Lola Loud Princess Novels & Stories

"Absolutely perfect." "Thank you," I whispered, squeezing her fingers. The simple words felt inadequate for everything she'd endured alongside us, for her unwavering presence since her rescue. Lola moved between us, hugging Theo briefly before bending to embrace me as well. "Congratulations, Your Majesties," she said, her formal words belied by the genuine affection in her voice. "They're already the most beautiful princesses in the kingdom's history."

She looked up, to see a crowd yelling in front of her. She turned to Icran and watched him raise his hand, silence fell over the room. "Rebellion, the King is dead!" A cheer erupted from the room, screaming out in victory. "The Princess and Prince are still alive, a plague that must be wiped from the earth." With each shout from Icran, the crowd followed with a cheer, "We have starved, froze and liven in chaos for too long now! Down with monarchy!"

A flash of red burst into his vision. Sophia leaned against the doorframe, a smirk on her red lips. "The great Marcelli heir certainly takes his time. You made a princess wait for half an hour." The afternoon sun streamed through the blinds, casting a golden halo around her. She was as brilliant as a flame, burning her way into his black-and-white world. In that moment, he appeared unfazed, but his heart had skipped a beat. After that, she found endless ways to cause trouble—a laxative in his whiskey, important contracts folded into paper airplanes, parading around in a scandalous nightgown during a family meeting. He met every challenge, playing the long game.

Lola immediately kneeled down and tearfully pleaded with Lucy, “Princess Velda, I swear I didn’t. I don’t know why your maid said that, but I didn’t pass any messages. Why are you accusing me, Princess Velda?” Lola adamantly denied sending any messages, implying that either Lucy was falsely accusing her or Lucy’s maid had deceived her.

She had this look in her eyes that can only mean one thing bad news. "The rough alpha is looking for the hybrid princess. He wants to make her his luna and worrier. He said that she was promised to him by her parents when she was born," I could tell she wasn't lying because the sadness in her eyes couldn't be faked. But, I knew my parents and they wouldn't do that. No matter what anybody says my parents had my best interest at heart, so I was not worried, I just shook my head and looked at her. "Don't worry, I have been training a lot and can defend myself, and besides, no one besides us knows who I am". I said placing my hand on hers trying to reassure her, but shook her head pleading with

"You borrowed my style." "Excuse me?" She removed her sunglasses. "This is my turf." Oh. Okay. "I didn't get the memo," I said, raising a brow. "You got a patent on white boots and genderfluid glammery?" She smiled. "You're spunky. I like it. But behave yourself, Snow Princess." I winked at her. "I dance like I tread. Unstable and fierce." She snorted. "Touché." And then she turned away, her perfume behind her like judgment and roses.

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.

She couldn't really say what she had seen, but it made her feel uneasy. The next morning, the palace felt heavy with quiet worry. The news that Princess Isla was gone spread like a cold wind through the hallways that echoed. Her room, which used to be a safe place with soft cloth and light, now showed something strange had happened – the strong frame of the door was broken and pulled apart, and the heavy wooden door was lying sideways on the floor. People whispered quietly, looking scared. The guards didn't know how a princess, locked safely in her room, could just disappear.

“Like you said, you’re the princess, and I’m just…nobody. Why does it matter to you what I do?” “It doesn’t,” Freda snarled, but there – just before she bared her fangs – I’d seen it, I was sure. The briefest of flinches. Like I’d somehow hit the mark. For some reason, the lost Lycan princess herself felt threatened by me. Nadia Nobody, wolfless reject. The realisation didn’t make me feel any better as Freda spun on her heels and stomped away into the woods.

He asked and she nodded quickly. "Lola! Lola! Oh..here you are, child. You will not cease to amaze me. Running around when you need to stay put and learn." Another woman barged in and her eyes widened when she saw the man beside the girl. "Your Majesty." "Did you run away Lola?" He asked instead, his eyes showing disappointment when he looked at her. "I just wanted to feel the air and its freshness and also mother asked me to give the Prince....woman in the dungeon her lunch." She said and bit her lips as she looked up at the King to see him frown.