Lucy Princess Novels & Stories

Lucy moaned against my lips as we kissed passionately at the fire exit of the building, where Amara’s party was in full swing. It was just eight in the evening. Lucy and I just came back from upstairs after we put our little girl to bed because she fell asleep in my arms. Luciana Aila, or Lily. Our five-year-old daughter. The one we conceived in the underworld. The Underworld Princess of Mischief. My hand landed on Lucy’s ass and I squeezed it hard before I felt a presence behind me, as Lucy did. We immediately untangled ourselves from each other and turned our bodies around, where we saw Amara standing a few feet away, looking at us.

“Yena, do you remember that day when we talked in the back of your limousine, the afternoon when we first met? What did I tell you then?” “Hmm. That I’m… going to be successful?” “That you’re a badass. And crazy talented. And Yena, do you forget that you are also still a princess?” “I’m not going to be a princess for much longer, Lucy. I can’t rely on that for my brand.”

I said a little but too much. I stood by the door , my gaze fixed on the ethereal beauty that was the Lycan Princess. Her long, beautiful wet hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of moonlight, and her piercing blue eyes held a mixture of strength and vulnerability. She reminds me of the passions kids share the last time we went diving in the middle of the night. Annabelle was more than just a princess; she is a Lycan which is rare to come by, the protector of our kind, blessed with extraordinary powers. And yet, she remained unaware of her true potential.

The lady smiled softly as she shook her head lightly. “You know, my people found you lying unconscious in the forest, running down with fever and covered in injuries.” She traced the hem of her skirt but dropped it and looked Verona in the eye. “I like to side with the winners and you seem too weak to be one so I politely reject your offer. I’d rather work for the princess as she seems much more stronger than you.” Verona glared at her in anger as she heard all that. She couldn’t believe this lady was talking to her this way. She was supposed to defeat the royals and here she was talking about working for their stupid and useless princess.

well, that just meant I would get back to my chambers later than usual. “She’s right, Sylvia. Most slaves would be dead after the things Princess has done. I mean.. attacking a servant of the kingdom is a death sentence, and she’s clearly fine. He even had her dressed in silk. She almost looks the way she did at home.” Lillian said with a bright smile. I couldn’t help the smile that formed on my face. “It is surprising..” I said. I felt my face slightly heat up as I thought about it. “I must go. I have to bring the king his food.” I said.

she giggled. "y-yes, your Majesty" I answered truthfully. I shouldn't lie right? "Amelia, just call me Mom" she pointed out. "M-mom" I answered as I giggle. She then gave me a smile. "actually, there's a Princess whom continue to seek Philip and she wants to get married with him" she said. Is that Princess Dahlia? the one that Philip told earlier? "Princess Dahlia?" I asked. She nodded. "I guess Philip already told you about her" she guessed and I just nodded.

I was about to answer when I felt a strong aura call my Lycan forward and I looked to Alari to find her eyes aglow and Sapphira on the surface. I knew she was using a small fraction of her command but everyone in the room had their head bowed, small whines escaping them. “All they say about me is true, I am who they tell you, I am Princess Alari Lyca. My parents, your King and Queen gave up their lives to save me, the future of the royal bloodline” she said in a strong voice, pulling a smile from the corner of my lips. “She's definitely who she says she is” Roman said, watching our mate in admiration.

I am sure thought that Peter got a glimpse of my feelings now anyway. Also, I was the princess after all, I was expected to be strong at all times and I didn’t want anyone to see me like this. But now that I was in the safety of my room, I could have my meltdown. I got into my king size bed with purple bedding and cried for hours until I saw the sunlight getting inside through my window.

“Lucy! Why are you still up here? Do you know what time it is? Zachary Reynolds is downstairs!” “What? Zachary is here?” Lucy shot to her feet, unable to contain her excitement as her face lit up. “Yes! But right now, he’s talking to that woman!” Mrs. Chancer spat with venom. Lucy quickly grabbed a bracelet and sprayed on some perfume. Twirling in front of the mirror, she asked, “Mom, do I look good?” “You look perfect. Tonight, my daughter is the most beautiful princess at this party.” Satisfied, Lucy descended the stairs, wearing her most expensive gown. The white floor-length dress hugged her figure perfectly, with a strapless design that managed to be both elegant and youthful thanks to

"But she should’ve been kept in the castle. She’s not safe out there. And yet, she’s a spy?" That was the hard part. "There’s a reason she wasn’t killed that day." Lucianne’s eyes remained fixed on me, waiting. "She disappeared." It wasn’t the best way to describe what happened, but it was a start. The confusion on Lucianne's face only increased. "Her wolf..." Lucianne’s eyes widened. "She was a newborn!" she gasped. "That’s impossible." "It should be, but not in Alisa’s case." "She couldn’t have found it. She was a child. An infant. Even you found yours at the age of fifteen."