Juliet Princess Novels & Stories

“He looks like a goddamn accountant.” In our world, the Moretti family ruled the city’s underground. Adrian wasn’t just another soldier. He was the family’s most trusted enforcer—cold, precise, untouchable. And I, Isabella Russo, the spoiled mafia princess, was not about to take orders from him. So I fought him. On his first day, I set fire to his lavish villa, watching flames devour the marble walls and glass ceilings until the estate collapsed into ashes. He only looked at me once, his voice flat and merciless:

A herald stepped forward, lifted his chin, and unrolled a scroll so long it could have doubled as a carpet. “Aveline Asteria Laurel, princess of this realm, stands accused of treason.” Gasps. “She stands accused of conspiring to harm the queen.” More gasps. “She stands accused of attempting to destabilize the crown and endanger the royal family.” My breath left me in a sharp exhale. “That is a lie. All of it. Every word. Especially the last one. I do not even like this family.” Nobles recoiled. “She speaks?” “She dares?”

She demanded that I give up my position as his fiancée. This time, I refused. I rebelled with a fury I had never known. After a massive fight with my parents, I set the curtains on fire, smashed five cars in our garage, and destroyed half the house. In a fit of rage, my father sent me to Macro. "Turn Seraphina into a proper lady—then she won't have to come back. If she fails, she'll never return." My world plunged into darkness. But I wasn't about to give up. I turned my fury on Macro.

“I’m not on anyone’s payroll, Jordan. I’m your stepsister idiot. He finally turned, a smirk playing on his lips. “Stepsister. Right. And I’m the King of England.” He took a step closer, his eyes narrowing. “Let’s be honest, shall we? You’re a sugar baby, aren’t you? Pretty face, young enough to still pass for innocent, but with an eye for the finer things. My father has a type. Ella’s hands clenched into fists at her sides. The audacity of him, the sheer, unbridled arrogance, stole her breath. “How dare you?” she managed, her voice trembling with suppressed fury.

During the last remembrance rite, Princess Julia was bent on hunting for the parrot. She wanted to break the notion that only the male wolves are best at hunting so she volunteered to find the live parrot instead of Prince Bain. The Alpha and Beta Eric tried their best to talk her out of it but she was adamant. She argued with the fact that she cannot swim so she cannot get access to the mountain lilies and when they saw that she wouldn’t yield, they allowed her to go in search of the live parrot.

Someone else clicked their tongue in disappointment. Beside me, Juliana let out a soft gasp. “That’s… a lot,” she murmured, not quite horrified. Almost regretful. “But isn’t she just an underling?” Silence fell again. Then another voice joined in. Sharp with authority. Juliana’s brother. “She’s a Lancaster princess,” he said flatly. “Not something a cleaner can be compared to.” He turned to Dominic. “Are you sure you want to pay for her?” A beat.

Sumira chuckled before answering her politely, "It’s all your jewellery only dear, I don’t want anyone to say that my daughter in law doesn’t know to live like a Princess." Julio asked her personal maids to help Georgina in dressing. After a while she got ready and looked at her enchanting reflection in awe... beautiful smile adorns her face as she remembered the day a month back when she has got ready like a true princess for going to Prince Adam’s party. ‘Everything I have dreamed of Prince Adam is coming true in reality.’ Past... Julio was thinking of marrying off the Prince Adam to the princess Sam of Rome as this will help to establish their business as well as the girl belongs to roya

Every time she saw Romeo together with Julius she would sneak and peek on them. One night she decided not to go to bed early as she usually did. She knew that her brother had invited his friend to their home. She waited until the late hours of the night. She heard their footsteps and decided to sneak behind their backs. What she saw make her weak at the knees. No wonder Romeo had not had a serious relationship with the girl he once dated in their village. Nomusa was a beautiful and perfect young girl. She had beauty and brains. Zamantungwa knew that Nomusa could make a perfect wife one day. She was also coming from the royal family. She and Nomusa were getting along so well and she knew tha

After a moment, she responded, "What's the matter?" "Just now, someone came and said that the little princess from the Bernards has arrived," Hesper said. Observing Juliette's dazed expression upon hearing the news, she was not surprised that she was unaware of what the person had said. Thus, she repeated it once more. "She arrived so early?" Juliette's face revealed a hint of vigilance. "Come with me. Dealing with that girl won't be easy." Hesper was not particularly keen on meeting this particular princess since even Juliette found her hard to handle. After all, Hesper now held the position of being the wife of the newly discovered descendant of the Savatiers. This awkward position left he

Her wings looked like they would belong to a dragonfly. “Tanz, this is our new Duke, Sir Scott MaComb, and his two children, Scott and Stacey.” Then Belle turns to our daughter, her eyes beaming, “This is Princess Elentari Amia Tirisil.” She holds a finger to her lips, “But this is a secret no one can know until we announce her to the Kingdom as a whole. You will be the only one allowed to attend to them while they are in their quarters. Until she is announced you may refer to her as Miss Silk MaComb.” Her instructions were absolute.