Novel & Cerita I'm Not A Princess

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.

Furthermore, I didn't wear a brassiere, as my gown has a pad to cover my breasts. "No daddy" batting my eyelashes leaving my clothes on the floor as I sat on the bed. I placed my leg on the other leg. I could see his eyes darken with my every move, and his boner showing my effects on him. The dim light in the room and my naked body must be shining for him. "Don't tease me, princess, you don't know how I am controlling myself to be gentle with you?" He said removing his coat. "Princess, I want to ask you one last time, are you ready to be mine," He asked, his voice holding seriousness.

Anyway, I was sharp and pretended not to have said anything. It really doesn't make any difference now .. whether I was a princess or not. It's all in the past. My parents have already dead and my past status as a princess is a thing of the past. My family is already gone. I have to live my life now, in this moment. Nothing else is more important. AMARA

“How many times have I told you to stay away from him? All he does is put you in the worst situations with his brainless antics and while it was cute when you were ten, it isn’t anymore. You are twenty-three, Amber. The Princess of the Realm. My heir. One day when I am no longer here, you will lead the Realm. Is this what you want to be remembered by? How do you expect people to listen to you when you dress and act like this?” The hit from the words started in my chest, then spread out until it touched every single part of me, sharp and burning and making it hard to breathe. “I never asked to be a Princess,” I shook my head, taking a step back, not wanting him to see how much they had hurt m

Katie asked but she already knew the answer. " I'm sorta a Princess." Sam stated flatly. Katie had never seen Royalty before. Never mind that she had been dreaming of Sam for YEARS and now had even less control over her emotions. She liked being super popular but didn't care for all the clicks and hated bullies.

Anna said jumping like a kid. Princess land... don’t go for any fantasy stories. Princess land is the name of my hometown. Cute name, ha! It is a very comfortable town to live with adaptable environment, surrounded by woods and greenery. I love my hometown a lot. I was born here. I went to my pre-schooling, schooling, high school and now college. Though it is a town, it looks like a city but with not much traffic and less population. It has everything from a normal school to rich, reputed private colleges. Even the guys from cities join in the colleges that present in my hometown.

She knew Annie can't sit back like other girls and will surely get irritated. "Of course not. I can't sacrifice anything which is mine. Sorry to break the bubbles baby. I don't have the habit to share my things with anyone." Annie took both her dress as if she doesn't like the way Anushka is talking with her. "Cinderella. Please. I guess she is angry with Arya. Let's not make her feel like outcasted more " Sandy tried to convince his Cinderella but she is nowhere to listen to him.

But I wasn’t about to just give myself up and so I pushed on, the sweat dripping down my body with the effort. One this that had started to get on my nerves, was everyone’s obsession with calling me “Princess,” I may come from so called demon royalty. But one things I am definitely not is a Princess. “Stop calling me that!” I shout, my voice wavering slightly under the strain. “I am not your Princess.” “Ah, but I’m afraid you are Princess, in more ways than one.” “What, what do you mean?” I force through clenched teeth.

“My name is Elara. And I know most of you probably have no idea who I am beyond ‘the lost princess who showed up a few weeks ago.’” A few nervous laughs rippled through the crowd. “I’m still figuring out what being a princess means. What it’s supposed to look like. But I know what it doesn’t mean.” I gripped the microphone tighter. “It doesn’t mean sitting in a palace eating fancy food while people outside these walls struggle to feed their families. It doesn’t mean wearing expensive dresses while children go without proper clothes. It doesn’t mean living in comfort while others break their backs doing the work that keeps this kingdom running.”

That's why I have to pretend everything is fucking normal like it should be when nothing is near to normal. "because they are not wrong. I'm a real princess of this house, not a cupcake. So Better call me Princess or Zeenat. Because I don't like it. It's like you are calling a 5 year old" she said and I can imagine her pout while saying these things