La Princesa Laundromat Novels & Stories

"Oh, I see. Princess? From the kingdom right? What is the name of your kingdom? " "Yes sir, our royal name is Whitemoon. Our princess named Princess Luna Bianca. So can you see him, sir? Our princess only wants to buy your lanterns directly. If you sell it to our princess, our princess will definitely be willing to buy your lanterns at a high price! ” said the lady in hope that this lord was lulled by a lot of money.

She’d lose the illegal profits she’d been stealing from the Yue family for years. I went back to the living room. Javier sat on one side, Noah stood on the other—both miserable. I threw a file on the coffee table. It showed years of Sophia embezzling money using the Yue family name. Javier’s face twisted. Noah frowned hard. I said calmly: “You think Sophia’s a poor, trapped fake princess?” “She’s just using you to clean up her mess.” Javier finally mumbled: “She said you’re the real Yue daughter. She said if you come back… you’ll destroy everyone who ever worked with her.”

I am the daughter of the founder, the rightful heir to the empire that stood before me — and no one would deny me this time. The doors parted with a soft hiss, revealing the interior of the ground floor reception. The hall was large and smelt of wealth. The chandeliers hang glamorously at the top swaying slowly with each soft touch of wind. My heels kissed the ground, sending a sense of aura and command as I walked toward the reception. The lady was new, maybe I thought as she smiled at me revealing her finely placed dentition. “Good morning Ma’am, welcome to the De Ricci empire. Do you have an appointment?” the lady asked, her cautious smile didn’t flinch me one bit. I wasn’t here to exchan

The Mistress of Shadows filled the doorway. Her black hair, sleek and straight, fell to her shoulders in a glossy wave. A long, delicate hand rested on the doorframe, slender fingers adorned with dark stones, glimmering with the life of subtle magic. Her skin was unnaturally pale as if she had not seen the sun in years. She cleared her throat. The girls scattered immediately, leaving Lyra alone in the woman’s shadow. Her dark cloak cascaded around her with an otherworldly fluidity. But it was her purple eyes so bright they glowed that chilled her spine. Lyra stood motionless, as the woman’s gaze raked over her with an unwelcoming scrutiny.

Creed's POV Fabulous. That was the best my brain could do then. She appeared… amazing. Sweat sprinkled across her forehead, a fine sheen flashing on her skin — and that dress. My God, that dress made her a princess from some faraway, unreachable kingdom. A bright, deep red, cinched just so at the waist, flowing out in liquid silk. "You're in the ladies' restroom, Mr. Malcolm," she gasped, breathless, flustered — and outrageously adorable.

The only thing that escaped my lips was a desperate plea: “Kiss me.” It was the last thing I said before slipping into a nightmare, and everything went blank. ************** I woke up in a strange room, my mind hazy and disoriented. “Where am I?” I murmured, blinking as I took in my surroundings. The space was beautiful, almost surreal. It was large and airy, like something out of a luxury hotel or a wealthy estate. The walls were painted a soft cream, decorated with abstract art in shades of gold and deep blue. At the center of the room stood the king-sized bed I was sitting on.

I sat on a wooden stool, surrounded by laughter and chatter, as the maids flitted around their tasks like cheerful bees. One of them, Mira, the curly-haired one, sat beside me, nibbling on a piece of bread. “You want to know something funny?” “Always,” I said, smiling. “I used to think Prince Damien was cursed because he never looked at girls. Ever.” I blinked. “What?” Another maid, Orla, piped up, “She’s right. The rest of the princes? They flirt with anything that breathes.” “That’s true,” Mira nodded. “Prince Crispin once invited me to 'test out the softness of his sheets.’”

Lily says to her. I move to stand beside Lucero as Lorelai cackles her hideous laugh. “You think I would surrender to you? I would rather die, bitch. You are nothing, a child. I am everything.” “I have given you a chance, Lorelai. Do not waste it because of your jealousy and hatred.” “You are right about one thing, Princess.” She says, sneering as she calls Lily Princess. “One of us will die today, but it won’t be me. Say goodbye to your precious Aolis.” She says a moment before she sends a blast of lightning toward Lily.

Luna Luciana had said and Prince Dagard understood immediately that she wanted to make him her puppet whom she would be ordering on how to run the pack or do the things she needed but he refused. Prince Dagard wiped the blood that trickled down his nose again for the fifth time today as he dropped a bottle that contained liquid substance on the table. "Lahore? Lahore...." He called, his voice could barely be heard as a whisper. Princess Lahore was in the bathroom, cleaning herself up when she suddenly started hearing some sounds like groans. She rushed to Prince Dagard who was already on the floor, his nose dripping blood when she rushed out of the bathroom to check what the sound was..