Lisa Princess Novels & Stories

I ask, then I can hear the paparazzi's clicking camera. "Hello... My name is Lia and waiting for the Princesses to go out from that building." Lia said innocently. I gently look up at Eleanor who's smiling from ear to ear as she hears what the little girl says. "Well hello, Lia. Let me introduce myself, I am Princess Hestia Katana Astaril and this is Princess Eleanor Callista Castellanos." I said and smiled sweetly at her. Her eyes immediately went wide upon hearing what I said.

Diana said,hoping they were. “Not for another three and a half hours.” Chrissie looked at Caleb, a smile still curving her lips. Her dark curls framed her sweet face like a gray lupus garou’s might when in human form. She stood taller than Diana, too, more like the females of his pack, and she definitely had the hots for Caleb. Placing his hands on his hips, Caleb turned to Diana.

"Chase me, Father!" Shouted the eight-years-old Princess Amayah of Lancayan. They are in the palace garden and are having fun playing. Her father, King Kendra chases after her while laughing. They were also accompanied by her older sister, Princess Aloha and their mother, Queen Aruha. They picture a happy family that anyone would envy.

It was an honor to be in the presence of such skilled men. I wasn’t the only woman on board. There was another that went by the name of Liza. She was a tough, broad woman with a barking voice. She was as hard as the crew she commanded. Captain Liza controlled one of the other ships, though I was unsure of its name. While she had a hard surface, she was soft towards me. Her eyes never looked at me with anything but kindness. I knew I liked her from our very first introduction. Liza provided me with womanly advice and naturally took me under her wing when she got the chance. Unlike the others, she made a point of reminding me I was a Princess, but not in a bad way. She often provided me with a

Elisabet admired Queen Lucia and she didn't even know it. "Lisa, hymitheíte tin istoría gia to korítsi sto potámi kai ton prínkipa." Prince Alexius then proceeded to asking his daughter if she remembered the story about the Prince and the girl from the river. Princess Elisabet's face immediately lit up, it was her favorite story. Queen Lucia was taken aback, she never thought that Alexius would tell anyone let alone his daughter. She felt overwhelmed. "Nai." Princess Elisabet responded with a yes, with a quirky smile on her face.

“If you ask me she didn’t try hard enough. I am disfigured for the rest of my life now.” “But, Princess,” Marcus coos trying to reach for her hands once again, but Vanessa pulls away. “You are alive. You should be grateful.” “Grateful… GRATEFUL!” She screams loudly causing an echo in the prison. “Look at me! That rogue whore has taken everything from me. My position in the pack, Erebus, and now my looks. What is there left to be grateful for?” Marcus steps back from his daughter’s cell and shakes his head in disbelief. “Your mother would be so disappointed in you right now.” I can tell that it hurts him to speak those words. “You were never promised a position in the pack, and you we

Viktor POV “Goddess, I know it’s only been a couple of months but man, I’ve missed this place,” Cedric said with a sigh. I took my seat at my desk and chuckled. “We’ve missed you here, Cedric,” I said. “So tell me. That other girl is the princess? As in, Princess Violette Dubois of the werewolves?” He asked. I nodded my head. “Yes, my slave princess,” I said. He let out a chuckle.

She was confidently dressed up, too tight and a bit too small. I didn't say a word. I didn't even twitch. She saw me, and her eyes started narrowing. "Oh," she stretched the word like poison. "You must be her. The princess." The way she spoke, you'd think I was some stray animal she found in the pantry. I gave her a wary smile. "Yes. Princess Elinda. Of the Royal Line of Lycans. And you are?" Her lips curled into a nasty approximation of a smile. "Lysa. Alexis's mate."

"My attention span may not last that long. Wait, you stopped time, like completely?" "Okay okay. This Princess, she was beautiful by the way. Pure white fur, little petite tits, built like a super model, kind of like us but spindly and young. She got a butt and some boobs later, after her...Oh, umm, well, almost stopped. Technically it's not totally stopped. I think the Universe would break or something if I did that and I don't wanna risk that today. Troy is still right outside the door though." Lisa leaned back as far as she could with just one good leg to stand on, and could see one of Troy's feet suspended off the floor, like he was walking away.

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.