Lucy Princess Novels & Stories

She blushed. “Wow.” Lucy muttered. “He saw everything?”. “Kinda.” She looked sheepish. Lucy couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that her very innocent friend almost did the dirty with a boy and not just any boy but Prince Andrei aka Mercia’s playboy extraordinaire. “But you feel better now?”. Lucy asked.

Evelyn then walked in like she owned the place, searching for the girl who had dared to walk beside her husband to be. Luciana was preparing to visit the library when Rebecca barged in. "The princess request to see the girls." Luciana frowned. Now they have to cut her research time. But still, she went to the living room with the other girls. Evelyn looked through the lowly humans, and it was not difficult to spot the one she was looking for. Her fiery red hair, and sickly body revealed her. She wondered what the prince was doing with her. Was he sleeping with this thing? She quickly sauntered to the girl and roughly pulled her by the hair, pulling it hard, almost tearing the human's skin.

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.

The principal glared at the teacher "How can a mated wolf and princess be a slut. Don't you know that she's royalty!" "Royalty. She can't be" Mr Grant shook his head in disbelief. "Well I am. My name is Princess Luciana Julie Woods. Daughter of the king and queen of the werewolf kingdom, mate to the future beta and future beta Princess" she laughed devilishly "I hope you have heard about my brother. He has a really short temper and my mate won't be happy to find out that you touched me inappropriately" with that she turned one of her nails to a claw and scratched her waist and neck, quickly messes up her hair and make up she rips some part of her top. Her eyes turns red as if she had been we

I was up. The emcee looked at the paper and stammered. Through the microphone, you could hear him ask if the name was correct. They looked over at me and I raised a single brow at them. It seemed they were doubting what they saw. Eliza was snickering as she walked back to her seat. The emcee took a deep breath. “Her Royal Highness, Princess Elentari ‘Silk’ Tirisil. Princess of Faerl and Lunar Guardian. Graduating with honors, an Associates Degree in Computer Sciences and Communications. Minors in English Literature and Fine Arts. Accepted at Princeton, Yale, Berkeley, NYU, and UIC. Will be attending Berkeley.” The room went shockingly quiet as I approached the stage, each step felt heavier t

No, this wasn’t— The photo was unmistakable. Lucy. Wearing barely anything—soaked, startled, vulnerable. Her red underwear was torn at the waistband, her skin damp, her arms crossed in a desperate attempt to cover herself. And then another photo—this time, she was in the spring, water clinging to her body, her expression twisted in what looked like pain and humiliation. The caption? “Royal breeder or Royal Disgrace? Alpha Ellison’s consort caught flaunting herself behind palace walls.”

I need to pray, i do not feel at ease. Lucy xx She knew she would be spending the night with the Prince. It would be the first she was quite excited about it although she hated lying, she would lie effortlessly for the Prince. She followed the young man who had been sent to fetch her, he led her to the upper part of Acamas where there was a modern cottage near the Monterey mountains. She had never been to this part of the city infact she didn't know it existed. "He awaits you inside, my Queen." The servant said. She was shocked. "It's Lucia." She corrected him.

Elder Julius said, voice commanding. Agnes raised her head. Her hands were trembling, her hair messy, and her cheeks stained with tears. She bit her lips as she looked at Lucien. Lucien's eyes narrowed, ‘Lucy’s personal maid.’ Quickly, he asked, “What happened?” “Your Majesty, I am Princess Lucy's personal maid,” Agnes began, her voice breaking as she glanced up at Lucien, “I beg forgiveness… but I cannot stay silent any longer.” Lucien’s sharp eyes narrowed. “Speak,” he ordered.

For the second time she shakes her head. "But you are a princess, Doctor Abigail Marie. Monaco Nation's princess. Emperor Rossi's heir" Heleyna gently asserted, earning her Abby's soft smile. "Well, I love to be a princess with fancy ball gowns. I'll wear the most magnificent one and dance with my prince charming all night" She stared at Lucy with a playful dreamy smile, which rewarded her with a finger tap on her nose. Scrunching her nose, she pursed out her lips to him before she turned to Hector.

When stone the warlord saw the way Lucy watched the men make out with the women and wished to be touched but decline herself not to make herself too cheap to the men. And as a princess, she do not want her name to be tainted that she was making out with a random man. She was new to the aspect of making love to a man, she was a lesbian and no only to make love to women and not men. Seeing how the women in the hall moans and jerk in a kind of way makes her hot and flushed with Pleasures like she was the one being handled that way. She licked her lips at intervals especially when she saw a man eating out a girl's private chamber and squeezing hard onto the girl's two full rounded breast.