “Principessa.” “I’m still not sure about being called a princess… well, what I guess is princess. I am definitely not a princess.” I whined and yawned as he chuckled again. I turned off my music that was still playing as he spoke.

If I was told he was ever going to do that I would have doubted it with my life but right now he just said it, he said it and I heard it. Everyone calls me princess but he has always called me a witch, him calling me a Princess was a massive win for me “What’s wrong!” He asked as he stopped smiling, he must have noticed how stunned I was “I was just kidding, I swear I saw nothing and if this is about you wearing my cloth it’s okay, I know I must have stained yours “ that was but it but i nodded “If you are okay then why are you looking like you saw a ghost?” “You called me princess!” I whispered

That he'll get whatever he wants from me, no matter what. “I will let you go. But not now, princess. First, I have to purge you. To make you see reasons why you need to preserve yourself. Why you need to act sane.” I shudder. Princess. Whenever he calls me princess it's like my insides turn to mush. I instantly feel light on my toes and heady with pride. The way he says it, with so much tenderness, yet with a solid edge of pure ownership. I'm his. Now, tomorrow, forever.

he responded and I wanted to believe him. “So then I can leave whenever I want?” I countered. “Do as I ask and you will be on your way home in no time princess.” he retorted I could tell I wasn't going to get very far with these questions. “Why does everyone keep calling me princess? I am no princess, you must have the wrong person.” “My dear Synesra, you are much more than you realize. All will be revealed in time.” he responded. “Was Damien in on this? Is that why he treated me the way he did?” I frowned.

“And I’m not a bloody idiot either, alright? I can down a full bottle of vodka and do a backflip on one leg! Evelyn knows that!” Uh huh, so he better not treat me like a child. I expect his usual chill indifference or scolding, but instead of that, he bursts into deep and booming laughter, with dimples appearing on both cheeks like magic. Then he leans in and gently pries my hands off his coat. “Easy now, princess,” he says coolly. “Ain’t no one stealing your crown.” Why the fuck does he keep calling me princess? I guess I'm so blessed to see him this drunk.

Stepping through my front door, the smell of steak, roasted vegetables, and potatoes fills my nose. My stomach growls, and I wonder just what my Princess has cooked up for us. “Is that you, Hunter?” Jessica’s voice calls out, and I freeze, eyes widening. She called me Hunter. Not Uncle Hunter like she has for over a decade, but just Hunter. “Y-yeah, Princess, it’s me.” I call back, stuttering slightly as a grin spreads across my lips.

I will be your maid here, so order me what you want, please. Lian smiles at her fondly: Thank you, Lisa; you are really cute. shyly Lisa: Thank you, ma'am. Lynn licks her lips together. Lisa, may I ask a question? Lisa nodded quickly. Of course my lady is an American. Lian Potter: What is the safest What is the name of His Highness the Prince? Surprised Lisa: He is His Highness. Prince Maxus, the sixth prince among his brothers Lian is surprised:

He says pointing to the two men near the door. He then pulled out a knife and freed me from my ropes. I immediately scrambled away from them and backed myself into a corner of the room. "Try to run, blah blah blah. You'll know what will happen." The man said, standing up and exiting the basement. One of the men moved closer to me and crouched in front of me. He moved his hand forward and caressed my cheek. "Long time no see princess. Your lucky boss ordered us not to touch you unprovoked or else we'll be having so much fun right now." He said with a sickly smirk on his face.

He took the cotton from my fingers and threw it in the dustbin. I held out the band aids. With one glance at them, he said, “No.” I frowned and still pushed them in his direction. “I don’t care how you blink those eyes at me, princess, I’m not going to put that butterfly shit on my fingers.” I rolled my lips in and looked down. “Princess...” There was a hint of warning in that single word, but I ignored it as I took that word and locked it inside my chest. To treasure it when I would need it the most. He had called me princess for only a handful of times and yet it felt like he had been calling me that since the world began, just like the pull I felt toward him since I laid my eyes on him.

I thought you didn't know who was actually calling ~hahaha, I know you princess ~so how are you doing prince ~I'm fine just bored ~ohh, I wish I could come over and cheer you up. Have a good time together. I miss you (ahhh, I didn't like where this conversation was heading. I deliberately began to cough) ~ohh prince sorry. Take some water ~I'll call you back later. Then I hung up on her Seriously The phone call was boring That's why I said I was bored