Ima Princess Novels & Stories

She came out of the shadows. It was another blase instinct to size the opponent within the blink of an eye. To measure the duality of weakness and strength. She wore slim fit trousers- not leather. A vest like jacket-rich leather. Same boots. Five feet eight without them. Nearly 130 lbs. And that face. As far as first impressions went, all the imperfections of her plain-Jane manner he had registered, like the crook in her nose crumbled under the overwrought perfection of the whole picture. Alabaster skin framed by school-girl curls pulled back tightly, as if she was ashamed of their wild tenacity. A cute cupid bow for an upper lip and a round face. Really round. If she weren't fit, she'd car

Then she got up to leave before anyone had chance to reply. Samantha couldn't help herself. She walked over to the paper and lifted it to read. " PLAYGIRL PRINCESS SHACKS UP FOR A STEAMY THREESOME IN NEW REALITY SHOW " LIVING LIKE ROYALTY"." Samantha reads the headline with horror but rather reads on then to see the expression on Katie's face. When she finally mustered enough courage, she was surprised to find that Katie looked amused, very amused in fact!

She had unfinished business with both men and she wanted it concluded before she walked down the aisle to Ricardo. Dmitri stared in amazement at the limousine pulling up in his compound, it stopped and two burly guards got out and held open the passenger door. ‘They are not Italian.’ He said to Sacha, Sergi, Luca and Ivan, they lined up behind him and stared open-mouthed when Alcina stepped out, dressed in a stunning royal blue Chanel dress that fitted her slender curves perfectly, it was matched with a Chinese-style long jacket that same colour and her signature Jimmy Choo heels. Her glorious hair was held back in a half French braid and she looked every inch the Mafia Princess, with dark g

over the name “Theo Moretti” The Sicilian sea breeze drifted through the window, salty and free. I finally understood that a true mafia principessa was not a weak girl waiting for a knight to save her. She was the one who wielded the sword herself, severing the past and crowning herself. And I, Sophie Lucas, am that principessa.

Prince Valor was now King Valor. Aynyra attended his coronation, standing beside him as he received his crown and sceptre. He had no Queen, but he had Aynyra. Aynyra stepped forwards and was blessed, receiving the band of the spiritual leader. A ceremonial sash was tied around her wrists, binding her forever to her spiritual responsibilities to the Kingdom. The sash was cut in the middle, leaving a strand hanging from each wrist. She sat on her throne beside her brother as the Priest chanted in Lystaria, followed by the court standing and applauding.

Her voice was weak against the howling wind and through the torrential downpour. Park Hwi held up an umbrella which was titled towards Natasha's side. He shook his head and stared at her wife guiltily, "He's coming for my life and won't stop until he has it. I don't want to put you and our son in danger," He moved a step closer, cupping his wife's cheeks gently then rested his forehead against her, "I'm sorry, my wife. I shouldn't have married you. I shouldn't have married anyone knowing I would only bring upon them pain and misery. Please forgive me"

“Are you ready?” “As ready as I can be.” “Here we go.” We walked to the top of the staircase. My father nodded to a servant to the side of the stairs. The man tapped a rod onto the stone floor. The clinking echoed off the walls, and everyone in the room turned and looked up at us. “Presenting Princess Sophia Larins, daughter to the King.” I placed a smile on my lips and held it. My father whispered in my ear. “No going back now.”

My life is slowly changing from being normal, to a very complicated mess. "I'm sorry little princess. I know this won't be easy." "Ya think?. I have lots of questions. Just start explaining from the beginning." " Well it all started with our King and queen I guess. Now, I want to make it very clear... Our land is a magical land. The Royal lineage are blessed with magical powers, powers to control the four elements, Fire, Water, Air, and Earth.." "That makes sense" I said nodding. "Your mother, our last queen has the power of air. She is the youngest daughter of her parents. She had two elder sisters, Victoria and Anna. Victoria...well she was the black sheep of the family, and the kingdom's

She moves comfortable on her sit and she start practicing her speech in her mind. "Hello Eveyone and Welcome" Umma Magajiya started as her voice echo through the entire hall. "I'll just go straight to the point. Am happy to announce to you all our new appointed Crown Princess, A person who am so proud of, Ladies and Gentleman I give you all our very own Princess....." The doors where suddenly thrown open which stops Umma Magajiya mid sentence. All the people turn their head towards the door to see the reason for that. After almost a minute, a single leg steps inside, for a moment before the person appear.

"It's just that every single trouble she involves herself in is putting this country into greatttttt danger." "I-I-I-I-I'm sorry……" Lefiya hurriedly apologises by bowing her head several times. "What do you mean…… putting this country into greattttttt danger?" I asked. Principal heaved a short sigh afterwards. "Allow me to make an official introduction as the king of Central Imperial Island……" Principal said to me, and then he made an introducing gesture with his hand pointing at Lefiya. "This— constant troublemaker is Lefiya Rios Challia, the one and only princess of Skogalfheimr."