His Princess Devotional Novels & Stories

I've been gazing at my Princess since how long I don't even know. She is in my arms, sleeping peacefully in my shirt. She's so beautiful from inside and outside both. Her long black eyelashes, her tiny nose, her rosy red lips, her smooth and chubby cheeks, her round chin, her long and shiny black hair, her soft skin, I can stare at her all day. How can I forget about her beautiful and pure heart, mind and soul? I love everything about her and feel so blessed to have her in my life. She has completed me, given me a new life and taught me how to live life to the fullest. She has given me the reason to live, and the reason is she herself. Her name is written in my every breath and my heart beat

her princess in the carriage. Princess Samoa has her professional 'princess look' on her face. Haughty lift of her chin. A blank unsmiling face. Eyes straight ahead. Mouth snapped together. A typical princess look. But once thing about a personal maid's relationship with her princess is that the personal maid already knows her princess really well. Having been with her for so many years. "Everything will be alright, my princess." Delva tried to say in consolation. "Stay away from me, Delva." Princess Samoa snapped.

“I beg your pardon but the princess was summoned, not a witch” A gentle wind mockingly pass them as everywhere became silent safe for the animals that were all going about their nocturnal activities. The lady stared at George with wide eyes for a few seconds before bursting into laughter “Oh my, i guess i didn't introduce myself” she straightened herself and made an elegant pose, the moon over her igniting her grace “I am Princess Larissa of Windfall, feel free to fall on your knees in reverence, though i can see that most of you are already on your knees”

I wonder what was that and why me ! such bad nightmare . Once sun threw her strings declaring her time worthy to be in the show, i quickly left my room and went to my mom's , just to threw myself on her fragile body to get her hug that's so healing to my soul ,she made me forget about it with only touching my hair and we carried on our daily adventure in our life , where I have to read a book a day , cook a meal with the maids, clean afterwards for sure , take my lessons in healing and equestrian , you might wonder how can a princess be raised like this specially under her mother's provision who is quietly the rightful queen and initially a former princess.

Although Alpha Ben is called cousin by my dads, he technically isn't family, and I don't want to make a negative impression. ALPHA BEN "You look fine, Chels," I say as a laugh rumbles out from deep inside my chest. "Laugh at me all you want, Ben, but I refuse to look anything less than perfect. This is the princess, for crying out loud. Her mother is next in line to become our Goddess. Her Fathers are over a hundred years old. Not to mention the trio killed Lord Stefan," Chelsea says as she reapplies a different shade of lipstick. I stroll across our large room and place my hands on her shoulders. Her brown eyes meet my blue ones in her mirror.

It was her favorite place to be because here she could forget her past, all the loud noises of the outer world, and all the problems that awaited her outside of those four walls. The book she was reading was one of her favorites and it explained the story of a girl known as the princess of silence and included a poem that told her life story. ~A girl so happy yet so silent Her heart pure like the snow So afraid she was of people And yet she loved a boy He was as charming as a prince And lit up her world in diamonds She was the happiest she had ever been But a flower always dies Turned out he was a demon The princess he now held captive

She’s sure of herself and her surroundings. She’s much more attractive this way, despite the way she’s looking at me… which isn’t of desire or want. Her look is of pure loathing. I shift on the slightly uncomfortable sofa, “Princess, I can understand if you don’t want to see me again, if you say it after we’ve spoken, I will take on your wishes. I will accept your rejection, but before you do that, please hear me out.” Nerves grip my stomach, what if she doesn’t want to listen? I will walk away… but can I?

- Do not be disappointed, if he is ever unpleasant to you, you will eventually get used to it. - Don't worry. I'm not going to die... She didn't intend to show herself as a weak princess, who will accept anything he says... No matter how handsome he might be, she wasn't going to let him get to her. She looked at the picture one last time before putting it back in the envelope... She was ready. *** - I'm not ready. - You are... Focus. They're coming...

It was unbearable that she absolutely lose all the power to get up, but then she tried to fit in and listen with unequal complaints of people that are mostly told to be living a poorest state. The princess put her hands above her head while slowly processing all the hatred of each of them. Moaning in pain, as it continuously throbbing. She was getting dizzy and unable to make a step away from the book as it was expectedly consuming all her energy till her soul finally get in the mysterious book.

replied Laura. The Princess continued, "I don't actually enjoy this life of royalty. I yearn for freedom. And I've never had a true friend. They all see me as just a princess and are unwilling to play with me. So, you're truly my first friend. Thank you for bringing me to this beautiful place. Just seeing it has opened my heart." Laura felt a deeper empathy for the kind-hearted Princess, remembering her own childhood. However, she also envied the Princess's privileged life, while she had been overlooked.