How Did I Become The Princess Novels & Stories

"We don't have that kind of power, so you need to get close to the princess first." Margaret crosses her arms. "Then?" The Countess smiled wickedly as she opened her hand-fan, concealing her smile behind it. "Then, with your beauty, you can make one of the princes fall for you, making you a real princess." Margaret, who believed her mother's words, immediately stopped throwing a tantrum as she smiled widely, giggling excitedly on her chair. "Yay! I get to be a real princess!" "But you must listen to mommy first, okay?" The Countess cut off her daughter's glee.

she paused before eating more ice cream. “Do you know what happened to her in the end?” Regina paused, as if remembering the most important piece of the puzzle. “She became a princess!” “So you see, you can be whoever you want, just like Cinderella.” -=- Regina smiled. It had been years since she recalled that memory and did not realize she had any interaction with Owen’s father. It made her sad Richard Bennet did not see what a good man his son turned out to be. “Well, that’s all the time we have.”

Was she actually getting turned on by the idea of selling herself? She shook herself back to reality, Shy and paranoid as always, she shoot another quick glance at the door and its still closed. The most creepiest part was the fact that Immediately she had made a short video about herself and posted it, a strange user who she could describe as ultra king tier boss of riches quickly outbid everyone in a short period of time. While other users could only comment their disappointment and envy under her post. They were also curious about the strange user's Identity, not that she could blame them though, she was also curious because he had a blank profile, no friends, no contact info, nothing.

CHAPTER 1: The Mark That Wasn't "You're the Princess." The phone slips from my hand. It hits the floor. The screen cracks. I stare at it. I didn't move. My heart is beating too fast. Princess. Me. The girl who grew up washing plates for foster parents. The woman who wakes up at five to bake cakes for a husband who looks through me like I am glass. The cake sits on the counter. Red velvet. Darius's favorite. I made it fresh this morning. I wanted to tell him my news. The good news from the lawyer.

Unlike the first encounter of the princess toward prince Jion, this one’s very gentleman as he bowed before her before greeting her with a sincere smile. “I finally meet thee, princess.” Prince Woon took her hand and kissed it. The armies from the tribe and that of the Romanian looked at the two royals greeting each other. “The pleasure is mine, Prince Woon.” She spoke reverently which surprised the prince. She spoke a fluent language of a Romanian. “You are younger than I thought.” Exclaimed the prince. That was what the witch took away from her, her years of experiences. Previously, she was at ripe 25 but then the witch took six of her years.

he asked. “I am not a princess!” I snapped. I hadn’t been one since everything happened. Gosh, I hated my life. “You’re a princess, or should I call you a queen? That’s what you’re going to become once you get back.” A new wave of fear built inside me. The one thing I had feared facing all my life. “I’m not becoming anybody's queen, Pavel,” I insisted, but he wasn’t getting my message. He stared at me for a moment before taking a step forward. I had to will my body not to move. I had grown up around men like him and knew what they were capable of.

It was Mami that got the courage and drag me out of the room, with her cause I was also just sitting there crying. I started working as the Crown Princess, future Queen, since I can only be a Queen when my husband is the King, at first I suggest that Mami should take over, but the King reject it, saying that I am next in line as the Queen so is only natural that I resume the work now.

I was a princess, after all, I needed to enjoy being that. I rode horses, lay on the ground in the garden, bathed under the rain, played cards with the guards and maids, sneaked into the kitchen to steal chocolates, and many more crazy things. Why? Because I never thought that one day, I'll lose my parents and I would have to do something to secure my seat and position as the Luna.

It was hard enough that Alfred knew he wasn’t going to make it. And he had used the last method of survival that could have housed about ten of them till I got here for his only daughter. His princess. She was one hell of a mouthy princess and definitely the bane of my existence. I had gone from buying her toys to buying her dresses. But, from the day she turned sixteen, I had noticed the difference that my Principessa was growing into one of the most beautiful and alluring females ever. Two months before her 18th birthday, she decided to let me know she wasn’t a girl anymore.

he explained. I nodded and the most obvious thing under the sun hit me all at once. God I’m an idiot! “If I mate with one of you, would I… I would become…” I said, falling over my own words. No, no way. “You’d be a princess until it's time to change power. Then you’d be Queen,” he said, nodding. I burst out laughing but his serious face locked on mine. I looked away, hardly able to grasp it. “But I just got here. I know so little about all this. Why would anyone think I would be… That I even would deserve to be…” I trailed off, as we came out to the same river where I’d jumped in.