Mi Princesa Hermosa Novels & Stories

"Yes, your Highness." As the silence prolonged, the maid approached the Princess and held up the brush. "May I, your Highness?" Helmina stared a bit longer into nothing before she nodded. "You may. And please call Rosalie to do my nails. She really is the best at it." Cautiously, the maid nodded and pulled the brush through Helmina's long hair. "Do you maybe know where the Crown Prince is, your Highness? As the star of the day, we wanted to prepare him to the best of our abilities, but nobody could find him. Do you know his whereabouts, your Highness?"

a girl with sexy voice invades my ears then i chuckled. "hmmmp i was just using you my seductive voice and you was just laughing ? hmp i hate you my king handsome" princess said yes she was the princess that we meet in spain and yes, she was so close to me and i know she is pouting right now. Princess Flaire was a good friend of mine since on my downfall state she was there for me when im so depress, even though she knew that i was treating her like my little sister she was treating me like her lover in private she didnt want everyone to know our closeness but the other Kings know.

A maid would arrive with steaming tea and whisper, “Good morning, Your Highness. ” Emily would rise, draped in the sunlight that poured through silk curtains, and begin her day of lessons, appearances, and obligations. Some days it was charity work, others it was diplomatic luncheons. She knew her people adored her. The press called her “the Rose Princess because of her delicate beauty and the way she always carried a white rose in public events. But admiration came with its chains. Emily dreamed of freedom—the kind where she could walk unnoticed in a crowded street,

I ask you to warmly welcome our news engaged: Sultan Elzhar of Castamar and Princess Mirabelle of Orient. Everyone started to applaud while turning towards them... Instinctively, the young woman looked for the Sultan's hand and when she found it, the Sultan prevented her from taking it. She swallowed her saliva watching him leave as if nothing had happened... She hoped that no one had noticed that because she really didn't want to find herself in the newspaper with such a shame as a headline! Lord... She was so ashamed!

He smiles to me, his eyes telling me he wants approval. “Of course,” I murmur politely. He gets from his chair which I copy. He places his hand on the small of my back and I flinch on instinct. I think he noticed as he removed his hand. He directs me to Trey, “Princess, please meet Trey Smithson.” Trey stood and bowed to me. “It’s an honour, Princess Adelaide.” “Pleasure to meet you, Mr Smithson.” Our eyes meet, his beautiful kind hazel eyes. I want to gaze into them all day. “Please Princess, Trey will be just fine.” He gives me the tiniest knowing smile.

It was me, myself and I. “I am Princess Zisealer of the dragon people and I have recently mated with royal beta Brum.” Look at me trying to cling onto the little title I had, reminding me of what I had lost— a home, family and I felt as if I had lost my dignity too. “We are pleased to have you Princess Zisealer, where is beta Brum?” The king asked, my heart drumming harder, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. It took everything in me not to shake so bad.

Scarler throws me a pleading look as if I could fix the situation, and since I don't want to see her disappointed, I decide to help as best I can. --- Hey flea why all this freshness? We are males we eat everything without frills-- I say the last sentence looking suggestively at my princess who turns so red she looks like she's having a heart attack Trying to divert the conversation the same line --- Dear Deniel, first of all his name isn't flea-like it's PRINCE, secondly I think it's better for you to continue without giving an opinion because if not I might throw you out the window-- she stops for a minute to think and completes-- no through the window no, I don't even have the strength fo

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.

I say, knowing, deep inside me that GoldMoon, like Dominic and Tialha, is worthy of seeing Lucero. GoldMoon turns to look at me again, and I swear she’s smiling. “You are a very intelligent woman, Princess.” And with that, she disappears into the forest.

I spring up from the table knocking it over and causing other men to turn their heads to watch the scene ,in a split second I pull back my arm clenching my fist, I throw it forward with force that knocked on the man I played with backwards when it connected, the dull thud and gasp of breath confirmed that I winded him. The chattering of the crowd fades away when others leave the place I heard someone joining them to help but someone else stopped him informing that I'm the fifth prince. That conversation in the background took me off guard as many people in the states didn't know I was the fifth prince because I always maintained a low profile to stay out of trouble.