Mad Dog Princess Novels & Stories

Did safety mean freedom from enemies—or chains bound tighter to him? Her cousin Andriana drifted to her side, wine glass in hand, eyes sparkling with concealed disdain. She leaned close, whispering in her ear, “You don’t belong here, Emily. Look at them—all wolves dressed in silk. And you? You’re the lamb they’ve dressed for slaughter.” Emily’s chest tightened, but she lifted her chin. “I am a princess,” she whispered back, “and I will not be devoured easily” Andriana smirked. “We’ll see”.

Losing her balance, Madison fell forward, her forehead striking the floor with a sickening thud. Mrs. Voss barked, "Get some ropes! If you won't tie her up, I will!" The guards rushed to fetch ropes. With Mrs. Voss in charge, they weren't about to let her act. Madison was quickly bound to a pillar in the hall. Madison's forehead bore a bruised swelling. She thrashed wildly, but the ropes held tight. All she could do was shoot Mrs. Voss a venomous glare and spit out threats, "I'm Princess Madison! How dare you embarrass the royal family? Do you have any idea what a crime this is? I'll have Lycan Erasmus execute your entire family!"

near the females. This was their chance to walk across the passage into the forbidden valley. "Come on Princess. This is our chance," Anais said, extending her hand. "What about Mildred? We can't leave her here." "She said she will catch up with us. We can't let all her effort go to waste." Maya knew that Anais was right. Mildred was doing this for her and the least she could do was to make the best of it. As they walked beside the mating couple and moved into the passage, the Princess got a good look at the catoblepas up close. She felt a chill run along her spine from seeing the size of his huge phallus and how it made Mildred's body rock back and forth as if she was a rag doll. That beas

The sirens were among them and streamed toward the altar, surrouding Zlo, the Princess and Madame Skia. "You think to use your army of bad singers against me," scoffed the Princess, though from the contortion of her features, she was still fighting against their song. "You know nothing." She flicked her hand and the Mogul was dragged from Loulou's embrace, across the mud until he lay at her feet."I have a back up plan," she said.

And if I'm right, their boss is dumber than I thought for trying to trigger Enzo this way. When I don't move fast enough, the man grabs me and hauls me out of my seat. I remind myself not to do anything just yet, I'm not Requiem to them. Right now, I'm just the girl with the big last name. The mafia princess who got caught lurking and I'll let them believe it before I fight back. I scream for a moment, crying for Igor not to let them take me, Igor must forget the plan because he steps out of the car, getting himself shot in the leg.

she explained Marcus’s brows furrowed, “Your late father? I thought John owned the company,” he said, confused. John had boasted several times to Marcus about being the owner. “No, he doesn’t,” Sophia replied, her tone polite but firm. She then shifted her focus back to the governor, her smile returning. “S.M is a company that caters to luxury items for celebrities, sir. We’d love to have you as a client.” The governor turned to her, about to speak, when Marcus interrupted again.

Madison sat in her booster seat, her princess hair catching the sunlight that streamed through the car windows, while I told her an improvised fairy tale about a princess who lived in a beautiful castle with her three best friends and their magical dog. "The princess had hair like dark silk," I said, glancing at Madison in the rearview mirror, "and she was so kind that flowers bloomed wherever she walked. But one day, a sad queen from another kingdom tried to steal the princess's happiness because she had forgotten how to find her own." "What did the princess do?" Madison asked, her reflection in the mirror showing careful attention. "She felt sorry for the sad queen, because she understood

In the kitchen, he connected every suspicious thing about her, leaving the milk to boil. From the start, Duri's ring fit her fingers. The power her hand had when she shoved him. Leaving him bleeding to death. The morning when she woke normally after the night, her heart skipped a beat, and now the tears were sparkling with a blush-red color. Everything hinted to him to conclude her identity was a dragon princess. After making coffee, he came upstairs, seemingly baffled. "Your coffee," he said faintly, putting that cup on the table near her. She put back the pencil and grabbed the coffee cup. Yet she chose to be deaf, being focused on her skill.

The aliens would probably just leave, shaking their green heads in disbelief. And finally—dreams. Why does your brain invent full-length movies when you’re asleep? Sometimes thrilling, sometimes terrifying, sometimes just nonsense like riding a giraffe through a grocery store. If dreams are practice runs for reality, then I’m still waiting for the day when I have to save the world by sword-fighting a giant slice of cheesecake. Until then, I’ll just wake up confused, craving sugar. --- Word count: 608. Do you want me to make another one that’s equally random but in a different style—like poetic nonsense, conspiracy-theory style, or surreal comedy?

Madonna had to do anything that she wanted since the witch cast a spell on her. “I already know that she escaped, you idiot! I want valuable information!” The witch snarled at Madonna. She was quick to bend her knees and kneeled in front of the witch to ask forgiveness. “I am so sorry, master!” Madonna begged. The dark witch raised her wrinkly hand in the air and inspected it. How she hates her looks right now! Her beautiful face and hair were gone because of those werewolves and now she had to hide in this cave while she planned her revenge.