I'm Not A Princess Novels & Stories

"That is who I am, Aiden! I'm an Alpha Princess and you can't do anything without me! Try and prove me wrong."

"A girl? Are you the princess of Thalia?" "Actually I am just a plebian, who's passing by and eating dirt." My mouth automatically said.

“You are one of us now, so you'll stay with us. Now, stop the act of a daddy's princess, cause you are not a princess here, and I’m not your father. For the fact that he is the kingdom’s king, I might state that I’m in no position to argue with him. Especially for the fact of me being a guest in his kingdom. Yet, I am a princess too. Maybe not here, but still - I am. “No… no… and no! I didn't run away from a place only to end up in another one. I want freedom. I want to go outside, meet people, and learn new stuff.” He seemed to run out of patience.

M O N G R E L 🌷 "To make a difference in someone's life, you don't have to be brilliant, rich, beautiful, or perfect. You just have to CARE." .•● 🌷 ARIANNA🌷 In these seventeen years of my life, I couldn't have asked for more. I had everything; a caring family, idiotic best friend and what else an unwanted title. I was...um or maybe I am the princess of Elamite, but now I've to leave every ounce of happiness behind just to explore myself or if I expel it better then to unlock my dormant genes.

“I’m sorry—what? You’re going to refer to me as Princess?” “Yes, that’s right. That way, we can show the rest of the kingdoms that we have a powerful prisoner, someone who matters to the world.” “But I’m really no one. You all realize that, don’t you?” It feels like a charade, like they’re trying to get me to pretend to be something I’m not for their own purposes.

How was I supposed to converse with a jerk who hid behind curtains, never wanting to be seen? Maybe I shouldn't care about his appearance, but I did. After all, he bid on me, and I needed to ensure he seemed sane. Right now, he didn't talk like a sane person, leaving me with only his appearance, which I believed I'd never see. "I'm a princess too, Rhea. Don't forget that. I shouldn't be treated any way people feel like." "He doesn't recognize that. No one does here. You're not in your pack anymore. Your title as a princess is just something on your arms."

I'm not a princess, I don't even know who I am. “Your highness” what the heck. I dart a death glare towards Fe but she sailed her mouth looking away just to avoid my eyes meeting hers. “Please stand on your feet and raise your head” how can they believe this person’s word. “Continue your own business and don’t mind us here” I added. I’m thankful that these four idiots listen to what I said but the heck I’m not a princess to respect. “Pfft haha your mixed innocent and annoyed reaction is so damn cute little girl” Fe laughed which I glared at her how dare she.

He said the princess with such a biting edge as though he was mocking me. Okay, he may be a pretty boy but I was well done at this moment. “Don't call me a princess, I'm not some spoiled brat.” “You're sure acting like one Angel.” I stood up from where I was sitting and faced him squarely. Although I stood a step higher on the stairs I still was no way near his height with my 5ft5 self. “Unlike you, Mr. Billionaire, I didn't have my Daddy's company to inherit; everything I am today,, I've worked my ass off to get to where I am.”

"They don't let you grow out your hair in the military." "Yeah." But his amber eyes are twinkling. "I still am a savior of princesses and damsels in distress, though. And everyone in between." I wrinkle my nose in false distaste. "Oh yeah? You ever rescued Halle Bailey?" "You wouldn't know, Lady," he replies with a grin. "Oh, but I will." "You wouldn't." "I…" I start to laugh, and he joins me, a deep rumble in his chest that bubbles up as mirth. His eyes crinkle in a full blown smile as he stares down at me. "Good Lord, it feels like ages."

I folded my arms and nodded. “ Erm... If the both of you men are done with your narcissist attitude could you both excuse me. A princess needs to see her face in the mirror before heading to bed,” Chloe said with her back straightened and her shoulders held high. She was in her princess mode. She picked up a stool and climbed on it as she was too short to ever reach the point in which she could see herself. I wasn't in a different category though. “ Pfft, princesses don't exist unless of course in countries like Britain and Morocco but even then, it's of no use in today's world,” I broke the news to her.