Little Princess Mint Novels & Stories

My princess looks at me satisfied as she approaches me --- You were very kind, thank you-- he says touching my hair ---I would do anything for you-- I say sincerely, seeing her blush --- Well, I'm hungry, aren't you?-- asks trying to dodge the subject again --- I am, now get the yogurt, milk and strawberries that are in the fridge, I will make a very strengthening vitamin for you-- I say and my princess soon goes to the sink to wash her hands --- Yes sir-- speaks already near the fridge while picking things up and putting them on the table. The buns are already ready, the big problem is how to make the smoothie, what happened? I know what goes into a smoothie, I just don't know how to make i

I smiled as well. "do you know Princess Dahlia?" I asked. I've been hearing that name since earlier, I'm curious about her. "she's one scary Princess. I don't like her" she pouted. "why? she's a Princess after all, you should like a Princess like you" I answered. "she's so mean. She's selfish, she's a brat, she's noisy and she's very annoying" she fussed. I laughed. "do you hate her that much?" I asked.

Just when it seems like we are about to come to blows, Sasha's scent begins to swirl within the room. Luis steps away, and I straighten my suit jacket. I look towards the doorway just in time to see my gorgeous princess enter. My eyes travel over her form hungrily. She looks like a walking moonbeam. The dress she is wearing is opal white and trails down to the floor. The V-neck is deep but covered in mesh. So while it gives me a great view of her chest, it is still modest. Her beautiful hair is in a low messy but controlled bun and her makeup isn't too thick. I am so glad I told her to dress fancy. She looks as if she is going to a human prom.

his order thundered in Rhae’s ears. The Princess? Rhae’s head became full of questions. Though she hadn’t known the woman for long, she had grown attached, even though she was a princess. Rhae flicked the knife from her palm upwards towards her attacker. The blade dug into the man’s shoulder, making him loosen his grip with a grunt. Rhae slid out of his hold and stood up, dipping away from reaching hands. She jumped, spreading her legs, kicking down both the men around the Princess. The men staggered, grabbing their necks in pain. Rhae grabbed the Princess’ sword off the floor and tucked the handle into her palm. Rhae grabbed her shoulder and sprinted out of the alley dragging the Princess b

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.

Now the little girls tears had dried and wiped her nose with her sleeve as any child would then gave me a large Bright smile. "Wow, stank you it's all gone now, it feels much bwetter." I grinned back at her contagious smile, then helped her to her feet . "What is your name darling?" I asked genuinely as I dusted some of the snow of her fluffy brown dress. "Mwy name iths Amoretta. Your the pwrincess aren't you's? He tiny voice and improper words tugged at my heart, she couldn't have been more than three. "Well Amoretta, that is a very beautiful name and I am truly sorry for knocking you down. Say how did you know I was the princess?"

“Good choice little girl. Drive Michel.” The car pulled away. “I’m not a little girl for your information. I’m almost sixteen I’m far from little.” He chuckled what the fuck was so funny? ‘Orlando Green, and what’s your name princess ?’ “So I’m a princess now? First I’m little now in a fucking princess how fucking halrious seriously, WTF?” “Your name.” “Kacey Leigh.” “Well it’s a pleasure.” Hold on. “Hey where are we going?” “Somewhere safe. The Hemmings don’t take kindly to a kid's whooping ass.”

The future King has his heart set on Angelica and perhaps it is for the better if Angelica's future to be with him. A loud sudden bang interrupted her thoughts so she turned around to see the Princess of Magic standing and the bottom of the stairs, glaring at Nina. The Princess of Magic, as Nina liked to think of her. Sara Valentine; not only rare of species and royal of blood, but she was also born with magic entwined with her soul. She is, without a doubt, a precious gem amongst the stones. The Princess now stood in front of Nina, her foot tapping impatiently upon the hardwood floor - her sneer was piercing and angry. "Why are you suddenly helping us?" the Princess questioned angrily as sh

The tiny princess squeals when she sees me walk in, rushing over with her arms outstretched. I drop my duffel, stooping to catch her as she barrels into me and lifting her in the air. “Well if it isn’t Princess Belle,” I laugh, resting her on my hip. She scrunches her nose, furrowing her little brow. “I’m not Belle, I’m Mia,” she insists, as if I’ve forgotten her name. “But you’re dressed like Princess Belle, aren’t you?” I ask, ruffling her yellow dress. “Where’s the beast?”

The fabric made a shushing, crackling sound as it moved, almost as pretty as the color itself. “Don’t lift your dress,” her momma said, and put a hand on her daughter’s arm to stop her. Purple Princess looked up at her mother, the edge of her skirt still halfway above her knees. And she smiled. She was wearing lipstick too—a cranberry stain mostly faded, smeared around the edges of her mouth. She was wearing her mother’s lipstick, just like me.