La Princesa Laundromat Novels & Stories

laughter to be specific. 'oh God when I told her she's gay and needs to shut up.. she looked so fucken lost. She's just tiring, she should stop trying to play princess and get on the dance floor with you.. no one will respect her or wanna hang out with her just because she gave up there and said you win.. She's still hated for being a confused prick...' I made out Wendy's voice and people laughed. ''..... I just want to say, I can't.. Layla deserves it more...'.... bitch... she sucks.. dicks...'

After her conversation with her mother in the morning, she has spent the entire afternoon locking herself up inside these chambers. Once on the streets, she has overheard two females talking about how princesses get all they want conveniently and how they themselves still have to work even though they and those princesses are from the same race and so they should be equal. Elysia has to say they are partly right, about princesses’ lives are easy and convenient. Because now she is getting bored and wants to have fresh air outside this suffocating palace. Poor her, she thinks sarcastically.

It's just a one street away from our apartment so it wouldn't be hard for me to go home, and I no longer have to ride a bus too. I wiped all the mirror at the sink and I started cleaning every cubicle which are not too dirty although there are crumpled tissues everywhere. Just when I was done cleaning, three tall brunette girls walked inside while having a conversation with each other. "Don't you think the prince is too handsome?" Said the other girl while putting a red lipstick on her lips. The other woman began retouching her make up too. "Of course, all prince are handsome!" "No, only the Moden's have such beautiful gene. They all look like greek gods and goddesses!" Replied the other one

Showing curtsy to the royal highness, the witch asked, "What can I do to please you, my Lady?" There were three women in the washroom, one was the first wife of the Prince, the soon to be king and she was the soon to be Queen, the other one was the authorised witch of the Kingdom, the last lady who is known as the chambermaid was the private witch lady benefiting Raya. Only the three of them were aware of the secret task they did the night before… It was dawn and the Prince tossed to the other side, opening his eyes he realised what he did last night.

"Whatever the lady... sorry... whatever the Princess wants." THE END

gods, how does she so effortlessly lighten up my mood all the time? "The princes are pompous in Caps." She continues, "But they are very beautiful men who are known rizz masters." I turn to her. "What?" "You know... rizz... Smooth talkers." She explains. "Oh, now I understand." From the open door, the interior of Alpha Hall looks like a building from the 70's. Zuri calls it “Noble Hogwarts with less chill,” and I totally agree. We're about to step through the door when we get blocked off by four good-looking boys who look like they are genetically engineered to seduce, ruin, and then casually forget you existed.

My clothes were a mess, but the urgency overwhelmed me. "Where's the princess?" I asked Cedric, who seemed surprised by my question. "She's been spending most of her time in the library," he said. "But would you like to bathe first, Your Grace?" I ignored him and went straight to the library. When I opened the door, I was greeted by a magnificent sight - Princess Camellia engrossed in a large book, her eyes shining with curiosity. Her eyes sparkled as she traced the lines on the pages. Her slender figure was accentuated by a delicate dress, and her flushed face and red hair shone in the sunlight coming through the window, they were a delight to my eyes. I held my breath for a moment, afraid

– Her audacity in placing the wet clothes in the princess's hands made her make a confused face, holding the clothes with a dubious look, watching as Lauren let go of the sheet and showed herself completely naked again, wearing the abaya in a hurry, her body measurements were inconsistent, but the frontal bulge that had been left in the fabric when Lauren laid it against her body made her shrug, I hadn't put any underwear underneath, accidents happened. Karila watched her walk over and take the clothes from her hands again. “Damn it, my cell phone. – She suddenly remembered, looking around to find the shiny object in the corner near the bathtub. It didn't feel wet or mushy, it was okay after

I didn’t realize I was doing this now. “And rule number 5: the most important rule of all. Do not touch his bed. He’s very particular about his bed, and if you were to disobey his order, I can’t promise you’ll continue on with both of your hands.” She said. What? His bed? How am I supposed to clean his entire chambers without touching his bed? The bed is the main piece, it draws quite a lot of attention.. how could he not want it cleaned and made? I nodded my head even though the rules were quite ridiculous. A wolf Princess. Captured and made the Lycan Kings slave.. Given rules like a child. I’m not a child! And he is most certainly not my King.

The room seemed to suit her; delicate but bold. I gently place Adelaide onto her four-poster bed. As soon as her body’s away from mine a piece is missing from my being. I stroke her cheek gently, the man behind me clears his throat. I turn, the fire is back in the Prince’s eyes, “Thank you for getting her safely here, you may leave now,” his tone full of authority, even I felt the need to submit to him. “My Prince,” I bow, “She is my mate, I cannot leave her,” I say down to my toes before looking up slightly, my back still bent. “Nonsense, my sister does not have a mate. She has been recuperating after her terrible ordeal.”