I'm Not A Princess Novels & Stories

For a brief moment I thought it was my mother, until Felipe came through the door. - Hi, you're here already - I smiled as I saw him enter my room. - Yes my princess, you look very beautiful. - He said pulling me around the waist. I was wearing a black dress that emphasized my curves, my make-up was light, I wore only a base and a kitten eyeliner, along with a purple lipstick, which matched very well with what I was wearing. - You look like a prince, as always! - I returned the compliment. - You know I love it when you compliment me, don't you? - he asked, whispering, which gave me goose bumps.

Damon was a knight. And I was the princess who didn't get her prince charming. Even thought I didn't have my prince charming, I didn't deserve a monster. Even though I didn't have a prince, I had a knight. My soul belonged to the king and my heart was with the knight. ***

“Get off my face, you damned cat!” I gaped at them, then stared in horror at Winnie who pointed a wand at me. I blurted out, “I don’t want to be a princess. Please don’t hurt me.” “Don’t worry, this won’t hurt, and you’ll thank me for it. You haven’t had a human long enough to know this, but every little girl wants to be a princess. Have a good trip, Princess Daisy. Stella ardenti reditus.”

He opened his mouth, but I pushed forward, the words rising like a tide. “Do you know what it’s like to walk into a room and feel everyone’s disgust like it’s a slap to the face? To be told you’re not good enough, not strong enough, not royal enough? I can’t match you, Damian. I’m not a princess. I wasn’t raised with titles and etiquette and pack politics. I’m just… me. And being with you means I’ll never be enough.” His eyes darkened as I went on, the words spilling faster now.

I said. Ignoring the look of despair on his face, I linked my arm with Lucian's and continued upstairs. Once we were out of his sight, I pulled away from Lucian. "Thanks for helping me with that little act," I said, grateful for his support. He smiled warmly, his tone light. "It was nothing. Remember how we used to play prince and princess when we were kids?" - Jason refused to sign the divorce papers. So, I handed over the evidence of his infidelity to my lawyer and filed for divorce.

“Yes.” I lift my head. “Adrian, I’m not.” “A princess,” he finishes for me, like it’s a title he’s already accepted as reality. “You are, Abby.” The word makes my skin prickle. Princess. It sounds like power. It also sounds like a target painted on my chest. “I don’t want people bowing,” I say, because that’s the only fear I can name without choking. Adrian’s eyes soften by a fraction. “They will.”

Who were we trying to fool right now? “You and I both know that I am nowhere close to a princess, Adam. I don’t even do curtsies for God’s sake! And besides, I didn’t know we simply need a flower crown to be a princess,” I joked and gave him a playful shove. He laughed with me but once he sobered up, he said words that I never thought I would hear from anyone. “I know that you’re not a princess in anyone else’s eyes but I don’t need you to be. You can always be my princess,” It was cheesy but it gave me shivers and truth to be told, I had no idea what I was supposed to say to that.

I asked. "The truth," he said. "No more games. No more roles. Just... you." "You might not like what you find." "Try me." I took a breath. "I'm not the perfect princess everyone thinks I am. I'm not refined or elegant or any of those things. I'm blunt. I'm sarcastic. I have a temper. I'd rather be in the gym than at a charity gala. I hate small talk. I hate being told what to do. And I—" I stopped, my voice catching.

ZAHIR As I stood there in the hut, my eyes widened in surprise at Serafina's unexpected actions. The witch, too, seemed amused by Serafina's sudden pleading. The witch's question echoed in the air, "Are you not that princess?" Serafina shook her head and responded in a way that shocked us all. "In this Kingdom, I am not a princess," she said with unwavering determination. "I am just another commoner like the rest of my people who are in slavery."

It just showed me, what great leader she would be. "What are you?" Someone in the crowd yelled. A smirked was begin to grow on my lips. " I am a ...Lucan princess! I have lived many lives and now I am one of few left of my species!" I yell out , to make sure everyone could hear me. Hundreds of gasps were heard after my statement. After a moment , people started to yell "Lies!" "Lucans are extinct!" "Liar!" "Kill this impostor!" "They all died after the Great War."