Im A Princess Novels & Stories

Why did you call me that ," I asked but she furrowed her brows ,guess she didn't understand. "What is it, my princess? "The 'my princess' phase you call me ,I am no princess,why all this respect ,my name is Naunet and I am just like you , I explained to clarify things . "Oh dear you are a princess and you deserve to be respected , aren't you aware that you will birth a king , that makes you a princess , and a princess lives inside you , isn't that enough reason to call you a princess ,she smiled with curious eyes .

She answered still smiling. “Can the princess introduce herself since we have not had the pleasure of meeting?” I asked her just to test the kind of person she is, I know am the one who should be introducing myself first but I want to see how arrogant she will react. “I Am Princess Mapula of BaKoena Kingdom and this is my father’s kingdom. May I know who the prince I have the pleasure of meeting this day is?” I smiled

princess:- no, this is my first time to visit the city, without soldiers and any mission, I only get outside from the castle, only when I have to kill others, all the things were given by my maid, I don't have any freedom there. ariel:- then what we are going to do, with living, is there something you can do, we can't survive on 50,000 dollars, it knows it a huge amount, but do you have any talent. princess:- what do you think who I am, and why are you still talking coldly, you should be warmer, well I can sing, use we open like a sword, archery, etc, I know cooking, dancing, politics, business and I have 7 different kinds of degrees, I have also a good sense of justice, I have degrees of do

“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.”

I needed just this. "You're enjoying yourself, aren't you?" Princess Naomi's voice preceded her as my eyes caught her standing, hands on her hips, with her eyes locked to me. "Why are you here?" I asked from the pool. "What does he see in you that he cannot see in me? There's nothing unique or amazing about you. You're just a leech who wobbled here to suck his life away, but I'm not about to just sit around and let that happen!"

My princess went all out. “Good morning, Princess.” I call out, my voice huskier than usual and catching Jessica jumping in surprise at the sound of my voice. She whirls around, a blush creeping along her fair skin and her blue eyes wide. “M-morning.” She stutters back, quickly looking away. Suppressing a chuckle. I move closer to Jessica, pulling her in for a hug. She stiffens against me and, after peering down, I notice her blushing cheeks have turned a beet-red. Oh, she is definitely embarrassed about last night.

He glared at me before shaking his head. “You know, Princess, for a warrior, you’re pretty petty.” He said as he moved closer behind me. The top of the hill was in site only a few more steps, and we could sit down. My throat dried just thinking about the water I had left. “Imelda.” I corrected. “What?” “My name is Imelda, in case you forgot. No one has called me Princess since I was twelve unless it's at royal ceremonies and celebrations.” I explained.

"But aren't you already a princess? I can't forget the self-proclaimed princess that you were" She can't help cackling, still in tears. "I was so small back then. I used to think I'm really a princess and Paa is a king" "Isn't that true? Once it's said, it's said. Princess Chrisanna!" I laugh, touching her chin. "Princess Chrisanna" "And you're prince?" she squints at me. "I'm just me" "Why though?" "Because this is how it is", I press my forehead against hers. "Missed you so much", I kiss her again and take her in my arms.

I asked, “I mean, I’m a princess now. Should I try to dress the part?” She snorts at the idea, “The day you trade in your chains and platform knee highs for heels and a princess dress is the day humanity ends. You are you. If you aren’t what they consider a princess, redefine it. If they don’t like it, fuck ‘em.” Her blunt analysis made me happy. She’s right.

I march downstairs and into the living room where Enrique is sitting with Marco while my dad’s in his study and my moms probably smoking a cigarette somewhere. “Fine I’ll work for you. However you’re not gonna make me do stupid chores like get lunch, coffee or do your laundry.” He looks at me confused. “ Princess I would never make you do those things. I’ll treat you like the perfect princess you are. No stupid chores.” “Really?” I ask completely taken aback. “ Of course my princess deserves nothing but the best.” He walks closer to be and I back up until he has me pinned against the wall. I look over to Marco for help but he’s too busy on his phone to care about anything.